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Pacific Southwest, Region 9
Serving: Arizona, California, Hawaii, Nevada, Pacific Islands, Tribal Nations
Naturally Occurring Asbestos
El Dorado Hills
Assessing Exposure to NOA in El Dorado Hills
Addressing NOA at Oak Ridge High School in
California Air Resources Board Web site
Local regulation of naturally occurring asbestos in El Dorado County
4/20/06 Response to the November 2005 National Stone, Sand & Gravel Association Report Prepared by the R.J. Lee Group, Inc (PDF) (15 pp, 67K)
"Evaluation of EPA's Analytical Data from the El Dorado Hills Asbestos Evaluation Project"
El Dorado Hills, Naturally Occurring Asbestos Multimedia Exposure Assessment Preliminary Assessment and Site Inspection Report Interim Final
Web site | PDF version (PDF) (163 pp, 1.3MB) Note: See the web version for supporting photos, figures and tables; they were removed from the PDF to reduce its size.
Assessment fact sheet (PDF)
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Lung-retained Fiber in Animal Lungs Confirms Environmental Exposure to Naturally-Occurring Amphibole Asbestos in El Dorado County, California (PDF) (17 pp, 103K)
In September 2003, the EPA received a petition under the Superfund Law (also known as CERCLA) to assess asbestos exposure at public areas in El Dorado Hills near Oak Ridge High School. The petition was prompted by discovery of asbestos in the soil at the high school, which was cleaned up by the EPA in August 2004. News release ...
Since then the EPA worked with state and local agencies to conduct a comprehensive investigation of asbestos in the El Dorado Hills area. The EPA assessed several outdoor public areas, focusing on places where asbestos exposures to children could occur. The EPA assessed sports venues, playgrounds, and gardens at the Silva Valley Elementary School, Rolling Hills Middle School, the Community Park, the New York Creek Nature Trail, and Jackson Elementary School.
EPA also prepared a fact sheet (PDF) (6 pp, 236K About PDF) which describes the investigation.
Preliminary Assessment and Site Inspection Report Interim Final
In May 2005, the EPA released a report outlining the extent of naturally occurring asbestos in the soil and air of El Dorado Hills, Calif. news release...
Last October, the EPA collected more than 450 air and soil samples in community areas of El Dorado Hills. The EPA's report (Web version | PDF version (PDF) (163 pp, 1.3 MB About PDF)) shows that asbestos fibers were found in almost all of the samples collected.
The report includes a comprehensive summary of the investigation, including detailed maps of the areas sampled, identification of sources of contamination, and emergency response considerations.
The EPA collected samples in local community areas and schools, including children's playgrounds and local parks. The EPA collected fixed samples of air and soil and "activity-based" samples of air. The "activity-based" air samples were collected during simulated recreational activities to more accurately estimate the level of exposure for children and adults engaged in these activities.
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(I wrote the following essay for the Novacon 37 convention book: I'm reposting it here as a belated write-up of what I did on my summer holiday ...)
They've got our future, damn it.
It's not the shiny future of jet packs and food pills — oh no, that's not what Japan is about. Nevertheless, they've got it and they're living in it, damn them. They've got express trains that run on time and accelerate so fast they push you back into your seat like an airliner on take-off. They've got skyscrapers with running lights, looming out of the sodium-lit evening haze — a skyline just like the famous nighttime scene from Blade Runner except for the shortage of giant pyramids (and they're building one of those out in Tokyo bay). And they shave their cats.
In the future we will all have shaved cats. And six story high pornography boutiques that sell Hello Kitty! novelty toys on the ground floor. And 200mph super-express trains blasting between arcologies through a landscape scorched by the waste heat of a hundred million air conditioning units. And beer vending machines on street corners. And skyscrapers cheek-by-jowl with temples that are modern reconstructions of buildings dating back to the eighth century (said reconstructions only slightly older than the Christopher Wren iteration of St Paul's Cathedral).
I visited for the worldcon in Yokohama. Jet-lagged and half-addled from the flight over, Feorag and I somehow stumbled onto an express train at Narita Airport. Narita is one of Tokyo's airports; it's far enough away that if you swapped Tokyo with London, it would be somewhere in Wales. The train was our first moment of culture shock — seats as wide and spacious as a business class airline, and a glass-smooth ride. But fast trains that run on time and don't come with polyhedral wheels aren't a novelty if you travel in Europe: it just served notice on us that our airliner hadn't sneakily flown in circles for the past ten hours. It wasn't until we arrived at the Sakuragocho Japan Rail station in Yokohama, emerging from the ground, blinking like naked mole rats and twitchy with impending jet lag, that I began to internalize where we were. And that's the odd thing: on arrival I was drenched by a maddening sense of familiarity, as if I hadn't gone very far at all. Japan is familiar. It's as close as the back of your own head. From the Sony or Panasonic brand on your television set to the cars in the street driving on the left, it all feels familiar, except for the jolts of mind-numbingly intrusive alienation that keep landing on you whenever you forget to feel at home.
Take the journey from the railway station to the convention hotel. And then I spotted the row of columns supporting the arched roof, the familiar signs and on-ramps, and realized I'd fallen into a Robert A. Heinlein story: the roads must surely roll, and roll is what the moving walkways surely did, about half of the nearly-a-kilometre distance to the conference centre and the convention hotel. But then it was time to get off the walkway and tow our luggage, like bugs crawling across the polished marble floors of a succession of ever-larger shopping malls, built to the proportions of vaulted mediaeval cathedrals, each one vaster and more imposing than the last.
Japan is clearly a nation that worships shopping, a nation that has taken the retail experience to its bosom and raised in its honour a frenzy of poured concrete and burnished chrome, a hypermarket for saints. You can wander into a Japanese department store and lose an entire day, without even scraping the surface of the mall it's embedded in. My personal nemesis is Yodabashi Camera: a department store that has a clothing and houseware department embedded in it where most such shops would feature an electronics boutique department. Half of the sixth floor of its Yokohama branch is given over to capsule toy vending machines, where for 200 yen (about 80 pence) you can turn the knob and acquire a tennis ball sized bundle of mysterious plasticky goodness with a model kit of some complexity within. My favourite (which Feorag acquired from a capsule toy machine at Puroland, of which more later) is a capsule toy that contains a self-assembly model of a capsule toy machine, complete with tiny capsule toys ready to vend. Even the toys teach recursion ...
Yokohama is Japan's second-largest city after the monster that is Tokyo; it's a pretty impressive size in its own right. With about four million people and a predominantly industrial base it's the nearest thing you'll find to a Japanese equivalent of Birmingham — if Birmingham sprawled so far that its outer suburbs meshed with those of mega-London. And as with Brum and the big smoke, the best shopping is reserved for the special shopping districts in the metropolis. I have a low saving throw versus Shiny! and you can take it as a function of the weather (33 degrees celsius with 80% humidity) that my shopping day in the Akihabara district of Tokyo was cut short after just four hours. Akihabara is a market district. Narrow alleyways carve up blocks where covered market buildings divided up into tiny stalls rub shoulders with electronics boutiques. The market stalls sell ... stuff. I found myself in one market where the vendors specialized in
obsolete equipment: one stall, indeed, exists solely to sell various replacement parts for RS-232 serial interfaces. Another stall has a neat wall display, protected under glass, of all 24 different types of SCSI cable — while round the corner from it was a glass-topped jewelry counter, original Intel 286 and 486 processors (guaranteed working!) pinned out on their anti-static foam mats like extinct rain forest beetles. I sigh a nostalgic sigh for Johnny Mnemonic (smuggling a whole three megabytes of hot RAM in his head) and move on.
