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HAMPTON, Ga. (AP) — Tony Stewart climbed from his battered car, took a big gulp of water, and surveyed the damage.
His night was done.
Not the way he wanted to come back to racing.
In his first event since his sprint car struck and killed a fellow driver, Stewart slammed the wall twice and settled for a dismal 41st-place finish at Atlanta Motor Speedway on Sunday, leaving him in a must-win situation next weekend at Richmond to make NASCAR's Chase for the Sprint Cup championship.
"I wish we could have had a better effort and a better finish for him," crew chief Chad Johnston said. "We'll go on to Richmond and hope we can do better there."
When Stewart pulled his No. 14 car into the garage, he stayed behind the wheel while his crew jacked it up and went to work. A few minutes later, he climbed out, chatted briefly with Johnston, and looked under the hood.
When he realized nothing could be done, Stewart headed through the garage to his hauler parked on the other side. He showed no emotion and didn't say anything as he was trailed by reporters.
"I went into today with some pretty good hopes of finishing well," Johnston said. "It just didn't work out."
Stewart first went into the wall on lap 122 through no fault of his own. Kyle Busch's car drifted high coming out of turn 2 on a restart, catching the front end of Stewart's machine and sending them both into the wall.
The No. 14 headed to the pits for work to the right side, then rolled back onto the track in 21st place.
Fifty laps after the initial problem, Stewart blew a right front tire and slammed into the wall even harder. With sparks flying from the damaged car, he eased it back to the pit lane and went straight to the garage.
It didn't take long to determine the car was beyond repair. He barely made it past the halfway point of the race.
"It was good to see him back," said Mike Arning, a spokesman for Stewart-Haas Racing. "Part of that healing process for him was getting back in the race car. This is what he's done since he was 8 years old. This is his family. He's 43 years old. He's not married. He doesn't have children. It's who he is and what he knows."
Having skipped the last three Sprint Cup races, his team saying he needed time to grieve, Stewart received a big cheer from the crowd when he was introduced in Atlanta. Many fans wrote notes of encouragement on the pavement at the entrance to his garage stall.
"Welcome back Tony."
"Go Get Em Smoke."
Starting 12th, Stewart ran in the top 10 through the early stages of the race, getting as high as fourth though he never seriously challenged for the lead.
"I thought he was pretty strong all weekend," fellow driver Kyle Larson said. "It was cool to see Tony back on the track. ... He's a tough competitor and really fun to race with."
He wound up beating only two other cars in the 43-driver field. The No. 14 was loaded onto the hauler and the crew changed out of their suits, long looks on their faces as their focus shifted to Richmond. Stewart, his racing suit pulled halfway down, headed to his motor home surrounded by security officers and wasn't seen again.
Stewart went into seclusion after his car struck 20-year-old Kevin Ward Jr. at a dirt-track race in upstate New York, a case that is still under investigation by law enforcement authorities.
Normally, drivers must compete in every event to be eligible for the championship, but NASCAR granted a waiver to Stewart under a rule intended for primarily for medical issues. Even so, the only way for the three-time Cup champion to qualify for the playoff was to win at either Atlanta or Richmond.
He's down to his final shot.
Whether Stewart makes the Chase or not, he felt like he needed to be with his team to help him cope with Ward's death. In his only comments of the weekend, he said "this is something that will definitely affect my life forever."
"This is a sadness and a pain I hope no one has to experience in their life," he added.
Stewart's fellow Cup drivers welcomed him back.
"Hopefully this is the step in the right direction for what he needs to get better," said Denny Hamlin, who finished third in Atlanta.
Ward was struck after he stepped onto the track to confront Stewart, angry over a collision with the NASCAR star that knocked Ward out of the race. Authorities said Friday that the probe into Ward's death will last at least another two weeks. No decision has been made about whether Stewart will face charges.
But for now, it's on to Richmond.
"We're just taking it one day at a time, one week at a time," Arning said. "This is uncharted territory for all of us."
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Milwaukee releasing untreated wastewater to minimize residential backups
While homeowners in southeast Wisconsin battle rainwater in their yards, Milwaukee's water utility is working to also keep wastewater out of those homes.
Homeowners are working to keep the April showers outdoors, and plumbing and drain-service companies have seen their phones begin to ring..
"We had a flooded drain," said Ben Huth of Roto-Rooter. "It drains the driveway and it was packed solid with mud, leaves and sticks."
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Black gates along the Kinnickinnic River near Sixth Street and Cleveland Avenue mark one area where MMSD said they release untreated overflow waters from the deep tunnel. A combination of rainwater and wastewater has been released since early Wednesday morning.
Milwaukee's Metropolitan Sewerage District said its two processing plants are already at capacity. The utility is releasing the untreated overflow waters in order to prevent system backups in homes and businesses.
It is allowed to perform up to six overflow diversions per year.
The deep tunnel can hold 432 million gallons of water. As of 2 p.m. Wednesday, the system had just under 300 million gallons being held.
With additional heavy rains expected for Wednesday night, the utility is preparing to make room for additional waters.
MMSD said it began discharging partially-treated overflow at 6:40 a.m. Wednesday, and is likely to continue until the rain forecast eases and the treatment facilities are able to keep up with the waters in the tunnel.


