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1. (for fun): Fremont Fat-Ass 50k
The last Saturday in January I joined a handful of others to do the 2nd annual Fat-Ass run in the southeast Bay, along Alameda Creek, and in and around Quarry Lakes and Coyote Hills Regional Parks. Catra Corbett fresh from HURT 100 mile the weekend before was still game to organize this with Mike Palmer. Here is a link to her Fremont Fatass 50 blogsite with better pictures than these (including a bonus shot with my hands caught in my pants!)
No jacket, no prizes, no fee, just hanging out running and a good time. I was actually prepared to get rained on, but not only did it stay dry, the sun was sometimes out and for a beautiful crisp day.
I had worked late the night before in Fremont, slept badly in a call room, and drove the few miles to Quarry Lakes. I couldn't figure out where we were starting and drove back and forth to different parking lots. Luckily I saw Chihping Fu, running several miles from home to the start, who directed me so I barely made it. Chihping never made it back to the start, but he definitely gets credit for running fat-ass ultra.
Catra and some of us, before the start
Steve Ansell actually bought a new jacket for the rain, but didn't need it. his blog report
I ended up running most of the way with Rob Byrne, the Ohlone 50k RD. He was looking for a nice training run before heading to Nam (as in Vietnam) to do a multiday race a couple of weeks later. Without gunning it, we ended up in the lead, but didn't cross a bridge around mile 13 and so had to backtrack a couple of kilometers. So then we caught up with Catra, Mike and a few others and decided to take it easy and chat while doing the loops in Coyote Hills. Then we headed off, catching up with a Clare and Scott from the Peninsula.
Brian Koo, who got back to the parking lot, me and Rob Byrne at the finish. I think Rob is the shorter one.
2. (for poo): Point-Mongering at Jed Smith
Sure, it would be fun, the race is very well organized, and I'd get to see people. But the bottom-line was anal and mercenary. I wanted PAUSATF points. If I can win my division again in the 2008 Ultra Grand Prix, I can get half-off entry to all PAUSATF Grand Prix races, which allows me to run way too many PAUSATF races without spending way too much money, and thus helps my chances of winning my division again, perpetuating the vicious cycle. Makes too much sense, right?
Actually, having moved up into the 40-49 Masters division, there are more competitive runners that sign up and run a lot of PAUSATF races, such as Jean Pommier (just finished 2nd in the Coastal Challenge in Costa Rica with a great report, Mark Lantz and Ron Gutierrez, among others. So I figured, the only way I can stay in the game this year is to go back to Gibson Ranch Park on the north side of I-80 northeast of Sacramento.
Joe Swenson, my carpool buddy for some of these Gold Country races, was a little ambivalent the day before. The weather forecast kept hovering between rain and showers. On Friday, it was predicted Saturday would be windy (25-30 mph) and in the 40's. Even if it was going to be in the 30's and hailing, I was planning on going. Maybe dressed in a ski jacket, but I was going to run it. This must've motivated Joe, who finally committed.
These were some bad-ass geese.
There are a lot of belligerent and loud ducks and geese by the parking lot, when we arrive, on time, which means 45 minutes before the 50k race starts. I scope the crowd out, recognize some fast runners from my old age division, like Michael Fink, but don't recognize anyone fast in my new age division. We get there and Mark Lantz is helping out. He's running, but doing the 30k. The course at Jed Smith is described as a figure-8, but it's actually more like a deformed 3.3 mile dumbbell. The start/finish is on the upper ball. For the 50k, we all do an out and back to get the extra 1.3 miles, then proceed to do 9 circuits. The bent bar of the dumbbell give plenty of opportunity to see people coming the other way, and you can track your relative gain or loss with any particular runner based on when you meet him or her during the bar. That actually makes this race more social and interesting than one in which everyone runs around in a circle and so you only see people when you pass them or get passed by them. They tell you to register by 7:45, and so we have more than enough time to set up our chairs with our jackets and aid. Last year they had no gels, so I brought about 10 and used them until I noticed there were Gu's at the larger of the 2 aid stations. It was cold. It looked like it would rain. I put my number on my shorts, but kept and decided to start running with some loose fitting long sleeve running pants. Above I had a long sleeve tech shirt with a fleece vest and a Gore-tex like jacket. There were several runners dressed only in single layers shorts, looking at me funny. Lap 1. Jasper, Chikara and 2 others I don't recognize shoot out as a pack. I hang back.