Tokyo is ... well dammit, I only spent four days there and you expect me to describe it? Tokyo left me feeling like an illiterate Albanian shepherd teleported without warning to the UK, staring slack-jawed in wonder at the vast, gleaming, powerful public works of metropolitan Huddersfield, reeking of wealth and efficiency and a goat-free future. From the thirty-seventh floor of a skyscraper I looked out across the high rise skyline, red lights blinking fretfully in the grip of a typhoon as winds strong enough to blow sheets of rain up the glass of the window rumbled around me, and I realized: this future has no place for goats.
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Of course, Japan isn't all skyscrapers, or shopping malls, or ungulent unpersons. It's a real place, with real people living in it, sliding past the windows and around you on the pavement and the subway, and sometimes talking. And it's a real place with a countryside and plants and insects and birds and things, muck and soil between your toes. I don't do muck and soil much, me: I prefer my nature tamed and theme parked, and my insects quiet.
We arrived during a cicada swarming season in Tokyo. Tokyo isn't particularly quiet at the best of times (we are talking a city where a big expensive house might have a garden almost a metre wide separating it from the street on one side and its neighbours on the other), but the cicadas are something else. When you have to shout to be heard speaking above the noise of insects' mating calls, it's pretty clear that nature doesn't care how much concrete you pour — it's going to demand the last word. All that concrete and air conditioning can't spare you from the muggy climate when you go outside. In August there was a heat wave, with temperatures topping forty degrees; by September things had moderated to temperatures in the low thirties on Tokyo and Yokohama. One day in Yokohama, when the heat was too intense, Feorag and I got out of town and headed for Hakone in the hills. You don't get hills like these in the UK. For one thing, they're incredibly steep — but what makes the difference is that every available slope is covered in green. Nothing tells you that you're living in a high-energy-input biosphere with maybe 30% more daylight per year than cliff sides covered in frenetic solar-powered hermaphrodites.
Hakone is a hot spring resort in the mountains; we ascended about 550 metres on a remarkable 1930s high-altitude railway, its two creaking carriages taking slopes of up to 1 in 10 and making several switchbacks into sidings along the way. We spent most of an afternoon there, in the Yunessun spa, which offers a weirdly commercialized version of the traditional Japanese bath house experience. It boasts something like 23 different bathing experiences, including an outdoor trail that meanders around a geyser and a shinto shrine between hot springs and flumes, by way of a coffee-flavoured pool and a sauna hut. Bathing there is an exhausting experience, entailing much running around and queueing. Luckily the Garra Rufa fish in the final bath will be happy to nibble away the dead skin of your newly formed calluses; unluckily for us, we missed the regular scheduled appointment to be eaten by a shoal of fish and had to leave in time to make our rail connection back to Yokohama.
Japan isn't just the land of extreme bathing: it's the home of ubiquitous toddler icon Hello Kitty. For reasons too arcane and embarrassing to explain, I spent most of a day exploring Puroland, an indoor Hello Kitty theme park situated in Tama New Town, one of the sprawling Tokyo suburbs. Puroland is like Disney World, if you compressed it to bonsai proportions, installed it inside a huge squash court and pickled it in saccharine. Everything inside Puroland is colourful; indeed, it comes in every colour you could possibly want, just as long as what you want is some variant of pink. The usual fairground theme park attractions take on a slightly crazed, pre-hyperglycaemic edge as the cat goddess with no mouth — for Hello Kitty is clearly the kami of kitsch — stars in a beautifully choreographed (if somehow aseptic and unthreateningly sterile) musical extravaganza, for the finale of which she throws a giant party and descends from the gallery wearing a gown illuminated by a thousand winking LEDs as hordes of uniformed toddlers in colour-coded caps scream and wet themselves with joy. By the time Feorag and I made our escape, by way of the inevitable photo-op, I was wishing for a brace of daleks to frighten them all back behind the sofas.
I may sound churlish, but the total asphyxiating impact of being surrounded by a million reflections of Hello Kitty and Dear Daniel and their friends — who are so optimally innocuous that they make Mickey Mouse look like a slasher movie monster — is ultimately oppressive. If the Singularity ever takes off among the animatronic workshops of Puroland, the computer will be our friend, and it won't take "no" for an answer. Bomb the place with catnip and ipods pre-loaded with goth rock — it's the only way to be sure.
(NB: I have not ascertained as of this time whether or not Hello Kitty is shaved. She certainly sheds, but pink spangles ...?)
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It's hardly a secret that Japan is a crowded archipelago, but to get a feeling for what this means is quite hard. I'd recommend a monorail journey. Japan probably has more monorails than the rest of the world put together (I told you they'd got our future!) and most of them are fairly cheap. Take a commuter train to a terminus, pay for your ticket — 200-300 yen, or maybe 650 yen for a day pass — and ride up and down the monorail, streetwatching. Most of these pocket railways run on overhead tracks, ten metres up, above most of the suburban rooftops. A sunny afternoon in Tokyo and a rumbling glide across a seascape of frozen tiled waves: the houses huddle together with barely a gap, punctuated by public playgrounds and pocket parks the size of an English suburban garden. Even the obviously wealthy (with Bentleys and Rollers parked ostentiatiously in their carport) lack insulation. I'm told the custom when you buy a house is to knock it down and build a new one in its place — after all, construction is cheap compared to land, and who wants to live in a used house? But high-rise apartments seem to make up the majority of housing, and custom has yielded priority to structural engineering in the small matter of buying and selling flats. I have an unnerving feeling that I'm mirroring the reactions of an American citizen of exurbia visiting Britain's crowded inner city estates: how do they manage to live there, so close together? Part of the answer can be found in any estate agent's window — three bedroom houses at a price that translates into the low millions of pounds — and suddenly Japan feels disturbingly familiar all over again.
At street level the congestion tends towards extremes unheard of in the UK since the last of the rookeries was demolished by Victorian public- spiritedness. This really brings itself home when you try to locate a backstreet bar and restaurant. If you're lucky, it'll open off the stairwell of a commercial block — lucky because it's easy to find. (Japanese addresses and street numbering systems are a thing of beauty, if you are a many-tentacled horror from beyond spacetime and an afficionado of non-Euclidean geometries to boot.) If you're not lucky, you'll find yourself in an alleyway that's literally ten centimetres wider than your shoulders, going back and back until it ends in a pool of light around a sign advertising Asahi beer, in front of what looks like somebody's back door. A cat, sitting in a cardboard box on a table in the window next to the door looks at you lazily and yawns, and you wonder if this is really a restaurant. Then you hesitantly open the door, and see a cluttered bar with menus on it, and a staircase off to one side. As you sit and work your way through a creditable meal, you realize that the yard is indeed someone's back yard — because the staircase leads up to the owner's apartment, and her family are going in and out about their business even as she holds court over the counter top.
The cat jumps out of its box and you see that its coat is curiously brindled, almost like a Rex — but it's not a Rex. It yowls irritably, and jumps down to commence an inspection tour of the restaurant. You look closer, and notice a Poodle bob on the end of its tail. Yes: someone has clearly shaved this cat.