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She was cleaning the kitchen, just straightening up, when she paused looking through the window toward the garage where he was going through his morning bushido exercises. It filled her with a sense of well being as she reveled in the sunlight that seemed to disperse like droplets of liquid among her garden's various flowers. She glanced, for a moment, toward the front of the house and marveled at the complexity of the oriental arrangement with the meandering stream under the footbridge bisecting the lawn with its gently sloping hills and valleys. Thinking back to when they bought the property and how barren it looked she almost found it unbelievable that all this appeared so natural as if it were always here. It was his design with advice in feng shui from an oriental gardener who had worked for the Williams, during the nine months of construction on the main house before they moved in. She had thought privately that he was spending an awful lot of time with the gardener taking notes and helping him with his work. They were always together for the first couple of months until the Williams protested gently that their gardener would get more quality work done if he worked alone. With profuse apologies he left him alone and made arrangements to visit him, at his home, at his convenience. As if on cue he exited the garage and, as was his wont, began his weaponless khata smoothly flowing into it as naturally as walking from one discipline to another. As he worked through the khata he moved toward a seemingly natural rise in the landscape that placed him directly opposite her. He paused, deciding which style to practice next, and removed his shirt to allow his body to soak in the sun's rays thereby energizing him for his next task. He is almost 6' tall and unless he was exerting himself or flexing he didn't appear muscular, he has the classic v-shaped abdomen with very muscular legs. People have called him handsome although he never believes them. Observing, she unconsciously caught her breath, he always affected her this way especially when she watched him without his being aware. She found that moisture was beginning to form in her nether regions, she looked away consciously to avoid touching herself. Finishing his exercises he ran from view, away from the house around the garage in a sprint and before she knew it he was walking through the backdoor. As he glided into the kitchen on almost silent feet, he found her there, still looking toward the garage; it was his turn to catch his breath. He stood there, thinking," I am the luckiest man in the world." He literally drank in the sight of her. Her long, thick, almost black hair hung almost to her waist. She was dressed in a short robe that allowed him to appreciate her dancers legs, well muscled and smooth as poured cream, tapering from the swell of her almost perfectly rounded bottom. As he lingered there he found himself becoming painfully aware of her affect on him. God! He loved her so! They'd met in college, she, a music and drama major and he an electrical engineering major. She saw him in the cafeteria trying to eat a stale sandwich and study a very thick textbook at the same time. She didn't know whether the expression on his face was for the sandwich or the material he was reading. She never knew why or even how but she found herself standing in front of him, tray in hand. With a quizzical smile on her face, she stood there unnoticed and eventually asked, "Are you alone?" He looked up with an annoyed expression that quickly dissolved into awe and stammered, "Ah well, that is, uhm, I'm sorry. What? No, of course, I mean, please sit down. I'm not expecting anyone, and I'm not usually this thoungue-thighed." He winced because he had actually bitten his tongue. The expression on his face was speaking volumes although he was unaware. She was unexpectedly stunning, though she thought that she was easy on the eyes but she didn't consider herself classically beautiful. She smiled and said nothing, not wishing to further his embarrassment, and sat down with her salad. Her sudden appearance had surprised him because it hit him like an actual blow. He'd never felt quite this way before, he knew he loved her the moment he had looked up and he didn't know anything about her. He'd been with beautiful girls/women before, but, there was something palpable in the air and he hoped she felt it too. He didn't want to blow it, by saying something inane, but everything that came to mind sounded like an old pickup line to him. So, he said nothing and chose instead to bury himself in his book. Intuitively, she felt his discomfort and tried to think of a way to put him at ease. "I didn't know anyone ate those things." she nodded toward the sandwich and hoped she'd kept the tremor out of her voice as she spoke. She plunged ahead, "I'm called Joy but my name is Joy Sen Walker." He couldn't quite believe his ears, she had a melodious undertone when she spoke that made it seem as if she were almost singing, and she spoke to him! "My name is Steve, Steven Newsome. I haven't seen you around campus and I surely would have noticed." She had the grace to blush. He was berating himself for the lame comment when she said, "Thank you, I see that you're busy studying am I interrupting?" "I can't think of a better reason to stop. Joy Sen? That's a melodious and exotic name." He said that after taking a deep breath and finally gazing into her eyes. The depth of the green he found there, in the almond shaped face and caramel colored skin, made him feel as if he were on the edge of a deep mountain lake, he had to stave of the feeling of vertigo before she spoke. "My mother is Indonesian," she said by way of explanation, "I can thank her for my name." They soon felt comfortable with each other; almost as if they'd always been together and he almost missed the class he'd been studying for, so diligently. They were always together after that and moved off campus to live together within a month. He silently glided up behind her and gently encircled her waist with his arms before whispering, "Good morning, sunshine." Stifling a startled yelp, she moved her hips back into him and slowly, sensuously revolved them against him and murmured, "Morning yourself, Calvin." Calvin was the pool man, who visited twice a month and always found an excuse to linger whenever he found her there. Steve kidded her incessantly about her "relationship" with Cal, and this was her way of getting back at him. He slid his hands up to caress her breasts, felt the tremor through her body and whispered, "We'd better hurry before he gets home, by the way where is he?" Without missing a beat she answered, "I don't know, he just disappeared around back of the garage. He may be gone for an hour or so, if he went for a jog, so we've got plenty of time." At this he gave her bottom a whack that resounded off the walls, she jumped and spun around to place her arms around his neck. Nuzzling his cheek and still moving against him, "I love you, she whispered, and if you keep doing that I'll never get to my dissertation." The swat made her wetter than she already was, and that puzzled her. A stray thought entered her mind, did she enjoy that smack on her bottom? It still tingled and was pleasantly distracting adding to the already heightened atmosphere. Distressingly Steve pulled back and disengaged himself, throwing casually over his shoulder, "I need a shower, I reek!" As he headed for the upstairs bathroom, he tried to adjust himself nonchalantly. He was wearing an athletic supporter and it was confining a very urgent need. She sighed, and called after his retreating back, "You never reek, you smell manly like you should." By that time he was already up the full flight of stairs and halfway to the bathroom leaving clothes in his wake. She stayed in the kitchen knowing that he would get the clothes once he'd showered, for some reason a she pictured herself picking up after him all the while complaining that she had to do it. It was a game they never got into because she thought it clich ; she dismissed it from her mind and thought about her plans for the day. It was summertime and she could work on her dissertation, but, there was a shop she'd noticed on the way up to the summer home, where they were, and it looked interesting filled with knickknacks and antiques that might put the finishing touches on this house. She had always thought that this would be a very nice home when she finished furnishing it. She'd already asked for two extensions from her faculty advisor Dr. Eddings, and gotten them because of her charm, yet she felt no sense of urgency to get it done. She'd lost the impetus and drive that she had when she decided to pursue her doctorate and that store was beckoning. Joy hurried up the stairs to their bedroom to change, upon entering she heard his rich baritone singing, "You are too beautiful, my dear to be true, And I am a fool for beauty, Who by a feeling that because I have found you, I could have bound you too." So she decided to write a note instead of trying to be heard over the shower and his singing. She loved his singing and was tempted to join him in the shower, but that store was beckoning. Joy picked out the first thing she saw and threw them on, wrote the note and left, feeling a little guilty because she'd told Steve that she'd be working on the dissertation all day. Had he known then that she'd look for any excuse to not work on it? As she slid into the convertible her bottom tingled as if it knew something she didn't. Thinking as she started the car of the knowing look he had given her when she told him of her plans to get back in gear, he all but said that he knew she wouldn't be able to discipline herself and follow though on her task. Here she was doing exactly what he knew she would, and feeling guilty. "Stop that," she told herself, "the house needs to be comfortable for us both and I still have all the rest of the day to outline my thesis." Driving into town, she was trying to remember exactly where the shop was, because Steve was driving she'd had time to look around. The drugstore, then a home electronics store, then a store that had a black curtain with red tassels. She couldn't help wondering what they sold there, probably something to do with the occult. Then the antique store, she could lose herself in there and thought she had to be mindful of the time. She pulled into to the only available spot near the store and got out, barely noticing that she'd parked in front of the mysterious store. As she turned the store was right in front of her; curious she tried to peer in. It looked like another antique store, but she couldn't place the furniture. The furniture looked odd, all dark, heavy wood with padding in places that didn't make sense. The store drew her in. The interior was dark only lit by antique lamps on small round wooden tables seemingly placed haphazardly thoughout the store. An old chime announced her entrance and while she began browsing an older woman appeared from the rear. The tinkling of the beaded curtains told her that she was no longer alone and she hoped she'd be allowed to look around before being approached. The woman sat down and left her to peruse in quiet and it was she that invaded the silence. "Interesting design, but why are there two long cushions in the seat surely it can't be a comfortable place to sit." In a very low almost manly voice she answered, "Suppose they're not for sitting?" Joy chuckled and said, "Why are there cushions on the back of the chair, and it can't be comfortable when it's that low can it? That's an odd footrest? Two holes?" Smiling the women approached her and knelt on the cushions facing the back of the chair and placed her feet in the two holes while resting her shoulders delicately on the cushion on top of the back of the chair. In this position her bottom was forced upward as if awaiting punishment and the use of the chair became obvious. With this new prospective Joy looked around the shop. Everything made sense now and the woman was looking at her with a knowing smile. "Would you care to see how it feels?" she murmured. Without knowing why, Joy blushed and hurried out of the store into the almost too perfect day. The sky was so blue it almost hurt to look and the temperature couldn't have been more comfortable if she had order it from a menu. A disturbing feeling had stolen over her when the women demonstrated the furniture's use. She could almost see herself in place of the woman only she was bare bottomed. The more that she dwelled on it the more it excited her, and the more she felt embarrassed by her arousal. Joy entered the store where she had intended shop but while shopping couldn't shake the image from her mind. She looked at one piece and while forming a picture of it in the house, and the former image returned unbidden. This time she let it play out in her mind. Steve was speaking very sternly at her, "I knew you wouldn't follow through, you obviously need more direction." At that he spanked her hard on her bare bottom, ten fast hard strokes, that left her almost breathless. In a small, pain filled voice she cried, "I –I 'm sorry, (sniff) that I let you down. I promise I'll do better!" Another five hard spanks and Steve's voice almost seductively smooth and soft came from a place near her ear, "I am very disappointed in you and I think you need more self-discipline. Until you have it, I will gladly supply it to your bare bottom every time you need it." "It's a beautiful piece isn't it?" so engrossed was she in her reverie that she hadn't noticed his approach. She found that she was almost out of breath when she spoke and it came out in a husky whisper, "Oh, it is lovely, but it just wouldn't fit." Then she turned away from him to hide her heaving bosom and flushed face. As she walked away from the salesman, she felt his eyes on her and instead of her usual confident and graceful stride, she almost shuffled on to the next display of furniture. The power of the daydream had left her weak, and very aroused. She fought to control her breathing and regain her composure before the salesman caught up with her. Joy pretended to be absorbed in a display on the far side of the floor and hurried over to it. Only when she reached it did she slow and while pretending to size it up she finally regained control of her body. Her mind was in turmoil, why was that particular image so powerful? Her panties were soaked, her nipples were hard marbles and it was with great difficulty that she maintained her composure. It was as if she had had an orgasm. Usually it took physical contact to get there, sometime if she and Steve were going to make love it didn't take long. But this was different! He was punishing her as if she were a naughty child! Joy was always in control, always in charge. Even their relationship was an equal partnership. They made decisions together and shared the cost of every purchase. Hell, they even paid their bills together. She never saw Steven out of control, he never raised his voice at her, and the most he ever exhibited was irritation when she was being particularly bitchy. Then she remembered the one time he had let himself lose his temper. She was supposed to have met him at the restaurant. She'd forgotten until an hour before she was to have arrived. Instead of calling him at his part-time job and telling him she would be a little late, she decided to try and make it. Rushing, she parked at the first available spot, which was about two blocks away in a very dark and dangerous neighborhood. Locking the car she hurried up the block toward the restaurant, trying to be there on time she wasn't aware of her surroundings. It happened so fast that she only remembered bits and pieces of it. The mugger jumped out of the shadows and grabbed her around her shoulders with the other hand clamped on her windpipe. She gasped and immediately began to struggle, but to no avail. He was dragging her into a dark alley, and she had no choice but to go. She hadn't felt the knife at her throat until he pressed it hard enough to draw blood, he told her to quiet down, relax, and try to enjoy it. If she hadn't been so frightened she would have laughed, but all she could think about was how stupid to allow this to happen. Uncharacteristically, Steve had forgotten his parking ticket stub and was on his way back to his car. The valet wanted to get it but Steve insisted. The car was parked in the parking lot near the mugger and Joy. As he approached the car he heard the scuffle and looked up. Identifying Joy, he hopped over a six-foot fence to land just outside of the alley where they were headed. Joy found herself propelled against a parked car so hard that she couldn't remain sanding. When she regained her feet she saw Steve confronting the mugger saying, "If she's alright you can walk away, if not, god help you." Joy tried to say something but all that came out was a choked sob. The mugger, brandishing his knife told Steve, "Gimme your wallet and I let you walk away, alive." Joy again tried to speak and could only manage a squeak. Steve said, "Joy, are you okay?" This time she managed a