Joe Swenson getting his number and timing chip.
Laps 1-3:
I watch a pack of 4-5 including Chikara, Jasper and some others I didn't recognize. After the first lap, Mark Lantz, who hasn't started his 30k race yet, tells me to take off some layers. I was scared of being cold in the rain and overdressed. After a couple of laps, I'm running with Ed Randolph, 38, who's only run 50k once before and, Gary Cohen who tells me he's 50 years old. Eventually I lose Ed when I have to stop and tie my shoe, laces flapping for several miles. Have to find those lace locks.
me and Ed Randolph, post-race
Laps 4-6
Gary loses it early. I catch up with Ed Randolph, and when he stops to pee, I leave him behind. But the mud really slows me down. I'm definitely not going to run faster than last year. It drizzles.
Laps 7-9:
I start seeing Jasper Halekas coming the other way. He keeps telling me there is a pack of 4 not far ahead. I'm noticing I'm slowing down and not terribly motivated to kick ass. Despite my wussy (rhymes with cat-prefix) attitude, I end up passing a couple, including Chikara Omine, who normally leaves me far behind but hasn't been running long distance much, and Eduardo Vazquez, whom I don't know, but Jasper keeps mentioning his name. Meanwhile, I notice that Jasper is looking really good, and it seems like he's closing in on the 2 people in front of him (though I'm not timing this).
The funny thing about all this is that the first time I met Jasper (link for Dunlap interview), we had this short conversation coming into Beals Point at AR50 2 years ago. He was commenting that the flat path portion was painful and that really, he was a "trail purist." After that, I pulled ahead of him after Beals Point and he never caught up. That would be the last time I'd ever think of beating Jasper. After the race, he explained that he was having posterior knee pain from last year, so it was too painful to climb fast, so he might try to make the 100k team at Mad City. Definitely something to shoot for--good luck, dude! I will forgive his lapse from trail purity.
Mark Lantz, 2nd in the 30k (ran much faster than I can). Jasper Halekas, 1st in the 50k.
Jason Reed, 4th, 3:39:35. I passed him near the end of Quad Dipsea last year, but this time it was his turn, quickly passing me with about a lap to go, looking very good.
Michael Kanning, now 16, was doing the 50 mile run, and kicked ass, coming in 2nd overall (would've won had it not been for the following guy). link to Michael K's blogged report
Michael Kanning, on pace for a sub-7 (hour 50 miler).
Michael Kanning's proud and dedicated father on left, with start/finish line volunteers, whose names I forgot to get.
As it turned out, the guy in the orange who passed me was Steve Stowers, the very fast runner who has recently returned to the ultrarunning scene, winning Skyline 50k last August. Apparently, he was trying to finish the 50 mile race under 5 hours 40 minutes, which would qualify him for consideration to be selected to the national 100k team--probably a more noble and impressive goal than getting my 40 points!
Joe and I decided to stick around to see if Steve Stowers would make it under 5:40. Check this out:
Steve still catching his breath.
I'd cheer Michael and other runners on, but it's freezing and I have my family waiting at home. Thanks to all the dedicated volunteers who were out there for reasons than I.