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Japan seems to have an oddly self-effacing relationship with its history — of which there is no shortage — as a few days in Kyoto will reveal. Kyoto, the former imperial capital, looks like just another modern Japanese city at first. But then, as you're walking through a shopping arcade that specializes in commercial catering supply shops (such as the shop that sells nothing but cash registers, or the signage supplier), you spot a gap between two stalls — and plugging it, the courtyard of an ancient Buddhist temple, sharing a cigarette with the high wooden archway of a Shinto shrine. There's a sign in front, with an English translation, so you pause to read it. "Founded by the abbot ... around 768 ... burned down during the wars ... this is a modern reconstruction ..." And you're about to walk away, disappointed, when you read the final words: " ... created in 1633." It's just as much a modern replica as the Christopher Wren reconstruction of St Paul's Cathedral — and yet, the same language is used of reproduction castles cast in the concrete of 1930s modernism, or Buddhist temples from the fourteenth century. There are eighteen world heritage sites in Kyoto, sprinkled across the malls and by-passes and office blocks of an otherwise modern city like the pock-marks of an infectious history.
If Kyoto was a British city, the entire place would be pickled in a bell jar of planning orders and heritage commission reports, and the residents would perpetually be a-grumbling about the lack of parking spaces and the impossibility of getting permission to put up a satellite dish. But Kyoto doesn't care. Its houses and offices are transients, a fluid sea of habitation that ebbs and flows and throws up a spray of eight story high department stores and electronics warehouses and porn shops to break around the rocky outcroppings of historic monasteries, temples and shrines.
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On our last day in Kyoto, Feorag and I left our hotel and headed for downtown Kyoto. As we descended the steps into Shichijo subway station, an elderly fellow rushed over. "Hello! Remember me?" He called. (Apparently we'd met him a couple of days earlier, in a haze of shrine-going that ended with us both getting templed out.) "Here, please can you help me?" His spoken English was heavily accented. He dug around in his belt pack and pulled out a a sheaf of papers which he thrust under my nose. "Can you proof-read?"
It took us a quarter of an hour to disentangle ourselves from his polite but insistent demands that we check the English vernacular in his papers, which turned out to be part of the second edition of a huge Japanese-English dictionary — which, as Professor of English at Kyoto University, he was editing. Self-effacing politeness is a fearsome weapon: between us we checked at least five pages before we realized escape was possible.
In self-defense I have to admit that I'm not used to being mugged on the subway by feral English professors and forced to proof-read Japanese-English dictionary entries: I have entirely the wrong reflexes for such social situations and so, as one is trained to do when confronted with a situation that promises embarrassment, one tends to go with the flow. Enough has been written about Japanese society and how it differs from western cultures to fill whole libraries — most of it rubbish, for when you get down to it, Japanese people are no more and no less human and variable than anyone else. But I submit that when you live in a country so densely populated that it makes London and the commuter suburbs of the south-east look like West Texas, a tendency to conform to expectations in social situations isn't just about being a doormat; it's a vital survival reflex. Japan balanced on the edge of a Malthusian population trap for nearly a millennium, in a way that the British isles only approached in the nineteenth century: too many people, not enough space, and no escape. It's like a huge, lumbering space ship adrift in a sea of possibility — a generation ship that has filled all its living spaces over the centuries, with nowhere for surplus mouths to go.
These living conditions place a mold around the behaviour of the people who live with them. Take the wearing of uniforms, for example. In the UK, with a few exceptions — the uniformed services of government, police and military and fire services — we respond poorly to being placed in a uniform; it's a sign of depersonalization, stripping us of individuality. In Japan, however, uniforms are everywhere. Even people who don't have to wear them seem to gravitate towards workwear that's uniform in its appearance: taxi drivers in dark suits, peaked hats, and white gloves. Uniforms confer status — a uniform is a sign that you belong to some greater social context, to a corporation or a shop or a school or something important.
And so, we have an island safe for eccentric English professors: an island where outward conformity provides an ill-fitting disguise for social experimentation and strange subcultures. An island where people live like the crew of a generation starship in flight towards the future, nevertheless dragging the scars of ancient history behind them. A land of monorails and shopping malls and coin-operated ramen noodle stands and spas with twenty flavours of bathing feature.
I'm still scratching my head over it all, and wondering how much I missed (and how much of a fool I sound like to everyone else who's been there). But I do know one thing — I want to go back again.


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In 2000, he recorded his first album, Through My Eyes, for a regional label, with the youngster playing accordion, singing, and writing several songs as well as performing a handful of Cajun standards. He wrote or co-wrote seven of the thirteen songs on his second independent album, 2001's Make a Wish, which he helped to produce. While Hayes had already mastered keyboards and accordion, he expanded his repertoire to include guitar, mandolin, bass, and percussion, and as a teenager, he assembled a home recording setup, learning more about the rudiments of record making. In 2009, Hayes moved to Nashville, hoping to make a mark in country music, and he signed a publishing deal with Universal Music Publishing Group; Rascal Flatts recorded one of his tunes, "Play," on their 2010 album Nothing Like This.
Producer and songwriter Dann Huff, who had worked on the Rascal Flatts album, teamed up with Hayes to produce Hayes' first major-label project after he landed a deal with Atlantic Records. In the summer of 2011, Hayes' single "Storm Warning" was released and made the country Top 40; he wrote the song as well as singing and playing all the instruments himself. His debut album, Hunter Hayes, was released later in 2011, and as his single rode the charts, he spent part of the summer touring small venues as a headliner, and large arenas opening for Taylor Swift.
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How much of a whore for premium branding are you? It's that sort of introspection Asus demands of you when sizing up its undoubtedly desirable 22-inch offering, the VH222H.
After all, in return for an extra £35, it offers little on paper of real significance over its closest competition, BenQ's G2200HD. Other than the cachet of the Asus brand, that is.
Both are 16:9 ratio 22-inch screens with 1,920 x 1,080 pixel native resolutions. Both are based on the cheapest panel technology, namely TN+Film. And that means both share essentially the same basic image quality metrics.
In other words, viewing angles of 170 and 160° (horizontal and vertical respectively), 300 nits (that's luminance not head lice) of brightness, and 5ms risefall pixel response.
They even have similar image quality enhancement features. More precisely, we should say they have similarly useless image quality enhancement features including the daddy of pointless frills, dynamic contrast.
We've yet to see a dynamic contrast implementation that really got the job done. Therefore ignore the fact that the Asus apparently only achieves a 20,000-to-one rating to the BenQ's 60,000 to one.
The numbers tell you almost nothing about how these screens perform in reality. Likewise, do not lose any sleep over the likes of Asus SPLENDID Video Intelligence Technology. Nor over BenQ's similar Senseye tech. Both supposedly jazz up the visuals by parsing the data being received and tweaking them for colour balance and contrast.
But invariably, you're better off getting your screen properly calibrated and sticking with that single, static setting.
Funnily enough, having the Asus calibrated properly is certainly desirable. The default colour balance is distinctly wonky.
Once calibrated, it delivers one of the broadest colour spaces among the screens on test. In other words, it's capable of rendering more colours and rendering them more accurately.
Spot checking of the brightness reveals that the VH222H also achieves good consistency across the panel. There's little evidence of the edge bleed that can blight cheaper screens.
However, one thing that this Asus doesn't do very well is occlude light in a general sense. Black tones are not its strong point. Measured static contrast clocks in below 450 to one, which is poor by any metric.
Consequently, this monitor is a poor choice for watching movies at night. Moreover, it's generally a bit watery and washed out. None of the monitors pack the vibrancy and punch of a good PVA panel. But in that regard, the VH222H is really off the pace.
That's a shame, because what you do get is an impressively comprehensive set of inputs. Along with the obligatory VGA port, both HDMI and DVI interfaces are present along with SPDIF audio. There's little this screen won't hook up to, including a wide range of set-top boxes, consoles and other devices.