shaky "Okay, I think." The mugger chose this moment to charge Steve and the next thing Joy knew the mugger was on the ground, the knife was in the street and Steve was poised above him not even breathing hard. Then a look came over Steve that could only be described as pure hatred. He proceeded to strike the mugger with his fists, elbows, knees and openhanded slaps. They were coming so fast that Joy couldn't distinguish one blow from another. The mugger's face was a mask of blood and Steve seemed to be hitting him faster and with more power. Joy tried to speak, swallowed, and then spoke in a surprisingly loud, clear voice, "Steve, stop it, you're killing him." It had no effect, so she yelled, "STEVE YOU'RE KILLING HIM!" It was as if Steve was waking from a dream, he shook his head and tried to focus his eyes on Joy. He dropped the mugger and walked over to her and gathered her into his arms. He began examining her body and noted the wound on her neck was scabbing over. When he finally looked at her, she could see he was trembling. His voice was soft and quavering when he next spoke, "Are you sure you're alright? You really scared me." I'm okay. I scared you! What came over you, it was like you were possessed. What happened to you?" Joy was not sure she was with the right person. "I never wanted you to see me like that, I was going to kill him if you weren't there." Steve apologized. All though dinner he apologized, and tried to assure her that it would never happen again. She had wanted him to do just as he said, but, she could never live with herself if Steve had killed him. She knew he was embarrassed that he'd lost control and that it would never happen again, just as he'd promised. Joy stood there remembering, eyes unfocused in front of the furniture display. It was a particularly garish display that wouldn't blend into any d cor that she could envision. So she moved on to the next one and spotted a clock. Was that the time! She looked at her watch to confirm it was four o'clock! They had planned to go to dinner and take in the community theater production of No Balm in Gilead, now it was too late to get anything done on her dissertation. She almost ran out of the store. As she was getting into the car she thought, Steve will be accepting and calm and she would feel guilty for making them rush. As she started the car another tableau unfolded. She was pulling into the driveway, the crunching of gravel beneath the wheels of her car alerting Steve of her arrival. After opening the door and he stands there calmly looking at her, "I didn't want to disturb you while you were working." He says sarcastically. "Did you have fun?" She doesn't dare say a word and instead tries to push past him only to be pinned by his hand on her wrist. Speaking softly he says, "I knew you wouldn't have the discipline to work on your dissertation. How many extensions are you planning to con him into?" Anger at her self is translated to anger at Steve, "Let me go! It has nothing to do with you." At this, Steve releases her and steps back allowing her to pass. However, she doesn't move. Instead, she stands there, head bowed and whispers, "I- I'm sorry Steven, I lost track of the time. I know I told you I'd be working all day and I fully intended to, but I thought I had enough time to pick up a few things and still get some work done." She says this last part in an almost uncharacteristic whine. Steve says nothing, just stands looking at her, disappointed. Then he gently takes her hand and leads he into the living room. She almost faints at the sight of that same chair that the woman had demonstrated in that store. At the entrance to the room Steve waits, looking at her with an unreadable expression. "How, what is that chair doing there? Surely, you don't expect…? You wouldn't…. Steve!" He gently guides her still stunned body to the couch and pulls her across his knees, as he sits. She is so surprised that she doesn't react until she is on his lap. "No Steve, it was a mistake. What are you doing? Oh no Steve, don't… OUCH" As she protested Steve had her dress up and delivered a stinging spank to her panty clad bottom. "Do I have your attention? You have used up your excuses and extensions, at least with me. You have no self-discipline and have broken a promise you made to me. Now, young lady I am going to apply some external discipline and this will happen until you acquire some, internally." At that Steve begins to spank her with increasing intensity. Beginning with spanks that make her bottom bounce and her body squirm to get away. Joy imagines trying to withstand this onslaught silently, but eventually gives voice to the pain as Steve really lays it on. Then, he surprises her when he lowers her panties and she tries to get away. "You're not going anywhere, until I am sure you've gotten an idea just how disappointed I am with you young lady!" And then he applies twenty very hard slaps across her buttocks. Joy is almost in tears and beside herself with excitement. Her mind is not in control of her body. She is at once, in agony and aroused beyond her widest dreams! As Steve begins to spank her in earnest she feels something growing in intensity and it definitely isn't painful. Yet there is still pain, and she is letting him know at the top of her lungs. First in disbelief she yells, "What are you… oh Steve that hurt, this is not funny!" Then indignant shouting, "Who do you think you are? Owww." Then with tears forming in her eyes, "Let go of me. Now!" She was trying to maintain a semblance of dignity and yet she found that she welcomed this spanking, needed this spanking, and wanted it in more ways than one. Joy is snapped back to reality by the honking of a car. She had veered into his lane, so caught in her daydream was she that she hadn't been paying attention to her driving. She found that her body has reacted to the dream as if it were real. She tries to compose herself and thought herself strange. Was she a masochist? Or was it Steve spanking her that made the thought so sensual? While she gathers herself together, she realizes that her panties are uncomfortably wet and sticky, and the odor of arousal is strong. Rather than arrive at home like this she pulls the car to the shoulder of the road and stops. She checks the two-lane road for a break in traffic and for the first time she becomes aware of what she is wearing. An a-line skirt that hugs her hips and flows out from the waist and a peasant blouse that is slightly out of style. Her only concern at the moment was the skirt and how much access she has to her underwear. Without getting out of the car or being in the least bit conspicuous she lifts her skirt and removes her panties. She almost reaches her climax as she brushes the outside of her vagina and is tempted to finish herself off right there. She regains control and when it's safe she steers the car back onto the highway. Concentrating, on her driving so as not to allow the seductive image to return, she drives home. As she pulls into the driveway and hears the gravel crunching, her body responds slightly until she sternly takes control. When Steve opens the door she feels almost faint, but he is smiling at her and the moment passes. As she approaches the door her knees threaten to give out and Steve rushes over to her with a look of concern asks, "Joy, what's wrong?" "Nothing, I just lost my balance. You're almost dressed and I haven't even showered, do I have time?" Steve looks at her closely and senses that she is hiding something, but let's the moment pass without comment. As Joy passes he smacks her bottom, and says, "I thought you were going to work on your thesis, what happened? Tell me as you're getting ready, we have reservations you know." It's almost too much to bear and Joy rushes to the stairs and then turns around, "I'm sorry, Steven, I lost track of the time. I really meant to work on my dissertation." As she turns to go she hears Steve say jokingly, "I'll punish you later, hurry up." Joy can barely make it up to the bedroom without telling Steve everything, He is right behind her when she reaches the bedroom and she is near panic. How will she ever explain her lack of underwear? She opts to undress in the bathroom and takes her bag into the bathroom as soon as Steve turns away. The moment the bathroom door closes she turns the shower on and sits on the commode to gather her tattered senses. She feels as if she had had an affair and is laden with guilt. She has to tell him or she feels she'll lose her mind. Joy decides to unburden herself at dinner. When she emerges from the bathroom she is composed, she almost assumes her usual demeanor when Steve asks, "What's bothering you sugar? Is it something I did or said?" Joy isn't ready to let Steve know what she wants him to do, it's not the first time either one of them had had an unusual desire, but this is going to take some time. Besides, it wasn't the right moment. "I know it's my fault, or will be, so let me apologize now so we can enjoy our evening." Steve says, trying to lighten her mood. Joy rushes over to him, throws her arms around his neck, and buries her face in his chest before saying, "I am sorry, I really meant to work today and I lost…. Oh Steve!" He kisses her and murmurs, "Sweetheart, what's wrong, what is bothering you. I heard you leave and knew you were shopping instead of working on your thesis, do you think I'm angry?" "You should be!" "I should be?" "Yes!" "Why" "You should expect more out of me. You shouldn't be so accepting of my faults. You are always so calmly accepting of everything. How will I ever be the best person I can be, if you keep allowing me get away with everything?" "Where is all of this coming from? Faults? What faults? I love you. If you don't want to finish your Ph.D. you're still the best." "Nevermind." Joy, on the verge of tears of exasperation decides to let it drop. During dinner Steve watches her, aware that there is something seriously troubling her, but decides to patiently allow her to share when she is ready. He watches her trying to work it out and wants to help her, but instead, "Did you see anything you liked for the house?" Joy was deeply involved with her dilemma, trying to divine a way to include him in this decision, that she didn't even hear him speak. She realized that this would change the very nature of their relationship, and she wasn't even sure that the actuality would be as exciting as the fantasy. She was concerned because they were extremely happy with their situation as it existed. Would this revelation alter his perception of her? On the other hand, she knew that, as fulfilling as this relationship was there was something more. She had known since that time when they were wrestling in the bed in their first apartment off campus. It was a Sunday; clouds obscured the sunlight, dark threatening clouds. She had awakened before Steven and went to the window to assess the day's weather. They'd planned to have a pick-nick and go riding, but now it looked like the promised storms were coming with a vengeance. She glanced over at him, peacefully sleeping and couldn't fight the urge to wake him. Joy jumped onto the bed knees first and bounced up and down. Steve, who had been awakened by her the moment she had gotten out of bed, feigned sleep while she continued to bounce, however, once he was clearing the bed by inches he couldn't maintain the pose. He snatched her on the rise clearing the covers away in one smooth motion while slipping his hands around her waist. He held her there off the bed seemingly without effort. This infuriated her for some reason and she grabbed a pillow, raised over her shoulder and hit him hard across the face with it. "You want to fight, do you?" Steve said, ominously. In answer Joy swung again but this time she hit nothing because Steve slipped from under her and magically appeared behind her with the other pillows in hand. As Joy fell to the bed and rolled over to face him he threw them one after the other, right into her face. They were gentle tosses, which seemed to fuel Joy's anger. She sprung from the bed swinging wildly and preventing Steve from doing anything but catch her while ducking and dodging. "Let go of me!" she all but screamed. "Its all your fault." She knew she was being irrational but they'd been trying to make some time for themselves and each time something like this happened. She knew she was being childish, but she couldn't find an outlet for this impotent fury. The vehemence of her outburst surprised Steve and he let go, only to have to fend off another wild attack. He had had enough so as quickly as he could; he reversed her and pinned her across his lap. Joy fought with all her might but he had her pinned with one leg thrown over her legs and her arm behind her back. "Okay, okay calm down. What did I do while I slept?" The mocking tone did nothing but increase her irrational rage, so she didn't reply. Steve smacked across her bottom firmly but, not enough to hurt and said, "Tell me, what have I done this time." Joy stubbornly remained silent and refused to stop struggling. So Steve spanked her again, and said very softly, "I'm gonna spank you until I get an answer." At first they were just firm smacks but they gradually increased in strength and tempo until he got a vocal reaction. "Ah, I see that I'm having some effect. Now will you tell me what this is all about?" "NO! Goddammit let me up! You son of a bitch, I am walking out that door if you don't stop this instant." This gave him pause, but somehow he knew that she was bluffing and instead of stopping he increased his power and varied his tempo. Smack! "I'm not kidding." Smack, smack. "You NEANDERTHAL!" SPANK. "Ouch, Steven that really hurt. Stop it, it's not funny." Smack, smack, smack…SPANK! "You fucking animal, son of a bitch that hurt." Smack, "Its supposed to hurt, and that isn't language that fits your mouth, now answer me." "NEVER" Now Steve was getting irritated with her and he could be as stubborn as she, or even more so. So with a new determination he began spanking her in earnest, varying everything so that she could never predict how hard, when, or where on her bottom the blow would land. The walls echoed the sound of his smacks, first one cheek then the other. Then alternating only every third time, every second, every fifth until Joy didn't know what to expect. Joy's bottom was on fire and she found that acceptance and then desire were slowly replacing her anger! She couldn't quite believe it, yet there it was. She felt Steve hardening under her hips and between spanks she tried to angle her self so that she could rub against it. "What did I do?' "Nothing!" "Nothing? Then why…" "It's not fair," she was sobbing by now so Steve could barely understand her. "You didn't do anything, but it's just not fair. Every time we plan to do something together the weather doesn't cooperate, I have to study, you have to study or SOMETHING!" Steve had stopped spanking her when she began answering him and was now rubbing her bottom gently, almost massaging her aching bottom. This was affecting Joy more now because her bottom was sensitive to the touch, after the long hard spanking. When Steve removed his leg she turned into his lap and curled up there as if she were a chastened child. This motion heightened her arousal and he wasn't far behind her, but he told her, "Joy Sen, if I ever hear language like that coming out of your mouth that spanking will seem like a gentle massage. You are too intelligent and too much of a lady to have to resort to that." "I-I'm so very sorry, I don't know what came over me. I just got so angry at the storm I could have screamed." While she was speaking she kept adjusting herself so as not to put too much pressure on the tender parts of her bottom. Steve was getting a different message and kissed her lightly, then with more urgency. They made love tenderly, then with all the passion of the moment before. Joy was preoccupied throughout the meal and Steve watched her with increasing concern. She had been gone all afternoon and part of the morning, yet she came back with nothing. His faith in her was absolute; she never gave him reason for doubt. Had he forgotten something or taken her for granted? He had been working on a new method of data storage and hadn't been as attentive of late. But that was why he suggested the summer house and taken all of his accumulated vacation time to spend alone with her. The server interrupted both of their musings with an offer of dessert, after declining Joy realized that Steven had been watching her intently for some time. She reached across the table and gave his hand a squeeze, "I love you." she said and smiled at him to quiet is fears. "Sweetheart, I know there something bothering you," Steve tentatively said, "and I want you to know that your happiness is all that matters to me. So take your time and when you feel comfortable, tell me." Joy's eyes glistened and she found herself choked with emotion. Had the roles been reversed she knew she would have been demanding that he unburden himself and she knew she was putting him through exquisite torture. So she told him, "After the play I think I'll be ready." END CHAPTER 1