Swag gallery. Tech T-shirt, missing last year's cowboys & buffalo, in which I ran last November's Quad Dipsea. The embroidered cap is an age group award, I think they give out to top 20% in each division. How did such a skinny daddy produce this plump baby with the crazy hair?
link for 2008 Jed Smith race results
3. (for whee!): Northstar-at-Tahoe Sprint repeats
I know I should do more speed work, but sometimes it's hard to get motivated to all-out sprint, especially since I didn't run any road marathons last year. Fortunately, my older son has a little relentless drill sergeant in him, or just simply likes speed.
A couple of weeks ago, after a couple days skiing (I was boarding) with friends, switching off childcare with my wife (okay, she did most of the work during the day, but I have no boobs), I sprinted up and down this slope near the new rental condos at Northstar. Gentle, yes, but with the altitude, the ice (running on worn down running shoes without any tread) and pulling my relentless son (let's do it again, Daddy!), I got an ass-kicker quality half-hour interval workout before we packed the car and drove back home. You could say I tried to make up for my lack of boobs by moving my legs real fast. Mommy was impressed and amused.


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Five Questions: Grilling safety
May 10, 2013
As springtime blooms, it's time to fire up the outdoor grill for tasty barbecue favorites. Douglas County Kansas State Extension Family and Consumer Science Agent Susan Johnson offers the following tips to keep food-borne bacterial from ruining the fun.
Q: Summer often means outings to the lake or other places away from home. What precautions should grillers take for such outings?
A: When carrying food to another location, keep it cold to minimize bacterial growth. Use an insulated cooler with sufficient ice or ice packs to keep the food at 40 degrees or below. Only take out the meat and poultry immediately before placing on the grill.
Q: Is there anything to keep in mind when handling food at the grill?
A: Yes. Be sure there are plenty of clean utensils and platters. To prevent food-borne illness, don't use the same platter and utensils for raw and cooked meat and poultry. Harmful bacteria present in raw meat and poultry and their juices can contaminate safely cooked food.
Q: What's the best way to assure meat and poultry are fully cooked?
A: Meat and poultry cooked on a grill often browns very fast on the outside. Use a food thermometer to be sure the food has reached a safe minimum internal temperature.
Q: What minimum temperatures should they reach?
A: Suggested temperatures are: 145 degrees for beef, pork, lamb and veal; 160 degrees for ground beef, pork and lamb; and 165 degrees for all poultry (including ground turkey).
Q: At picnics and family gatherings, food tends to be served buffet style. How long is it safe to leave food out?
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I left New York City on October 14th and touched down early morning in to Vladivostok, Russia on October 16th, half a world and some 36 or more hours later, tired and delirious, but really excited to begin my Russian adventure. At my 6 hour layover in Moscow, i met up with Vital, who would serve as my tour manager, and the very important roles of translator, travel companion and friend for the duration of my tour. Fun fact, Vital's ex-girlfriend is now Aphex Twin's wife. Vital had promoted my show in Moscow last year, and had decided to undertake the ambitious project of organizing and booking a full 7 city Russian tour for me, this being my 4th time coming to Russia since 2010. A DIY russian tour like this for an underground american artist like myself is virtually unprecedented and most of these cities i had never heard of before i left for the trip. Since my first crazy show in a Moscow club (watch a hilarious and bizarre expose by MTV Russia on that show here ) The Russian youth, who are some of the warmest and open hearted people i have ever met, have really accepted and embraced my music and have told me that i was russian in a past life, or that i was helping them to remember their "russian soul". I think for a lot of Russians, they feel quite isolated in their country, looking on as North America and western Europe gets all of the cultural shine while they are still very much a country in transition, and one that is struggling with something of an identity crisis after the collapse of the soviet union. Getting to travel to Russia so much has made me feel like some sort of cultural ambassador and a positive link between two countries that have lots of misunderstandings and assumptions of one another. It is quite a priviledge, and means so much to me that i am inspiring these people in Russia in a positive way.