Sadly, unless you absolutely need an HDMI socket on your monitor, there's little to recommend this Asus over its BenQ nemesis. That would be true even if they were priced at a parity. But they're not. And that makes the Asus V222H even harder to recommend.
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We heard about AT&T's Voicemail-to-Text service back in December, but now it's being shoved down our throats again with email reminders aplenty. Why don't we care about the $10/month service? Because we can get something better. For free.
Google Voice and its transcribing powers were our first thought, but it's not the only alternative. Ribbit Mobile offers some decent transcriptions and has a pretty solid iPhone app available and as does YouMail.
Lifehacker actually made it a point to pit some of these transcription services against each other a long time ago, but I'm certain that both quality and prices have changed since then. Either way, these services remain free—or at least cheaper than AT&T's service—and have been around long enough to work out some kinks. So check them out and spend the ten bucks you'll save each month on ice cream or something.


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Michael Douglas has made a jaw-dropping revelation about his throat cancer: He didn't contract it from smoking or drinking — but from oral sex.
The Oscar-winning Hollywood star set tongues wagging after he told The Guardian newspaper that he contracted HPV, or human papillomavirus, through a sex act and it developed into cancer.
"Without wanting to get too specific, this particular cancer is caused by HPV, which actually comes about from cunnilingus," he told the British newspaper in an interview published yesterday.
After Douglas was diagnosed with the life-threatening illness in 2010, he said on "Late Show with David Letterman" that the kind of cancer he had was caused by smoking and drinking.
In yesterday's interview, the 68-year-old actor speculated that his son Cameron's legal woes may have borne some responsibility, too.
"I did worry if the stress caused by my son's incarceration didn't help trigger it," the "Wall Street" actor said of Cameron Douglas, who is serving 10 years in a federal prison for heroin possession and distribution.
"But, yeah, it's a sexually transmitted disease that causes [the] cancer."
A cancer-awareness advocate hailed Douglas for his blunt talk.
"I'm really quite proud of Michael saying this," Brian Hill, executive director of the Oral Cancer Foundation, told The Post yesterday.
"This [oral sex] is not an aberrant sexual behavior. But the willingness to talk about this openly can be difficult."
Douglas cut a public-service announcement for the Oral Cancer Foundation last year.
The actor didn't disclose the cause of this throat cancer to foundation officials.
The group's director said Douglas' oral-sex admission doesn't surprise him — because that's how Hill contracted his own cancer.
"My wife cringes every time I talk about it, because I'm talking about our sex life," Hill said.
Reps for Douglas and his actress wife, Catherine Zeta-Jones, could not be reached for comment.
Yesterday's Guardian report didn't address whether Douglas contracted the virus through contact with his 43-year-old spouse.
Douglas has been in the spotlight following the release last month of the HBO movie "Behind the Candelabra," in which he stars as Liberace alongside Matt Damon.
The actor-producer has said he's had success battling the ailment and has been cancer-free for more than two years.
Douglas has said several specialists missed his cancer and gave him antibiotics to treat ongoing oral discomfort.
Finally, a friend's doctor in Montreal whipped out a tongue depressor, took one look inside the actor's mouth and saw trouble.
"I will always remember the look on his face," Douglas has said.
"He said, 'We need a biopsy.' There was a walnut-size tumor at the base of my tongue that no other doctor had seen."


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The International Soundex Reunion Registry (ISRR.org) is the largest and oldest national free reunion registry with over 230,000 active registrants and several hundred new registrants weekly. These figures were quoted to me from Marri Rillera who runs the non-profit organization. These numbers do not reflect closed records for the multitude of matches that have already been made, gone inactive, or withdrawn over the years.
In 2000 and 2001, about 127,000 children were adopted annually in the United States. (Child Welfare Information Gateway)
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Wholly embracing the idea of heart-on-your-sleeve sundries, we went a little berserk and found 30 sick see-through frills fit for any outfit. So, go on, take our slideshow for a spin, and prepare to play a little peekaboo! (Tip: Pair any purse with a pocket-packed ensemble to hide any
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Justice Alexander W. StowWisconsin Supreme Court Justice: 1848–1851
Chief Justice: 1848–1851
Life: 1805–1854
"He loved truth for truth's sake, with intense love. He loved justice for itself, with natural and professional devotion." – Judge Morgan L. Martin, Stow's memorial service (1854)
Alexander Wolcott Stow was born February 5, 1805, in Lowville, New York. He inherited the love of the law from his father, Silas, who was a county court judge and congressman.
At 16, Stow attended West Point Military Academy for a year before joining a law firm in his hometown. Later, after traveling extensively in Europe, he practiced law in Rochester, New York. In 1845, he settled on a farm near Fond du Lac in the Wisconsin Territory.
Stow was elected judge for the 4th Judicial Circuit when Wisconsin was admitted to the Union in 1848. Pursuant to the state constitution, he joined the four other circuit judges to form the first Wisconsin Supreme Court. Stow holds a prominent place in Wisconsin's history as the first chief justice of this early court.
Because he was opposed to an elective judiciary, Stow accepted a position on the bench with the pledge that he would not run for an second elected term. Keeping his word, he left the bench after two and one-half years of service.
His friend and colleague, Judge Morgan L. Martin, stated that Stow's refusal to run for election cost the state a great judge and left Stow "comparatively unknown and unappreciated...[a] longer judicial career would undoubtedly have placed him in the front rank of American judges."
After completing his term on the Supreme Court, Stow retired. Some written accounts say that he never practiced law again and others say that he pursued a law practice for a few years in Milwaukee and Fond du Lac.
Stow was known as an eccentric man. It was often told that he preferred his meat well-ripened before he cooked it. He would hang chickens outside his bedroom window until the legs and bills turned green and the odor of decay pervaded his house.
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Earlier today we brought you a review of Clear, the first app from fresh development studio Impending.
Clear is the first app from fresh development studio Impending, founded by tap tap tap partner Phill Ryu and David Lanham of the Iconfactory, in partnership with Milen Dzhumerov, and the hugely talented folks at Realmac Software, who made the lovely Analog.
We had a chance to speak with Ryu about the app, how he got started in the development business and what he thinks that the future of application interaction will be.
TNW: What company were you with previously and what are you doing now?
Phill: I've always been doing my own things. A few years ago I teamed up with a couple friends to create MacHeist, an indie software bundling event that blew up in a pre-App Store world.
MacHeist was an interesting exercise in selling and promoting quality software, but it was always other people's apps, so it got pretty boring over the years. Making our own apps is way more fun!
More recently I've been working on iPhone apps at tap tap tap with the same friends and business partners, but David and I have our own agenda we want to pursue at Impending, our new studio.
TNW: To delve a bit deeper into 'pre-history', how did you get started in the app development business? How people get from there to here is a subject that we're highly interested in here. Everyone is interested in 'what have you done today', which we'll get to. But I think it's worth exploring the paths that people take to working in this field.
Phill: When I was a kid in middle school, my dad decided to pick up Cocoa to help with his simulations at work. (He's a research physicist.) So that summer we worked on a couple apps together, sitting side by side. I cooked up some crude graphics for ping pong paddles and the like.
Back then OS X was brand new, and there were pretty much no apps out there for it. So when we put out this donationware Pong clone it got disproportionate attention. I remember it was even shown on TechTV's The Screensavers and I still remember Leo Laporte's kind of confused look of derision when he saw how simplistic the game was. (He was a PC guy back then I think.)