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Starling Marte's decision to try for home with two outs in the ninth inning paid off, and the majors' new replay system played a pivotal role in a Pittsburgh Pirates win.
After Marte blasted a triple off the wall in right field off Tim Hudson, Hunter Pence gathered the ball and relayed to second baseman Ehire Adrianza, whose throw to third got away from Pablo Sandoval.
Marte took off for home and slid head-first, extending his right arm as the tag was applied by Buster Posey. Home plate umpire Quinn Wolcott called Marte out, but Pirates manager Clint Hurdle challenged the play.
After a review, the umpires determined Marte's right arm touched home plate before the tag.
Marte went 2-for-4 and scored both Pittsburgh runs as the Pirates edged the San Francisco Giants 2-1 on Tuesday to take the middle test of this three- game set.
Charlie Morton allowed just an unearned run on three hits over eight dominant innings for the Pirates, with Tony Watson (3-0) tossing a scoreless top of the ninth to earn the win.
Hudson (4-2) was charged with one earned run on five hits with five strikeouts over 8 2/3 innings.


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How'd Jennifer Morrison get into the headspace of her financially strapped character for "Warrior?" Easy – she just remembered those early struggling years in Hollywood.
"When I finished college and decided that this is really what I wanted to do, that's when I was living paycheck to paycheck," Morrison tells PopcornBiz. In "Warrior," opening this Friday, she plays Joel Edgerton's wife, a woman who reluctantly watches her schoolteacher husband turn to mixed martial arts competition to save the family from foreclosure. "I was in L.A. and you'd get a guest spot and then you don't get one and then you get a guest spot and then maybe you get an indie film and you'd get paid scale. I remember those days where you were at the grocery store and you were adding up exactly what you were buying and you're waiting for Lean Cuisine to go on sale because you want to wait until it's two for $5!"
"I certainly was very blessed that I was never in a situation where I was in debt or really in over my head, but I definitely felt those moments of being stretched. I remember going and picking up the information to sign up at a bartending school, because I was two weeks away from not being able to pay the rent. So, I was going to have to figure it out, but then I booked a guest spot and was, like, 'Thank God,' in the eleventh hour."
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The payoff for keeping faith in her career path finally came in 2004 when Morrison was cast as Dr. Allison Cameron on the Fox medical drama "House," a role she played through 2009. "Once I got 'House' then that was a whole different financial situation that I think was hard to wrap my brain around for a while, because I was still like, 'No, no, no – I need to drive a Ford Focus,'" she laughs.
Since "House," it appears from the outside that , but she does admit to some Monday morning quarterbacking. "I think there's been a lot of strategy involved, but there are some things that I look back at and they frustrate me," she admits. "When I look back now, knowing what I know about the business, when I did 'Urban Legends 2' I was 19 years old and I was still living in Chicago, I beat out some really big actresses for that. It was a totally different time in the film business and I really feel like that job should've turned into two or three films before that movie even came out, but I didn't have the savvy to know what kind of representation I needed at that moment to be able to put me in that position."
Since "House," Morrison's crafted a model career path for an actress, with film roles ("Star Trek," "Big Stan") and steady TV gigs ("How I Met Your Mother") keeping her gainfully employed. And things may be getting even better - in addition to her role in "Warrior," she's poised for a big happily ever after moment as the leading lady of the new ABC series "Once Upon a Time," playing a bounty hunter who discovers, through the child she gave up for adoption, that she may be the offspring of fairy tale icons Snow White and Prince Charming – who are alive and frozen in a mundane small town existence.
She knows the premise from "Lost" scribes Edward Kitsis and Adam Horowitz sounds out there – in a good way. "It's either or going to be huge or nothing – there's no in-between, I think, for this show," she admits. "But no matter what I'm excited to be a part of something that's trying, the fact that everyone is really going for it. Literally, I cannot explain what it's like to get a new script on our set.The whole cast is such fans of the writing that we can only hope that the audience feels the way about the shows the way that we feel about the scripts. It just all works. This crazy idea really works. I'm excited to see the episodes. It's been so much fun. As an actor I just couldn't have asked for more."
And, we presume, the paycheck will more than cover her Lean Cuisines.
"Warrior" opens everywhere this Friday. "Once Upon A Time" debuts on ABC October 23rd