Vladivostok is located on the very far east coast of Russia, 20 miles north of North Korea on the Japan Sea. The city was an interesting mix of Russian, Asian, and European influences and sort of resembled San Francisco with all of its hills, bridges and the bay. Vital and i met up with one of the promoters of my show and he showed us around the city for a while. Exploring abandoned buildings filled with garbage and discarded heroin needles, empty carnivals, and some local thrift stores filled with strange japanese trash before going down to the extremely cold water of the Japan Sea. The tide was very high as Vital and i walked out on to a pier posing for photos while getting windblown and wet by the icy cold water crashing over the sides. I kept asking our guide if people in the fishing city of Vladivostok were at all concerned about being so close in proximity to the radiation from the Fukushima nuclear meltdown, but he just said that no one really cared or thought about it. For some reason during the day, Vital purchased two different bass guitars at two different music stores, noting how much cheaper everything in Vladivostok was compared to Moscow. The show that night was in this sort of brand new arts building, a converted industrial type warehouse space with clothing boutiques and a shop that sold cel phone cases. I performed at a private party for someone who i had no idea who they were. There was an open vodka bar all night and a "casual" but strict dress code enforced by a threatening looking security team who seemed amused and confused by my presence next to most of the guests dressed in high heels, dresses and collard shirts. Russians are used to "face control" in clubs and in situations like this. Face control is basically if you don't look like how the club or the security wants you to look, you are not getting in. Face control has prevented me from getting in to more than a few clubs in Russia. The party was very packed and i think most of the people that were there didn't know who i was and were there for the vodka, but it was a really great show. One of the amazing things to me, about Russia, is how much they love autographs. After the show i was writing on peoples receipts, arms, stomachs, breasts, various electronic music machines, and a guy even had me sign his passport. I try and turn this in to a fun game where i make each autograph unique by writing a personal message each time. It is all quite flattering and fun because this never happens in North America, at least for me. After the show, much to the protest of a group of intoxicated kids wanting to party with us, Vital and I returned to our hostel for some much needed rest, waking up before the crack of dawn to catch our very long flight back across the entire country to St. Petersburg. Our personal driver picked us up that morning and drove us 40 minutes to the airport, blasting drum and bass music as the red sun of dawn sun pierced through the black smoke choking the sky from the factories in the countryside outside the city. it was beautiful.
live in vladivostok
Enjoying the free Wi-Fi and Drinking a 14 dollar beer at a bar in the Moscow airport during our layover, i realized that i had, in a tired daze, left my journal and my book i was reading on the plane, which was still sitting at the gate. Leaving anything behind in Russia is not good. You have a very little chance of ever seeing anything you lose again, but i figured that no one would have any use for my journal full of weird drawings and writings but me. but for some reason, they weren't able to find it on the plane, not giving me any other reason other that saying it had been thrown away by the cleaners. I was pretty angry and bummed out, there was close to a years worth of work and memories recorded in the journal and unrecorded song lyrics written in there. i still don't understand how it just vanished like that. We showed up to St. Petersburg that night, hours later, checked in to a hostel, showered and had to immediately then go start setting up for the show. St. Petersburg is an extremely beautiful city, with its mind blowing architecture and city canals, unfortunately i didnt get to see any sights this day because there was just no time. My show that night was in a really nice brand new contemporary art museum, called Erarta . It was an early show and i was the only performance. That night i projected a Youtube playlist i had created on a giant screen behind me while i played. Mostly of hilarious and paranoid found reptilian shapeshifting conspiracy videos. the problem with projecting a youtube playlist, is that it also projects the advertisements. So between videos of close up slow motion shots of Angelina Jolie's reptile eyeballs, there would be some random toothpaste commercial. i thought it was great. Everyone was really happy but the show was mild and small, there was no alcohol served, and i think people are always a bit unsure how to act when inside of a contemporary art space as opposed to a club. Afterwards i signed some more funny autographs and a guy took his sweaty t shirt off his back and gave it to me as a gift. Vital and I went out for some beers after the show with some friends but basically had to get right on an all night 12 hour Train headed for Moscow. I spent a total of about 6 hours in St Petersburg.