My dad and I worked on a couple more apps together, but eventually he got busy with actual work, and dropped the side projects as they started eating up his time. I was obviously really upset. I kept on getting into fights with him over cleaning up the interface and adding useful features, but in the context of a hobby project to learn programming, these things struck him as a waste of time. So after yelling over toolbar icons for the nth time one night he fired me, and I started looking for other things to do.
I ended up starting a community site for fellow GUI customization nerds, kind of like grease monkeys but UI, called MacThemes. I hung around there a lot, made a lot of designer friends. And of course I started bubbling up with random ideas for projects and products to design with them.
MacThemes was an amazing, creatively stimulating community to grow up in. But I think I started really getting into product and app design when I became obsessed with developer Adam Iser's chat client, Adium.
TNW: Adium has long been one of our favorite apps, it still gets bug fixes but hasn't had a major update in a while.
Phill: Back then, there was no iChat. Chatting applications were shit, the official AIM app was a piece of shit, still is. I tried this app called Adium. It had multiple tabs for different conversations. It was genius. I found the developer's screenname and started chatting with him everyday.
He was in the process at the time of rewriting the entire app, and starting over from scratch. Adium 2 would be entirely plug-in based and designed to scale to fit its users needs and whims. Everyday he would be working on re-imagining a new piece of the app, and we would pick through usability issues and perks, and the pros and cons of various approaches, or going Aqua vs. brushed metal. And then blow off some steam sometimes with matches of Warcraft 3. It was just awesome.
So I think at this point I was just completely addicted, bitten by this bug of working on products used and beloved by tons of users. And around then Tiger was announced with the Dashboard.
Something about the Dashboard completely lit me up. I think I was a freshman in college at the time? But the idea of this brand new platform for a new class of app, completely clear of entrenched competition, rules and guidelines, etc. was unbelievably exciting to me, and I convinced a bunch of friends to get together to produce quality widgets for it, which we would sell for a price.
TNW: So the excitement of a new platform was what jump started you here.
Phill: Yeah, there was that frontier spirit, the feel that anything was possible.
So we made some beautiful widgets. Panic even called us up before we released them, interested in maybe buying them out. We went ahead on our own, and I think our best moment was having our VoiceNotes widget featured for a full day on the Apple.com frontpage.
Of course, the Dashboard never ended up blowing up to the degree I had hoped. And I don't think almost anyone ever bought widgets. But, if anything, it was a nice practice run for the real thing to come in a few years. I could go on, much of my life has been driven by this unquenchable thirst to produce awesome apps and products. Curiously though, the talented group of designers I worked with on those widgets… we're all still working together today.
TNW: So lets jump past MacHeist, I'm assuming it was the same desire to make good apps and that 'new territory' vibe that made you want to pounce on iPhone apps?
Phill: Yeah, my friend and developer Andrew Kaz and I were working on a cool Mac app at the time called "Rock Show". I can't go into detail with that but it was a pretty cool project. But then the App Store came out for iPhone and we needed to get in on that.
So I was playing around with my new Kindle I had just gotten that day, and I was like "Kaz, this thing feels like a piece of shit. We can do this so much better." And we spent the next 3 months making [Classics for iphone].
I know it's commonplace now, but a touch-responsive page flip, following your finger…when we first prototyped it, I sat there stroking the screen for hours.
And that's the awesome part about technology, suddenly you have this new amazing touch input that's in everyone's pocket
and you can latch onto that and create completely novel experiences. I don't know, there is somethiing just magical about that.
TNW: So your first instinct was to utilize the natural UI in a way that felt different. Not just emulating physical buttons, but translating touch.
Phill: Buttons are about the most unsatisfying interaction you can have in a touchscreen device. Just think about it. At least when you're using a mouse, you click a button, and you're clicking a button. When you're using a phone you are smudging glass, and there is absolutely zero feedback.
I think when you have a new platform with all kinds of new possibilities, you are really doing yourself a disservice by not exploring these new paths and sticking to worn grooves you're familiar with.
TNW: Like emulating physical buttons
Phill: Yes, I'm not saying there's no place for them in mobile app design, but you are designing for the past if you can only think in buttons.
TNW: And that's the kind of mentality that went into the design of Clear?
Phill: Yeah. The very first mockups started with more traditional and expected features and UI elements. It had a header bar, it had an add button, it had recurring features and lots of other things.
TNW: And those were stripped away over a series of discussions? Or was it more of a breakthrough moment where it all went away?
Phill: I think pretty much in our first chat, I was harassing Dan to remove things. That we don't need almost -any- of this. And we kind of consciously wiped the slate clean, and started over, to free ourselves of unnecessary constraints. If I remember correctly most of it happened in the initial chat. I wanted no header bar, no '+' button, no UI chrome. I was convinced we could do all of this better, starting with this idea of pinching to insert.
Of course the hard work came after, I think we wrote a 2000 page novel over email, figuring out the nuances of how all these brand new interactions would work.
TNW: Yeah, that 'pinch apart to insert' action is probably the most memorable gesture of the app, a real eye opener when you try it for the first time.
Phill: You know, you were the very first person outside of the Clear team to see it. When we got coffee that day, that alpha build, it was literally the first alpha build in my hands. All it had was pinch to insert, and it sort of reduced you to a giddy schoolgirl [ed. Sadly true]. That was definitely the moment where I knew were on the right path.
TNW: Haha yeah, memorable first impressions aren't easy to make on me either, I've seen a lot of apps.
Phill: Yeah, I think it's because it's so blindingly obvious, yet we've all seen 10,000 list-view apps without it. And that is kind of shocking and delightful, when something so obvious and right in retrospect is finally put into place. We intuitively get that I think.
TNW: Right, it's what I call the "of course" moment. Where you accept a new feature as if it was inevitable.
Phill: Yeah. I mean hell, it can even be a bit frustrating sometimes. When you create something that 'of course', it tends to result in a lot of people cloning it. Because, how else would you design it better? And a lot of users will never comprehend the hard work put into something that looks and feels so simple and effortless. But at the end of the day, simple and obvious is pretty much always the way to go.
TNW: There are situations that arise where those features get copied, Tweetie's pull to refresh is one that easily jumps to mind, but it just means that it was so absolutely right in the first place.
Phill: Yeah, and I think that is great. I'm actually really looking forward to some of our interactions spreading across other great apps, and I'm sure Loren [Brichter, the developer behind Tweetie] is proud of his contribution to the ecosystem, and how widely adopted it's become.
TNW: Do you think that natural UI, specifically the stripped down kind that is on display in Clear, is the next step for apps as we let go of this 'button' obsession and move into a new generation of people who are so used to touch screens that it feels like second nature? The way that a small child can use an iPad for a few minutes and grasp it right away. That natural interaction.
Phill: Totally. I think what makes that possible, as opposed to a 2 year old mousing around, is it removes layers of abstraction. Pushing an object around on a touch screen, is direct manipulation, and completely intuitive. And for sure, that 2 year old kid is going to grow up comfortable with more gesture based interactions and less comfortable with concepts like hotkeys and right clicking.
Personally though I hope we have mind control input or at the least eye-tracking iGlasses in 10 years.
TNW: One step at a time I suppose!
Phill: [Laughs] Yeah I tend to think of Apple's R&D labs as a sort of Willy Wonka factory of fantastical things
TNW: So is using the touch screens, and other sensors, of iOS devices something that Impending will focus on as it gets rolling?
Phill: To us it's just a part of doing this correctly, and designing for the platform, so I'm not sure if I can call it a focus. We just have an optimistic vision of the future here at Impending, and we're trying to pluck some of these apps from there and ship them in the present. That may include some nice jumps ahead in UI design too, after all things generally trend better in the future.