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In my favorite of Hardinge's novels, Gullstruck Island, the restrictive society of the titular island is shaped by nature and history, most obviously by the island's overactive volcanoes and the different attitudes that its native and colonizing inhabitants have towards them. Her latest novel, A Face Like Glass, takes the opposite approach—its setting, the underground city of Caverna, is manufactured and rooted in artifice, in the various mechanisms that Caverna's citizens have devised in order to make a sealed underground cave system livable for hundreds of years, and the customs that ensure their continued survival in such an unnatural environment. I confess that I prefer the former approach. The emphasis on natural environment and on the pressures that nature brings to bear on human settlements in Gullstruck Island imposed a degree of realism on the way that Hardinge imagined and built the island's society that to my mind only enriched the novel, whereas a sealed, artificial environment gives her the freedom to create outlandish customs and policies simply because that's the way they do it here—as she did in her previous novel, Twilight Robbery, whose heroine visits a city in which people are categorized as good or evil according to which hour of the day they were born in. Happily, A Face Like Glass seems cognizant of this pitfall, and instead of using Caverna's artifice as a crutch it plays it up and makes it the focus of the novel. Caverna's society not only survives through artifice, but has made it the foundation of its culture, a highly stratified society whose upper echelons, the great families who curry for favor and advantage in the court of the Grand Steward, are locked in a subtle dance of manners, etiquette, and subtle insults (behind these fixed smiles and feigned politeness, of course, vicious rumor mills and assassination plots run rampant). But the most profound and dominant expression of Caverna's artificiality are its Faces.
In the overground world, babies that stared up at their mother's faces gradually started to work out that the two bright stars they could see above them were eyes like their own, and that the broad curve was a mouth like theirs. Without even thinking about it, they would curve their mouths the same way, mirroring their mothers' smiles in miniature. When they were frightened or unhappy, they would know at once how to screw up their faces and bawl. Caverna babies never did this, and nobody knew why. They looked solemnly at the face above them, and saw eyes, nose, mouth, but they did not copy its expressions. There was nothing wrong with their features, but somehow one of the tiny silver links in the chain of their souls was missing. They had to be forced to learn expressions one at a time, slowly and painfully, otherwise they remained blank as eggs.These learned expressions, numbered and named--"Face 41, the Badger in Hibernation"; "No. 29 - Uncomprehending Fawn Before Hound"--are a brilliant way of literalizing the fundamental falseness that lies at the core of the kind of royal court that runs Caverna. Caverna's aristocrats wear masks made of their own flesh, schooling their expressions to suit the prevailing mood, the political climate, the day's fashion, or simply their personal goals. But Hardinge doesn't leave it at that. She works out the implications of a society in which facial expression is artificial in several fascinating ways, from the personal—a character who muses of her lover that "Every one of [his] small, dark smiles she had carefully designed for him at one time or another, to suit his face and his character. And now these smiles had more power over her than anything else in the world."; another who is told that "There is a feeling deep down inside you ... You don't really know what it is, or how to describe it. You do not have the Face for it. And so you scan all the Face catalogues, and ask for Faces every birthday because perhaps, just perhaps, if you had the right Face, you might understand what you are feeling"—to the political. In Caverna, Faces are a hallmark of privilege. The rich and aristocratic can afford the fine schooling in which they are taught a wide variety of Faces, and will even hire Facesmiths to create custom expressions for them, but the poor are raised in crèches where they are taught a minimal range of expression which reflects their place in society—"Erstwhile did not have any angry or annoyed expressions. Worker and drudge-class families were never taught such Faces, for it was assumed they did not need them." The limit to their expressiveness also serves as a way of keeping the poor in their place, as a character muses when she observes the crushing, oppressive conditions they live in.
How could the drudges rise up against bullies like the foreman? Rebels needed to look at each other and see their own anger reflected, and know that their feeling was part of a greater tide. But any drudge who glanced at his fellows would see only calm, tame Faces waiting for orders.The speaker here is our heroine, Neverfell, a classic outsider-insider figure who crashes into Caverna's conventions and mores and leaves them in shambles. Found wandering the caves of the cheesemaker hermit Grandible (one of Caverna's unique qualities, and the source of its wealth, is that among its inhabitants are craftsmen who know how to make True delicacies—"wines that rewrote the subtle book of memory, cheeses that brought visions, spices that sharpened the senses, perfumes that ensnared the mind and balms that slowed ageing to a crawl"; Hardinge therefore has a lot of fun going into the details of Grandible's arcane and often quite dangerous cheesemaking—his cheeses explode, or give off noxious gasses, when improperly treated—and the hallucinatory, mindblowing effects of his wares), a former courtier whose rejection of corrupting society is signaled by his having only one permanent expression, Neverfell is raised in isolation until the age of thirteen. When a runaway rabbit shows her a passageway out of Grandible's tunnels (a reference that Hardinge doesn't belabor but which is nevertheless obviously on her mind), the curious, impulsive, emotionally volatile Neverfell takes the opportunity to explore a world that she has been desperately aching to see, and immediately finds herself becoming a pawn in Caverna's political games. As Grandible has concealed from Neverfell, but as we could easily have guessed (even without reading the book's back cover) , Neverfell has the titular face like glass, on which her uncontrollable emotions are immediately apparent. This makes her the object of curiosity and attention. Facesmiths want to study her; the secret police believe that she is a spy from the outside; Caverna's five hundred year old Grand Steward, whose pleasures have desiccated after such a long life, wants to live vicariously through her naked emotional responses; and powerful courtier Maxim Childersin wants her for some unspecified purpose whose darkness the naïve Neverfell, won over by Childersin's kindness, won't consider.
Hardinge has threaded the needle of Neverfell's mingled innocence and knowingness, making her both an outsider to Caverna (quite literally, as her expressive face attests) and someone who is of Caverna, a little too precisely to be entirely believable. Raised in isolation, Neverfell knows virtually nothing about Caverna's running--the better for the characters she meets to explain it to her, and us--but her emotional investment in Caverna's values, and especially its class system--her awe at the Grand Steward and his court, or her thoughtless acceptance of the conditions of the drudges--seem more fitting for a character who has grown up steeped in its society, not locked outside of it, and their purpose is clearly to intensify Neverfell's anger and disillusionment when she gains a fuller understanding of how Caverna works. For a novel that works hard to tell a story about artifice without calling attention to its own artificiality, this is a rare misstep, but it is lessened by the more interesting, and more prominent, aspect of Neverfell's personality, the fact that she is emotionally damaged. It's common for YA protagonists to be unrealistically immune to trauma--consider Harry Potter's mostly sunny personality after years of abuse--but Hardinge quite refreshingly avoids this trope. A lifetime of living underground and in near-isolation has taken its toll on Neverfell, and in ways that we might consider offputting and unattractive--she's prone to sleepwalking, to the malaise that Cavernans call being "out of clock," when their natural cycle and Caverna's artificial one fall out of sync, and to panic attacks from which she recovers "shuddering and sick, devastation around her and her fingernails broken from clawing at the rock walls and ceilings." And, even when judged against normal standards rather than Cavernan ones, her lack of emotional control, her tendency to say and do exactly what she's thinking as she thinks it, are jarring.
A Face Like Glass is a novel about Neverfell's emotional healing, but gratifyingly, that healing doesn't take the form of her becoming more normal or conventional. Several characters try to teach Neverfell emotional control--by which they mean, try to teach her to restrain her impulses and not to show her every emotion on her face. What they mean by this is that Neverfell should feel less--when her friends are concerned that the Grand Steward will see Neverfell's rage over the state of the drudges in her face, they take her to a Facesmith, who tries to reason those feelings away by reassuring her that drudges prefer hard work to luxuries and are incapable of feeling true pain and sadness--but Neverfell, and Hardinge, repeatedly stress the legitimacy of her anger and sadness. The control Neverfell needs to learn isn't of her feelings, but of her environment--how to best express her rage in a way that is productive and helps to alleviate that rage's cause. That control is achieved, in large part, by Neverfell learning to understand herself--to uncover the trauma of her past and the effects that that trauma has had on her--but that understanding doesn't equal complete healing. At the end of the novel, Neverfell still bears the scars of her experiences, but she's learned to live with them, and taken control of her life.
If I'm slightly less enamored of A Face Like Glass than I was of Gullstruck Island, it's because I value Hardinge's worldbuilding skills so highly, and the deliberately constructed world of Caverna--constructed both within the story and without it, as an illustrations of Hardinge's arguments about class--shows them off less impressively than Gullstruck. But Hardinge is more than just a worldbuilder, and in Neverfell and her journey she shows off her tendency towards nuance and complexity as well as in any of her worlds. That same nuance may be what's keeping Hardinge from becoming a superstar--her novels lack an obvious hook and don't lend themselves to a simple selling pitch--but hopefully the work of her ardent fans will help to spread her name, and make her a slightly less well-kept secret.