We woke up at 8 am as the train pulled in to Moscow Central Station. Looking like some haggard weirdos, we were immediately profiled and stopped by Police officers while some plain clothes narc looking guy started yelling at Vital. They argued in Russian for about ten minutes while the police stared me down, i didnt know what the hell was going on i was a little nervous because you do not want to fuck with the russian police. After a while. they let us go. Vital explained that they had kept demanding him to "hand over our drugs" and that they knew that we were carrying (we didnt have any). They threatened to search us which would have been bad, as Vital explained they most likely would have planted drugs in our bags then demanded money from us. So i guess we got off lucky. Hello Moscow! We flagged down a car to head to Vital's house. In Russia, if you want a ride, all you have to do is just stick out your hand and a random car will pull up to you and ask you where you want to go, it is its own micro economy. It is of course a little dangerous, but it is always far cheaper than a regular taxi, and no one thinks twice about it. We chilled at Vital's apartment for a while eating breakfast with his roommates and catching up on some email shit before heading down to some offices for an online music site, like a russian pitchfork, where i did a live streaming DJ set of all russian trance music that i had downloaded the day before, but played all slowed down to 100BPM. It was pretty goofy and casual as i just ate breakfast pastries and drank coffee the whole time. Meeting us there was my close friend, Maria, who i had met my first time in Moscow in 2010. Maria and i have stayed in contact over the years and we hang out and have crazy times together whenever i am in Russia. She is a total goddess of inspiration, and has always come to my rescue in a country that can be confusing and disorienting, a legendary muse of the highest degree. After the DJ set, we left to go to soundcheck at the club where i would be performing that night, Solyanka. Solyanka is a high end club for more adventurous sounds and the people with a taste for them. They have an incredible Funktion One sound system (some of the best speaker systems in the world) and a really fancy dinner menu. Its a sick spot. I got to eat some borscht (traditional russian beet stew, i am obsessed) before Maria and i headed back to the cute hostel that i was staying at to nap and chill out for a while.
cathedral in moscow made infamous as it was the location of pussy riot's "punk prayer"
maria backstage at solyanka club
Walking back to the club for the show, i was talking with Maria about Russia's increasingly harsh and conservative stance towards LGBTQ individuals. I think because of this, it is common for a lot of people in America to make negative generalizations about Russia just from what we see online, (with some good reason of course). Maria, being someone who has been in relationships with women, was explaining to me how, in the cities, it is just not this way. Most young Russians in cities are progressive and very tolerant and welcoming to gays and lesbians. the intolerance is really mostly due to their mafia style government of old men who are stuck in soviet times, trying to win over the opinions of the more conservative working class people, people who are more comfortable with Russia's past than its future. Maria stated that Russia will not change until all of these men die. She equated it much to America, where we have a conservative government and most people who support that conservative agenda live in more rural communities, and it is rare to witness it first hand unless you are trying to surround yourself with people who think that way. Before i had left on this trip, i had people telling me i should boycott Russia because of its stance towards homosexuals, which i just found to be terribly counterproductive. The russian people shouldn't be blamed or punished, as they are victims of a highly corrupt and conservative government that doesn't have the best interests of the people in mind, much as we are in America.
The show that night was insane. Opening for me were some of my friends, The Stoned Boys, who helped bring me to Russia and played at my first Moscow show in 2010. They were playing all new shit, real next level driving acid techno with all live electronics, sort of like Moscow's answer to Teengirl Fantasy. It was incredible. Russian youth really know how to party, and I brought the house down. One of those moments in your life where you get affirmation that all is good and you are on the correct path in the decisions you have made. Maria and i didnt leave the club until 6 am. After doing bumps of coke with some weird dude in a bathroom, we walked around an empty Red Square as the sun rose tripping out on Russia's incredible history on that spot. It is just a really powerful and intense place. It is true that after the construction of St. Basil's cathedral was finished, the Tzar at the time had the architects eyeballs removed so he could never create anything as beautiful. Brutal.