TNW: So to wrap up, is there anything you can tell me about what we should expect from Impending in the future?
Phill: Well you saw the other app we've been working on for the past year and a half! But we're not quite ready to share details on that yet, so I'll say more news is Impending. Gotta focus on Clear and the present for now.
If you haven't had a chance to check out Clear, we highly suggest you do so. And if you're not sold, feel free to check out our review here.
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Amigos Library Services is governed by a set of Bylaws approved by the Members on May 15, 2019.
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Coinhub Bitcoin ATM in San Jose, California
You can instantly buy bitcoin with cash at our Coinhub Bitcoin ATM Near me in San Jose, California. Coinhub offers $25,000 per day limits and the lowest rates for Bitcoin. Bitcoin ATMs (Automated Teller Machines) are kiosks that allow users to buy Bitcoin and other cryptocurrencies using cash. Bitcoin cash kiosks from Coinhub are a convenient and fast way to purchase Bitcoin and receive it in minutes directly into your wallet. Coinhub Bitcoin machines can be used quickly and easily. If you're using a Coinhub Bitcoin Machine near me, you are able to purchase Bitcoin instantly and receive it within minutes. You can purchase Bitcoin in less than 2 minutes, and you don't need an account. To purchase Bitcoin, simply walk up to any Coinhub Bitcoin ATM and verify your details. Many Coinhub Bitcoin ATMs also allow you to both buy AND sell crypto for cash. The process of buying Bitcoin using one of our Bitcoin ATMs is as follows: First locate the closest Bitcoin ATM near you in your city by visiting our Coinhub Bitcoin ATM Locator. Enter your phone number and walk up to the machine. The machine will verify your phone using a code and scan the bitcoin wallet. Enter bills one bill at a time for the amount you would like to purchase and confirm the bitcoin atm prior to purchase. Bitcoin is then instantly sent to your wallet. The daily limit for buying Bitcoin is $25,000. There are Bitcoin Machines located in major cities across the country. Visit a Coinhub Bitcoin ATM today.
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San Jose, officially San José (; Spanish: [saŋ xoˈse]; Spanish for 'Saint Joseph'), is the cultural, financial, and political center of Silicon Valley and largest city in Northern California by both population and area. With a 2020 population of 1,013,240, it is the most populous city in both the San Francisco Bay Area and the San Jose-San Francisco-Oakland Combined Statistical Area, which contain 7.7 million and 9.7 million people respectively, the third-most populous city in California (after Los Angeles and San Diego), and the tenth-most populous in the United States. Located in the center of the Santa Clara Valley on the southern shore of San Francisco Bay, San Jose covers an area of 179.97 sq mi (466.1 km2). San Jose is the county seat of Santa Clara County and the main component of the San Jose–Sunnyvale–Santa Clara Metropolitan Statistical Area, with an estimated population of around two million residents in 2018.San Jose is notable for its innovation, cultural diversity, affluence, and sunny and mild Mediterranean climate. Its connection to the booming high tech industry phenomenon known as Silicon Valley sparked Mayor Tom McEnery to adopt the city the motto of "Capital of Silicon Valley" in 1988.
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My watch tells me it is just after 2am as I lie awake listening to the unmistakable sound of a digger moving rock after rock, being the only noise breaking the silence in the early hours of this September morning. Every once in a while, the sound of the digger is overpowered by the sound of barking dogs, brought down from the hilltop by the wind. With the darkness as shelter, the invisible work on the hilltop continues. It is impossible, after sunset, to know for sure what is happening amidst the houses and barns little more than a stone's throw away from my bedroom. What will be changed when the first sunbeams strike the olive trees?


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For 75 days, the Harry Ransom Center is raising funds for its 2014 exhibition The Making of Gone With The Wind. Opening on September 9, 2014, The Making of Gone With The Wind will reveal stories about the making of this quintessential film from Hollywood's Golden Age and illustrate why it remains influential and controversial 75 years after it was released. Items from film producer David O. Selznick's archive provide a behind-the-scenes look into the making of the film. Donations will help support outreach, additional exhibition tours, a published exhibition catalog, and complimentary programming and presentations.
Although at least 14 writers, including F. Scott Fitzgerald, worked on Gone With The Wind, Sidney Howard's version was the basis for the screenplay, and he received sole credit. Writers were often "typecast" as being particularly good with dialog for example, or story structure. This list of suggested writers for Gone With The Wind also mentions working methods and personal habits.
For Sinclair Lewis, notes indicate that he "might be either a little too political-minded or a little too gin-minded for this job," and William Faulkner is characterized as not very reliable.
The Making of Gone With The Wind will include over 300 original items from film producer David O. Selznick's archive housed at the Ransom Center, including photographs, storyboards, correspondence, production records, audition footage, and fan mail. The exhibition will also feature gowns worn by Vivien Leigh as the beautiful and ambitious Scarlett O'Hara. The newly conserved costumes will be displayed together for the first time in more than 25 years.
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Conscription was established (1863) in the U.S. Civil War, but proved unpopular (see draft riots). The law authorized release from service to anyone who furnished a substitute and, at first, to those who paid $300. General conscription was reintroduced in World War I with the Selective Service Act of 1917. All men from 21 to 30 years of age (later extended 18 to 45), inclusive, had to register. Exemptions from service were granted to men who had dependent families, indispensable duties at home, or physical disabilities. Conscientious objector status was granted to members of pacifist religious organizations, but they had to perform alternative service. Other war objectors were imprisoned, where several died. By the end of World War I about 2,800,000 men had been inducted.
The United States first adopted peacetime conscription with the Selective Training and Service Act of 1940. The act provided that not more than 900,000 men were to be in training at any one time, and it limited service to 12 months—later (1941) extended to 18 months. After the United States entered World War II, a new selective service act made men between 18 and 45 liable for military service and required all men between 18 and 65 to register. The terminal point of service was extended to six months after the war. From 1940 until 1947—when the wartime selective service act expired after extensions by Congress—over 10,000,000 men were inducted. A new selective service act was passed in 1948 that required all men between 18 and 26 to register and that made men from 19 to 26 liable for induction for 21 months' service, which would be followed by 5 years of reserve duty.
When the Korean War broke out, the 1948 law was replaced (1951) by the Universal Military Training and Service Act. The length of service was extended to 24 months, and the minimum age for induction was reduced to 18 1⁄2 years. The main purpose of the Reserve Forces Act of 1955 was to strengthen the reserve forces and the National Guard. It required six years of duty, including both reserve and active duty. The Military Selective Service Act of 1967 required all men between the ages of 18 and 26 to register for service. The regular exemptions along with educational deferments were granted. These loopholes and other technicalities tended to discriminate against working-class and poor men, and thus a higher percentage from these groups were drafted.
Due to this perceived discrimination by class and also because of the great unpopularity of the Vietnam War, conscription became a major social issue. There were numerous demonstrations at draft boards and induction centers. Many young men evaded the draft through technicalities or fraud; thousands fled the country or went to prison. In 1973 conscription was abolished in favor of an all-volunteer army. President Gerald R. Ford granted clemency to many draft resisters in 1974, and President Jimmy Carter granted amnesty to draft resisters in 1977. In 1980, Congress reinstituted draft registration for men 18 to 25 years old. If there were to be a crisis, registered men would be inducted as determined by age and a random lottery.
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Powerful magnitude-7.2 earthquake hits Mexico
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A powerful magnitude-7.2 earthquake shook central and southern Mexico on Friday, sending panicked people into the streets. Some walls cracked and fell, but there were no reports of major damage or casualties.