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i was changed the 2.6.15-generic kernel to 2.6.16-low-latency version, with dselect. but when i rebooted, the system cant stand up. the loading process is start alwasy, but few seconds later freese and other some seconds later i got a promt named "initramfs" (it looks busybox). if i try boot with the old kernel i got some situation.how can be repared? i tryed the dvd recovery option but cant help.


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The Easy GSM Kit 2 for PIC offers a complete solution for creating GSM/GPRS devices using PIC microcontrollers programmed in Pascal.
The bundle consists of the following items at a discount:
EasyPIC v7 is all about connectivity. It has four different connectors for each port, so you have four different ways to add accessory boards, sensors and your custom electronics. The board supports both 3.3V and 5V microcontrollers, and has an on-board PIC In-Circuit Debugger as well as an ICD socket in case you want to use an external debugger.
Every component of the board is identified with a silkscreen on both the top and bottom of the board. These marks describe connections to the microcontroller, operation modes, and additional information.
This board includes a PIC18F45K22 microcontroller in a 40-pin socket, but it features sockets for most other DIL-packaged PIC MCUs. This includes two 8-pin sockets, a 14-pin socket, two 18-pin sockets, a 20-pin socket, a 28-pin socket, and a 40-pin socket. Never plug in more than one chip at a time! The two 8-, and 18-pin sockets are there to support the different pinouts Microchip uses in those packages. Be sure to plug your chip into the correct socket, and check the user manual for VCAP and Oscillator jumper settings required for certain MCUs.
There are more than 160 accessory boards you can find among the mikroElektronika Accessory Boards category and its subcategories that contain add-ons that plug into the IDC10 and mikroBUS interface on the EasyPIC board.
Each compiler license includes free upgrades and tech support for the lifetime of the product. The software features a Live Update service so you can get new features and improvements instantly.
The compiler is designed to be smart and efficient, so you can rely on it to do the hard work. It features four levels of optimizations that can reduce your code size up to 20 percent.
Please review the mikroPascal Order Page for a detailed list of features, documentation, and a downloadable demo version.


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10 Coolest Small Towns, Mo.
A little bit hip and a little bit homey, these up-and-coming towns guarantee a fun detour on your next road trip. You'll be browsing the local real estate pages before you know it.
Parkville, Mo.
Population: 4,059
Nearest City: Kansas City, Mo., 10 miles
As Jennifer Stanton is telling how she ditched her corporate job in 2003 to open Wines by Jennifer in a circa-1903 house, the Park University clock tower chimes: "That's my mantra to remind me to slow down and enjoy life," she says (405 Main St., 816/505-9463, winesbyjennifer.com). On Wednesday's Diva Night at Jeff and Lynn Anderson's River Rock Reserve, ladies enjoy fun stuff like free neck massages with their River Bottom cocktails; by day, the space reverts to a café (6325 Lewis St., 816/505-3663, riverrockcoffee.com). "We're just 10 minutes from downtown Kansas City," says Jeff, "but I feel like any minute someone's going to ask me to help with a barn raising." Didier Combe, the proprietor of Café des Amis, thinks Parkville is like a village in his native France: "After the last dinner is served, we often sit on the deck with friends and guests" (112½ Main St., 816/587-6767, cafedesamiskc.com, rack of lamb $26). Over at The Power Plant Restaurant and Brewery, Angelo Gangai gives his beers historical monikers like Southbound Nut Brown, named after the trains that roll past (2 Main St., 816/746-5051, powerplantbrews.com). One caramely ale, Steamboat Stout, makes a dandy float when poured over vanilla gelato from The Sweet Guy (10 Main St., 816/505-2788, thesweetguy.com). At Bentley Guitar Studios, Mark Bentley has been teaching folks--and now their kids--guitar for nearly a decade (122 S. Main St., 816/746-9772, bentleyguitars.com). The Saturday jam sessions here have become so popular, they've taken over the sidewalk.


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Redwood City, California – great neighborhoods, plenty of recreation and entertainment, a strong business climate, a diverse population, and city services provided with the highest standards.
As public servants, we are guided by our organizational values – and primary among those is "providing relentless customer service."
Our residents are our key customers. We strive to provide our customers with City services – from street sweeping to building permits, from fire protection to parks – with only the highest standard of excellence. This is part of what makes a great community. We work to be responsive, proactive, and effective, each and every day. We welcome comments and input from the public on how we're doing, and appreciate suggestions for how we might better serve the community.
This page contains links that our residents will find most useful. Be sure to look under "Departments" for links to each of our City functions.
Welcome to the community of Redwood City, California!