the stoned boys in moscow
st. basil's cathedral in red square
old public execution spot in red square
We woke up at the hostel the next night at around 6pm and went out for American style hamburgers in some funny restaurant with Route 66 posters and pictures of cowboys and shit, which i guess is a very new and popular trend in Moscow now, "american food". i must say, being like 15 dollars, my burger sucked. After our american meal, Maria and i went to Andrew's house from the stoned boys where a bunch of people were chilling drinking vodka. They are such sweet hearts and have a really cool crew of artist and musician friends, like this rad band Glintshake. We spent a few hours bonding over grunge band music videos from the 90's between vodka shots before i had to head to another club where i was DJing that night. I later Djed for about two hours and met this amazing girl who had an enormous "real is a feeling" tattoos right above her ass. I told her she ruled i would always be her friend. It was a great night but Vital and I were pretty drunk and had to leave the club to go to the airport for a 8am flight.
chilling 8am at the airport
pure vibes in the club in moscow
When we arrived at the airport they wouldnt let us on the plane because i guess we showed up 5 minutes too late to check in. So Vital and i had to sit in the airport for about 7 hours waiting for another plane to take us to Togliatti, a town i had never heard of. It was really fucked. Having not slept, we got to Togliatti very late and had to go straight to the club where i was to perform. Togliatti is a small industrial city, with really nothing there except a huge automobile factory which i guess employs over 100 thousand people. At the show, i was feeling pretty fucked up from not sleeping, performing to a small crowd of maybe 20 people thinking to myself, how am i even here in this place right now? It was surreal. One awesome thing was some really cool friends i had made from previous trips to Russia, drove 5 hours from their city of Kazan to hang out and see the show. A really sweet crew who i had some deep bonding moments tripping on ecstasy with inside of a rural house the year before. Kazan is also where i filmed my video for "black nails" After the show, i was exhausted, and we all went back to this strange sort of hostel/house where i slept for about an hour before Vital and i had to be up again to go back to the airport for a super early flight to Ekaterinburg. Another city i had never heard of. Times like these are why you always see musicians wearing sunglasses.
We got to Ekaterinburg and drove straight to the hostel we were staying at and immediately passed out for a good 7 hours, we had been awake and drunk on vodka for nearly 3 days! Later that night i performed in a really beautiful club built out of a converted soviet textile warehouse. The promoters had somehow managed to collect all of these enormous plants from the local library, which were put behind me while i played as the room was filled with smoke and lasers. There was also a glowing case of red bull that i thought was a nice touch. Tons of kids came out and went totally bananas during my set, riding on each other shoulders and moshing around, everyone said they had never seen a monday night be so crazy. That night i got a great compliment, this girl came up to me and said "i dont know what this music is, but you turn me to wild dog" I felt rejuvinated and alive. The next day we had a much needed day off and spent it exploring Ekaterinburg, which is a really crazy looking city. There is an extreme juxtaposition between hyper modern architecture and decaying soviet buildings and large abandoned warehouses. We walked along a winding river filled with trash and ducks as it was snowing and came across some awesomely weird public sculpture of an enormous computer keyboard. The photo of me standing on the keys is for some reason my most liked instagram of all time. I guess people like to like stuff that has to do with computers while they are on computers. We found a restaurant that served some borscht, because i was feinding, and later went back to the club i had performed the previous night so we could drink beer and espresso and watch a man play Tchaikovsky on a grand piano. A sublime russian experience. That night while we slept in the same room, Vital and i both had dreams about pouring gasoline on things and setting them on fire.