The U.S. Geological Survey said the quake at about 9:30 a.m. was centered on a long-dormant fault line northwest of the Pacific resort of Acapulco, where many Mexicans are vacationing for the Easter holiday.
It was felt across at least a half-dozen states and Mexico's capital, where it collapsed several walls and left large cracks in some facades. Debris covered sidewalks around the city.
Around the region, there were reports of isolated and minor damage, such as fallen fences, trees and broken windows. Chilpancingo, capital of the southern state of Guerrero, where the quake was centered, reported a power outage, but service was restored after 15 minutes.
In Acapulco, 59-year-old Enedina Ramirez Perez was having breakfast, enjoying the holiday with about 20 family members, when her hotel started to shake.
'People were turning over chairs'
"People were turning over chairs in their desperation to get out, grabbing children, trampling people," the Mexico City woman said. "The hotel security was excellent and started calming people down. They got everyone to leave quietly."
The quake struck 273 kilometres southwest of Mexico City, where people fled high-rises and took to the streets, many in still in their bathrobes and pajamas on their day off.
"I started to hear the walls creak and I said, `Let's go,"' said Rodolfo Duarte, 32, who fled his third-floor apartment.
Mexico City Mayor Miguel Angel Mancera said there were small power outages from fallen transformers but officials were working to restore the service.
Earthquake downgraded
The USGS initially calculated the quake's magnitude at 7.5, but later downgraded it to 7.2. It said the quake was centered 36 kilometres northwest of the town of Tecpan de Galeana, and was 24 kilometres deep.
Friday's quake occurred along a section of the Pacific Coast known as the Guerrero Seismic Gap, a 200-kilometre section where tectonic plates meet and have been locked, meaning huge amounts of energy are being stored up with potentially devastating effects, said USGS seismologist Gavin Hayes.
The last large quake that occurred along the section was a magnitude-7.6 temblor in 1911, Hayes said.
He said scientists will be watching the area more intensely because moderate quakes such as Friday's can destabilize the surrounding sections of seismic plate and increase the chance of a more powerful temblor.
The USGS says the Guerrero Gap has the potential to produce a quake as strong as magnitude 8.4, potentially much more powerful than the magnitude-8.1 quake that killed 9,500 people and devastated large sections of Mexico City in 1985. The 1985 quake was centered 250 miles (400 kilometers) from the capital on the Pacific Coast.
Mexico City itself is vulnerable even to distant earthquakes because much of it sits atop the muddy sediments of drained lake beds that quiver as quake waves hit.
Miriam Matz, 45, gathered her suitcases and her teenage daughter to temporarily move out the apartment in the Morelos housing towers in downtown Mexico City where she has lived for five years, after brickwork and concrete slabs fell off the side of the 15-story tower, and long snaking cracks appeared on some walls during Friday's earthquake.
The sidewalk in front of the building was littered with bits of brick, glass and smashed concrete, and the area was roped off with yellow police tape.
Authorities have not forced residents to evacuate, but Matz said she would leave for safety's sake.
"We are going to spend a night or two at my sister's house, in case there are any aftershocks," she said.


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This is just something I rattled out, slightly in the style of Murakami:
This is the story of a boy, who was not yet a man. It's the story of his first love, his first heartbreak and the tree that fell on him.
It's the fashion to have summer romances but the boy was allergic to everyone's favourite season. It made his eyes red and his nose stream. In fact he had always thought that girls were allergic to him. It wasn't that he couldn't speak to them or that they didn't like him, but that they couldn't love him. More than anything the boy wanted to know love. One winter, when the air was crisp and the nights chilled, he thought that he did.
He couldn't believe his luck. A childhood crush, the cleverest catch around and a friend he cared for deeply rolled into one package. Her smile locked his worries away and out of reach for hours. Being with her he felt as if he wasn't alone for the first time in his life. Hearing from her was, surprisingly, almost as good. Making her happy filled the void of purpose in his life. His existence no longer felt empty. Simply put: she made him happy.
Fate had never looked so kindly upon him before and deep down he knew that her favours would be brief. But while it lasted nothing else mattered. Or rather, everything mattered more. Her dreams enriched and expanded his own, her energy and life gave them colour. He was filled with enthusiasm and a drive he did not know he possessed. He felt like a better person and fully himself for the first time.
Looking back on it he supposed the relationship would seem a short lived folly to onlookers, and this angered him. Nothing had ever meant more. At least to him. The boy had never realised just how important intimacy, close friendship and the joy of caring for someone was to happiness. When it ended, for no reason besides that she didn't love him after all, things reverted to normal. Only more so.
He wondered if that happiness had been an illusion and whether he had truly known love. He felt catapulted back to square one. He did not know what to think or feel, knowing for certain only that he was empty again. And he was alone. The dreams that had grown to new heights in her company were now mere weeds, smaller than the clumps of green nothingness at the foot of the tree in his garden.
The tree watched as the boy moped and rolled around like a pig in his misery. At first the tree felt sympathetic towards the boy, as no one knew better than him what it was to be alone. Trapped in his hollow shell with no friends to speak of, and no means to speak, the tree longed for contact of some kind. He knew everything the boy was missing and more. And then the tree realised how selfish the boy was. And how much harder it was to be a tree.
As the spring rapidly shifted into summer the boy felt every concrete trace of his love fading away, swamped by the passing of time. With each day he felt more and more like he had no right to feel anything at all. All he had left were the memories and hopes in his head. He missed so much; far too much for words, he told himself.
On a blue morning with a blazing sun and abstract strokes of white overhead, the boy had an epiphany. Well it was that day at least that he admitted to himself a truth that he had felt for a while. He said to himself: "Love is enough for me". He knew that, for the right person, he would sacrifice all the goals and ambitions he had thought essential to his well being, satisfaction and success. He acknowledged that, during his time with his first true love, he had enjoyed and derived immense contentment from even the harder things. He was glad to be there when she was upset, happy to calm her down, even if he was only a slight comfort. Caring for someone important to him, as important as that, was all he could ever need.
He remembered reading a novel in which the main character believed there were only three chances of finding your soul mate. He pondered whether for him, "soul mate", meant someone worthy of his absolute care. Plunged back into sadness and despair by the thought of having lost someone he could lose himself in and devote himself to, he ran into the garden, blinded by fierce tears. He crouched down in the dirt, sniffling as the pollen swarmed up his hostile nostrils. He pressed his back against the trunk of the tree. He stared at the world around him, confused and crying.
By this point, the tree was seething. The tree didn't know how he knew all about what the boy was thinking and feeling, but he did know, and it made him angry. The tree did not know he was capable of anger. The tree could not think, had no brain and nothing at all to account for the melancholy consciousness brooding within his gently swaying frame. The wind blew lightly across the garden, flicking the odd leaf and stroking the odd stem. The tree felt a shiver of cold. The tree felt.
The boy was gradually coming out of his panic, descending into a depressed paralysis. The loveliest, brightest petals of the most vibrant flowers looked bleak to him. His mind's eye conjured a symbolic bonfire of his dreams in the corner of the lawn. If he could be so easily tempted from them, what chance did he have of achieving such grand plans? What did they matter anyway? Forcing his head up from its slouch on his knees, he felt the bark in his hair and decided there was no point to any sensation at all without someone to share it with.
The tree was fuming with anger from its roots to its summit. It could sense the boy's sadness. His self involved and ungrateful emotion wasn't just saturating the air around the tree now, but squirming and writhing against its flaky skin. The tree couldn't stand it. It was determined not to take it anymore. It wouldn't be buffeted by nature or ignored by men today.