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1. To subdue, suppress, or overpower one who is making trouble. The former Navy officer settled the would-be assailant's hash in a matter of seconds, disarming him and pinning him to the ground in just two quick moves.
2. To take the force, energy, or spirit out of one's argument or position. Her comment about the achievements of various women of color really settled that internet troll's hash. The professor's retort seemed to settle Dan's hash.
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Sl. to calm someone down, perhaps by threats or by violence. If he comes in here, I'll settle his hash. Now, that ought to settle your hash.
settle someone's hash
Subdue or get rid of someone, deal with a troublemaker, as in If John starts another argument we know just how to settle his hash. This term, dating from about 1800, uses hash in the sense of "a mess."
settle someone's hashdeal with and subdue a person very forcefully. informal
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tv. to calm someone down, perhaps by threats or by violence. If he comes in here, I'll settle his hash.
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NYU-Poly - 3, Farmingdale State - 0 (25-14, 25-18, 25-19)
Brooklyn, N.Y. - The Farmingdale State women's volleyball team suffered their first Skyline Conference loss of the season as they fell, 3-0, last night at NYU-Poly. The Rams now stand at 8-6, 3-1 in the Skyline, while the Blue Jays improved to 6-19, 3-3 in conference play.
Farmingdale State was led by senior outside Holly Sahner (Dix Hills, N.Y.) who had 11 kills and 14 digs. Sophomore outside Sarah Palladino (Lindenhurst, N.Y.) tallied eight kills, while freshman outside Angela Kranz (Bohemia, N.Y.) had a team-leading 16 digs. Freshman setter Megan Pisciotta (Lindenhurst, N.Y.) picked up 17 assists for the Rams.
Senior middle Corey Loupee (Crown Point, Ind.) recorded team-high's for NYU-Poly with 12 kills and 14 digs.
Farmingdale State next will play in the Rutgers-Camden Tri-Match on Saturday, October 13th. The Rams will face Rutgers-Camden at 11:00 a.m. and Lehman at 1:00 p.m.


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Cueball has somehow messed up his path so that 'ls' now points to ls.jar, which executes the command on an external device (presumably an Android device).
Cueball has somehow messed up his path so that 'ls' now points to ls.jar, which executes the command on an external device (presumably an Android device).
Revision as of 20:39, 7 December 2012
It reminded me of the Flashback Virus that happened on Macs --Toddr (talk) 21:41, 9 August 2012 (UTC)
WooWoo Science from La-La Land
I love this paragraph: "Proponents of the singularity typically state that an "intelligence explosion",where superintelligences design successive generations of increasingly powerful minds, might occur very quickly and might not stop until the agent's cognitive abilities greatly surpass that of any human."
"OK team, you can stop now, we are much more intelligent than they are" "Don't we need to keep learning" "Nah!"
- Whence comes the quote (and the follow-up commentary)? Attribution requested. Posted by an IP-address contributor; if you'd like to see this retained, please follow up with sources, explanation, and signature... otherwise, I think the content is just tangential enough to be removed. -- IronyChef (talk) 14:42, 16 August 2012 (UTC)
- I believe the assumption is that they will hit some sort of fundamental physical limit on intelligence (At the extreme long-term end, perhaps latency due to the finite speed of light) and stop, rather than simply grow tired of advancing and focus attention elsewhere. Thirgfloorgreg (talk) 23:02, 17 August 2012 (UTC)
I think there are two ways of interpreting it. The most likely is that Megan's "What did you do!?" is a cry of frustration and amazement that Cueball has managed to *so* break the server. First, how on earth did Cueball's $PATH get changed *at all* so that executing "ls" in the shell ran anything but the usual /bin/ls? Second, how did it end up pointing to that ls.jar? And third, what the heck did Cueball do to end up with that ls.jar being installed there anyway!? Then her "You should shut down..." comment should be interpreted as being preceded with the phrase "You are so clearly not qualified to use a computer that ...". On the other hand, she may be expressing awe and amazement at his ability to interact with his system in such a bizarre way. And then her "You should shut down ..." comment should be preceded with the phrase, "You are clearly so at one with computing machinery that ..." TK 2012-08-17
- alias ls='sudo java usr/share/Adobe/doc/example/android_vm/root/sbin/ls.jar' Davidy22 (talk) 23:35, 16 September 2012 (UTC)
or you could edit $PATH and do a soft link from the first member of PATH/ls to /usr/share/Adobe/doc/example/android_vm/root/sbin/ls.jar, anyway if i was Megan i wouldn't give up just yet, i still have /bin/ls and dir in my disposal... (and always check the environment variables... never assume the user's environment is clean.. it's just most likely that $PATH got screwed up (happened a bit too often for my liking in my previous company.. some people just love to use the command "set PATH=/myprog" instead of set PATH=${PATH}:/myprog ) and all you had to do is to reset the variable and we are done :) (but ya.. Megan's reaction is also my reaction.. it's fun to see people helpless and think that they have royally screwed up their system when you swoop in like a super hero to miraculously repair their system) 126.96.36.199 09:59, 4 December 2012 (UTC)
Considering Cueball's response, which suggests he is completely unaware of the unlikeliness of the error message, we can assume that the latter is not the case. Cueball totally fails to miss the point by suggesting a simple solution while not realizing how messed up his system would need to be to not even be able to operate the ls command. --184.108.40.206 02:45, 20 September 2012 (UTC)
Cueball has somehow messed up his path so that 'ls' now points to ls.jar, which executes the command on an external device (presumably an Android device).
Cueball's last line is a reference to an error message from the 8-bit era that went something like "Device not ready" which led some people to interpret it (literally) that they should try again later, when it really meant "the drive can't read the floppy disc that's in it". 126.96.36.199 20:39, 7 December 2012 (UTC)


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Mustang MonthlyHow To Interior Electrical
1965-1966 Ford Mustang Dash Replacement - How To Replace A Dashpad
Installing a new dashpad makes a big appearance improvement in '65-'66 Mustangs
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The dashpad in a vintage Mustang is a rather high-profile interior component that's often one of the first pieces requiring replacement. Constant exposure to the hot sun is the main reason, and the result is usually cracks and/or surface warp.
The latter happened to the pad in Debbie Starr's '66 convertible, likely due to the fact that the car was her only means of getting to and from her job as an elementary school teacher for more than five years. Driving the car daily meant it sat in the school parking lot every day under the hot sun. In fact, on hot days, you could easily fry an egg inside, especially since this car has a black interior.
Now that Debbie has another vehicle to drive, her Mustang has become more of a hobbyhorse of sorts. Now she can concentrate on a few restoration upgrades and other general improvements knowing the car will lead an easier life.
We decided to begin with a new dashpad. It turns out Mustang Country International was also able to spend some time on a few other things while installing the new pad. This included a new pair of defroster ducts as well as pointing out the variations between '65 and '66 pads. Check out the end of the installation instructions to learn more about the differences between the two years.