It was another super early morning heading to the airport, this time flying in the smallest plane i've ever seen to Ufa, (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/
Ufa) another city i had never heard of. That day we hooked up with the promoters of the show and they showed us around the city, taking me to these wild industrial slums and this burnt out and abandoned soviet observatory on the top of a large hill, looking out for miles over a vast river that snaked off in to the russian horizon. After, we got to go to one of the promoter's mothers house for a home cooked meal of meat and potatoes with pickled green tomatoes. His mother spoke no english, but i kept thanking her for the meal, it was just so nice to sit down and eat a warm meal made with love in someones home. It was a really honest and passionate moment, and things like that are one of the reasons i really love DIY touring. The show that night was in a small club packed with people. Everyone seemed so happy and genuinely tripped out and appreciative that an American artist was there. I had a great time. Afterwards, this man approached Vital and I inviting us to this other club that he owned, where he threw a makeshift private after party in this super empty but lavish club. He kept bringing bottle after bottle over of expensive russian vodka just for our small table of people. It was like the whole club was our own VIP room. I dont remember too much after that but we were really going for it because i was going home the next day. I woke up in our hostel to the promoter guy asking me to sign 5 autographs on separate pieces of paper for his friends and family, Which i thought was just a hilarious way to wake up. my surreal life. We drank green tea and hugged goodbye as Vital and i headed to the airport, in mutual agreement that we had just had a great fucking tour.
There really is no place like Mother Russia.


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The video above almost says it all: Adios Spain.
After only two matches in the World Cup, the defending champions on Wednesday were eliminated from the tournament, much to the surprise of most soccer fans. All it took was a crushing 5-1 defeat against the Netherlands last Friday and another loss against lower-ranking Chile on Wednesday. Bye, bye La Roja.
These pictures basically say it all:
But Spain shouldn't feel embarrassed by their current lack of soccer firepower. Other reigning champions have previously struggled to advance from the group plays and Spain now joins the exclusive club of victors that have missed out on the knock-out games in the following competition.
In 1966, two-time World Cup winner Brazil lost to both Portugal and Hungary in the group stage, sending them home from England without a medal. England won the coveted trophy that year, its first and only ever.
France ended the 2002 tournament goalless, just four years after defeating Brazil in the final at Stade de France. After a shocking 1-0 loss to Senegal in the opening game, followed by a 2-0 defeat to Denmark and a draw with Uruguay it was au revoir to Les Bleus.
When Italy took out France in the 2006 World Cup final in Berlin, few had expected a lackluster 2010 tournament for the tricolore squad. But with two draws and a lost game in the initial stages, Italy was sent home as the group loser.
Ahead of the World Cup this year in Brazil, Spain was among the favorites to walk away with a medal. Now Brazil, Argentina, the Netherlands and Germany have the best odds for winning, according to betting site Paddy Power.
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Not sure if this is old news, but if you are in the US, Lowe's carries a selection of rubber grommets in the hardware section. They are between $1 and $2 a pair. They come in many sizes, so I just brought the handle to pick the right ones.
These work great on Nauticam housings to keep lanyard connectors from rattling.


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Event box
LEGO® League @ TECH
Unleash your LEGO® creativity! This weekly drop-in program will allow children to create Lego masterpieces that will be displayed at the library. Weekly themes will be explored to inspire inventiveness. Imagination is required!
- Date:
- Wednesday, June 20, 2018 Show more dates
- Time:
- 4:00pm - 5:00pm
- Location:
- Branch Library - Meeting Room
- Campus:
- TECH@Lowell Branch
- Categories:
GCPL Staff Member
Rene King Crump


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Chapter 2 - Dad
Create the projects that Nicole LaRue shows you how to make in her special issue, 101 Hip, Handmade Gifts. (Note: You will need Adobe Reader 5.0 or above to print these downloads.)
Want even more downloads than the ones offered here? Click here to get downloads to make every single project in the book!
Chapter 2 – Dad – BIBLIOPHILE
Personalize your gifts with these unique tags.
Download tags
Create your own packages for photo corners.
Download package template
Chapter 2 – Dad – DOGGIE BAG
Personalize a yummy treat with this doggie bone wrapper.
Download wrapper template
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