The boy sighed deeply, turning his face into the breeze and relishing its cold wipe. He felt the gusts get stronger and firmer in waves, as if someone were stirring the air with an enormous food blender. Pulse after pulse slapped against him. The sweat under his arms went from hot and sticky to icy and damp. His spine creaked as the tree trunk rocked a little against him. His back stood firm easily like a castle wall against the minute thrusts.
The tree was summoning all of its energy from its very furthest extremities, even the roots beyond the garden wall. The tree was straining every part of its being in pure and untamed rage. The tree was alive and a part of nature but for the first time ever it was wild. It did not have muscles to tense or bones to move but it had life and the tree channelled every last ounce of it into its rage. It didn't know what it was doing or understand the consequences. All it knew was how wrong the boy was, how angry it made the tree feel. It was trying to teach the boy a lesson, on behalf of trees everywhere.
The boy continued to feel little swellings at his back. Small pressures, surely caused by the wind, made the entire structure of the tree wobble a fraction. Leaves that had been noisily rubbing in the flower beds slowly stopped. The bending blades of grass rested and stood upright. Gradually, the trunk seemed to be moving faster, almost pushing out into the boy, like something was stuck inside. The tree rocked more and more as the breeze died away to an unnoticeable whisper. As the branches began to rattle, the boy noticed properly for the first time the firmer and firmer touch of the trunk. He glanced up towards the sky, through the canopy of crisscrossing browns and greens, only to shrug away again with a sob.
The boy's indifference only enraged the tree still more. So that, as the swaying grew quicker and quicker, the consciousness that had formed inside the tree disappeared, becoming something else entirely. Now the tree was just movement, just energy, just purpose. All of the life the tree had ever known became focused on the boy and ending his ignorant and cruel soul. The tree had never known what a soul was; would never know. It did not know whether or not the boy had one. It only knew that the boy had to be stopped. He had to be taught that at least he had tasted love, known happiness, shared warmth and feeling. He had to be shown that at least he could dream, chase dreams and possibly live them. There were always those lives that did not live, always those with truly no hope left; always lonely trees.
There was a crack. And the trunk threw its full weight at the boy, who scrambled too late from his pity. Falling branches pulled away the light and the blue from the canvas of the sky, bringing only dark.
Like in films, the boy came to gazing at sheer whiteness. Nothing else. The colour white was the afterlife? Appropriately empty he thought. And then he remembered. The tree.
He had often dreamt about his funeral. A song lyric drifted into his mind – "the dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had". The dreams in which he was dead were some of the best he'd ever had; terribly self indulgent fictions in which all the figures and characters of his life turned up, gushing praise and regrets. All the girls and friends he'd ever wanted poured their hearts out. He was great after all.
There was no one here he really wanted to see. The strip lights buzzed and whirred, stuffing light down his retinas. The whiteness turned out to be the roof tiles. A steady beep and blip passed the time like a clock ticking. His heart was liable to suddenly conk out. He was hooked up to a monitor like on telly. His parents were here.
They didn't believe him about the tree. When he was well enough to argue, they argued. They accused him and lectured him. They warned and scorned him. His mother ranted about the hardships of life, bemoaned his ignorance. Even his father shouted. He wasn't allowed grapes, hadn't been for years, so someone, probably his mother, had brought biscuits. His father had eaten most of them during the interrogations.
If he'd been able to text, he might've texted her, would definitely have texted his best friend. She hadn't come to see him, even when he'd asked his parents to try to organise it. He was still alone. But something felt different. His skull was cracked, his spine weakened, his legs bruised, his right ankle broken, toes misshapen, right thumb fractured, left hand in plaster, nose crooked, face scratched, knees cut, wrists sprained and buttocks sore. But he felt stronger.
When they took him home he realised what it was. The tree hadn't been dealt with yet. Its big, bulky carcass, torn in two and smashed in a heap through the fence, reminded him how bad he had felt. It reminded him that he'd realised he just wanted somebody to love. A universal truth, some might say, theme of many a song, but for him it was deeper, all his other wants were trivial and only to love was what he needed and what he craved.
Those trivial dreams might have been exposed as mostly meaningless, but somehow the tree had taught him they were still important. Months in a hospital bed had forced him to write again to pass the time. So that's what he would do. He would write more and more, hopefully better and better, churning out any old nonsense. He would write to forget, write to remember, write to move on, write to preserve, write from the heart, write from the mind, write in the night, write in the day and write to lose himself. He would write because he could. And to touch, now and again, on truths that made everything worthwhile. Even the lonely trees.


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Interesting perspective…I like the honesty and humility.
White people aren't told that the color of their skin is a problem very often. We sail through police check points, don't garner sideways glances in affluent neighborhoods, and are generally understood to be predispositioned for success based on a physical characteristic (the color of our skin) we have little control over beyond sunscreen and tanning oil.
After six years of working in and traveling through a number of different countries where white people are in the numerical minority, I've come to realize that there is one place being white is not only a hindrance, but negative – most of the developing world.
Removing rocks from buckets of beans in Tanzania.
In high school, I travelled to Tanzania as part of a school trip. There were 14 white girls, 1 black girl who, to her frustration, was called white by almost everyone we met in Tanzania, and a few teachers/chaperones…
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OTTAWA – Industry Minister James Moore says the Conservative government's long-awaited digital strategy is coming soon — he's even showing off the cover page.
"When we put forward the policy there will be some policy initiatives, some investment initiatives and some new things that I think will be well received in terms of a true, comprehensive and effective digital policy," Moore told reporters following a speech at the Manning Centre's networking conference on Friday.
The promise of a digital strategy has taken on mythical qualities over the years in Canadian technology circles, as two of Moore's successors repeatedly promised action but never delivered.
Former minister Tony Clement even undertook a public consultation on building a digital economy in 2010, but no policy emerged from the process.
Moore appears to have breathed new life into the initiative and is putting his own mark on the project. He said he spent a "very long weekend" reading through all the submissions that were made during the Clement consultation.
He says the digital strategy will not only focus on economic issues, but also delve into the cultural realm with measures to expand Canadian content. Moore held the Heritage portfolio for many years and introduced the Canadian Media Fund that supported Canadian production, as long as it could also be distributed digitally.
"Digital economy strategy was the language used by Minister Clement because it made sense then, back in 2010 coming out of the recession," Moore said.
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He also noted that the strategy will ensure that Canadians are able to properly connect with the federal government digitally.
This month's federal budget included a number of measures that fit within the digital heading, including $350 million for extending broadband to rural and remote areas.
It also set a target of 2019 for ensuring the entire country has access to high-speed Internet of at least 5 Mbps. The Canadian Radio-television and Telecommunications Commission had originally proposed a goal of 2015.
Moore framed the policy in nationalistic terms. Its title is "Digital Canada 150" according to a slide he showed an audience Friday. He said Conservatives have always been nationbuilders, going back to the construction of the national railway.
"An effective digital strategy is the missing piece," Moore said.
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Chris's parents were coming for a visit, and he and Sam decided to surprise them with a wedding in Yosemite! Yes, that's right...a SURPRISE wedding! You can see the surprise in his mom's face as she figures it all out. This was my first go at processing pics with Canon DPP, as opposed to Adobe camera RAW, so I'm not exactly thrilled with all of them. I have since gotten much better with this software, so I'll eventually re-process these with all of my newfound DPP skills! Anyway, enjoy these, and feel free to comment if you wish!Read More


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