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DENVER (AP) — Standing firm on new firearm restrictions, Colorado Democrats were advancing aggressive gun-control proposals Friday in a state balancing a history of heartbreaking shootings with a Western heritage where gun ownership is treasured by many.
Democrats shepherded through expanded background checks on private gun purchases and a new ban on gun ownership by people facing domestic-violence accusations. The measures passed after hours of debate as Republicans tried in vain to argue the gun proposals change Colorado's character and violate the Western ideal of self-reliance.
"What do we hate today? Freedom? Liberty?" said Republican Sen. Ted Harvey of Highlands Ranch. "The right of self-protection?"
The Colorado debate is being watched nationally as a bellwether of how far politically moderate states are willing to go with new gun laws in the wake of mass shootings in a suburban Denver movie theater and a Connecticut elementary school. It's also playing out in a state where one of the nation's most high-profile school massacres — the 1999 Columbine shooting — took place.
Already the White House has weighed in, with Vice President Joe Biden phoning four lawmakers while on a recent ski vacation here to nudge the Democrats during their first major gun debate last month.
Lawmakers pushing for the stricter measures face powerful opposition from gun-rights advocates. They flooded the state Capitol by the thousands earlier this week, waving "Don't Tread On Me" flags and blaring car horns as they circled the block while bills were being considered in committees. Some Democrats have reported getting threats.
The stakes got higher with Friday's marathon Senate debate, which included seven Democratic gun-control measures. The debate was expected to last late into the night, even as an approaching snowstorm had out-of-town senators scrambling to arrange hotel rooms.
Democrats have argued the country's mass shootings painfully illustrate the need for tighter gun controls. They insist the measures don't compromise Colorado's gun-loving heritage.
"I'm a gun owner, and I have been since I was 12 years old," said Democratic Sen. Mike Johnston of Denver. "What is before us is not a constitutional question but a policy question."
Democrats hold a 20-15 advantage in Senate, meaning they have a narrow margin to pass the bills. But parts of their package were in question Friday.
One of the measures — to end Colorado's unusual practice of allowing concealed weapons on public college campuses — was in doubt, as was a set of liability standards for sellers and owners of assault weapons used in crimes.
Lobbying has been intense on Colorado's gun bills, and the pressure grew Friday. A suburban gun accessory maker that has threatened to leave the state if the magazine limit passes sent company executives to lobby wavering Democrats on that measure.
Some Democrats have reported getting threatening emails and phone calls. As senators debated, a man accused of threatening one of the Democrats appeared in court to answer criminal charges. In an appearance just down the street from the Capitol, Franklin Sain's lawyer told a judge Friday that Sain's emails and calls to state Rep. Rhonda Fields were constitutionally protected political speech.
Back in the Senate, lawmakers slogged through the seven firearms bills while deeper philosophical barbs about gun rights peppered the debate.
"This is a day of dysfunctionalism," griped Republican Sen. Steve King of Grand Junction.
Democrats frequently cited the Connecticut school shooting and the Aurora theater shooting as they argued the limits are needed.
Arguing for the magazine ammunition limits, Democratic Sen. Mary Hodge said the change to Colorado's heritage and the potential inconveniences on gun owners paled in comparison to the pain of gun violence.
"This bill is merely an attempt to reduce the slaughter," Hodge said.
Democratic Gov. John Hickenlooper has said he would sign into law a magazine limit and a background-check expansion, but he hasn't made up his mind on the rest of the measures.
Talking to a group of high-school journalists Thursday, Hickenlooper said he's keeping his options open.
"I'm not in any way an anti-gun person," the governor said.
By Ivan Moreno, and Kristen Wyatt, AP Writers (© Copyright 2013 The Associated Press. All Rights Reserved. This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten or redistributed.)


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You wouldn't know it from "Around the Horn," but sometimes in sports, an issue is too complicated and full of too much subtlety to get much of a handle on. You understand both sides, recognize every viewpoint and struggle to come up with a solution that's fair to everyone. (Weird, for sports, we know.)
We absolutely cannot get a handle on this Eddy Curry situation. To recap, the Chicago Bulls want their portly but potentially dominant center to take a DNA test to check for congenital heart problems before they let him play this year; Curry says that it's an invasion of privacy and that allowing teams to test players' DNA for potential problems opens up a whole big nasty bag of worms.
The Chicago Daily Southtown points out that the Bulls need to make sure Curry isn't going to arrest right on the court, and that makes sense. But the Sports Law Blog points out that not only does the NBA Collective Bargaining Agreement not allow for such testing, many doctors consider it unethical. That makes sense too. And when you throw a contract dispute on top of it, the whole thing is just maddening. And kind of sad.
We have no side on this, because sometimes both sides are right, and both sides are wrong.
DNA Contractual Showdown Looming? [Sports Law Blog]
Let The Lawyers Have It [Blog-a-Bull]
Curry Can't Afford To Be Wrong On This [Daily Southtown]


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Looking back at my last post, Day 481: Black Sabbath, I realized that there were so. very. many. "outs" that God gave me to not have to take that downward plunge.
My husband saying "Get a pizza for you."
Not previously having had any wine in the house.
The moment at the store where I thought "I could get something else entirely."
When my husband hung out in the living room longer so I had to wait to sneak out the cookie dough.
God is faithful. He will not allow the temptation to be more than you can stand. When you are tempted, he will show you a way out so that you can endure. 1 Corinthians 10:13
He was all over it… on my behalf. And, honestly, I saw the signs then too. I knew that He was giving me a way out, but I was so determined to do wrong at that point that I just ignored all the lifelines He was throwing at me.
But Monday was another day entirely… a new day… with new mercies. And then this morning I was going back through my bookmarks and came across this one:
God is working in you, giving you the desire and the power to do what pleases Him. Philippians 2:13
It's so cool when the Word of God expresses just what you need to know, just what you need to hear, just what I needed to be reminded of.
And ya know… this post is pretty short and sweet, but honestly, there isn't a whole lot more to say about it! That last verse is what I'm gonna focus on today.


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There is a growing sentiment that the nontraditional lamb market is siphoning off an increasing portion of the commercial slaughter-lamb market away from traditional retail and foodservice sectors. The nontraditional market may thus slow the ability of the commercial lamb market to increase supplies and production in a time of sheep inventory contractions. Yet the volume of sheep marketed to the nontraditional market is largely unknown.
This research was motivated, in part, by the discovery that there is a large statistical difference between the U.S. Department of Agriculture (USDA)-published lamb crop (plus losses) and USDA federally-inspected slaughter numbers. Between 2004 and 2008, this difference was estimated at nearly 1.2 million head per year, 48 percent of FI slaughter or 2.5 million head per year. While FI slaughter has declined, the nontraditional market held steady.


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Making Networks Work
- UNICEF and ECHO bring clean water to Sudan's villa
- (Media / UNICEF and ECHO bring clean water to Sudan's villa)
- Cholera plagues Afghanistan
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- Recharge well - Rainwater harvesting for aquifer
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Water Resource Management is a multi-faceted, multi-disciplinary undertaking. It has to do with a large variety of actors and dynamic, ever-changing contexts.
This is also reflected in the width and variety of capacity building requirements for water management. Organisations that deliver capacity should be structured in a way that matches up to these requirements. What could such a structure look like? Experiences with Cap-Net suggest that building 'Networks of Networks' could be the way to go.
This video examines what goes into the network approach to water sector capacity building, and why it is relevant to the present and the future.
More info: http://www.cap-net.org/
Produced by: TheWaterChannel
Year: 2013
Language: English
Region: Global
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After more than a year of intense planning and development, University of the Pacific, Arthur A. Dugoni School of Dentistry launched a new clinic information system called AxiUm. The new system integrates multiple functions and processes across a wide range of departments within the dental clinics, as well as the dental school as a whole.
The new system is part of a school initiative called the Future of the Clinic Information System (FOCIS) and was implemented by a dedicated team of faculty, staff and students. AxiUm is expected to improve and transform many aspects of how the dental school functions.
Some of the features include:
For more information or assistance, please contact Information Technology.


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True Friendship
Although Jesus is far more than a friend to us, we are blessed indeed to be counted as friends of His (John 15:13–15). Because His love is not finally grounded in what we are but who He is, we can ...Read More
Pleasure and Poverty
Our culture encourages us to pursue pleasure at all costs, to look for what will please us in the present and not to think about the price we might pay in the future if we do not delay gratification. However, ...Read More
Praising the Lord's Faithful Love
Our obedience to the Lord does indeed provide a profound witness to the truth of God, but that we can never serve Him perfectly points to a need for a greater testimony to His faithfulness. This witness can only be ...Read More
Standing Firm Against Adultery
Matthew Henry comments, "Let him that is married take delight in his wife, and let him be very fond of her, not only because she is the wife that he himself has chosen and he ought to be pleased with ...Read More
A Heart Inclined to God's Law
Scripture is clear that God created man "very good," willing and able to love and serve Him (Gen. 1:31a). Scripture is also clear that since the fall, humanity does not exist in this very good state. Instead, our created goodness ...Read More
Welcoming Others for God's Glory
Jesus tells us that the greatest apologetic, or defense, for the Christian faith is love: "By this all people will know that you are my disciples, if you have love for one another" (John 13:35). He does not commend an ...Read More
Fulfilling the Law
Augustine of Hippo writes, "The rule of love is that one should wish his friend to have all the good things he wants to have himself and should not wish the evils to befall his friend which he wishes to ...Read More
The Sum of God's Commandments
As disciples of Christ, we must define love by what the Lord has revealed and not by what happens to feel right to us at the moment. Our hearts can deceive us, but God's Word teaches us only the truth. ...Read More
Harmonious Living
The world does not always understand what is good, and sometimes it even calls good evil and evil good. Still, unbelievers often recognize what is right and true, and they definitely know when we do not practice what we preach. ...Read More
Hope and Hospitality
Because there were not many inns in the ancient world, hospitality was particularly necessary. That need continues today, even in countries where hotels and other lodging options are abundant. We should seek to show hospitality whenever we can, whether by ...Read More