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Window Maker
Window Maker is a window manager (WM) for the X Window System. It is designed to emulate the NeXT user interface as an OpenStep-compatible environment, and is characterized by low memory demands and high flexibility. As one of the lighter WMs, it is well suited for machines with modest performance specifications.
The latest official release can be found in the
windowmaker package. Since the official release is quite old, another package with many bug fixes and small updates has been made, called
windowmaker-crm-git. [1]
To install Window Maker:
pacman -S windowmaker-crm-git
Once installed create or edit the file Template:Filename as follows:
exec ck-launch-session wmaker
Before starting Window Maker, take some time to setup GNUstep and the default Window Maker settings. Create a directory for your Window Maker settings. Traditionally, it is in Template:Filename.
makedir ~/GNUstep
Set the
GNUSTEP_USER_ROOT variable to your GNUstep settings directory. You can set this variable in a file such as Template:Filename.
export GNUSTEP_USER_ROOT="~/GNUstep"
Run the Window Maker settings installation program to setup the default settings.
To start Window Maker:
All of the settings for Window Maker can be found in the
GNUSTEP_USER_ROOT directory, under Template:Filename and Template:Filename. They are saved as simple text files. You can use the
Preferences Utility (Template:Filename) GUI application to change the settings, or edit them by hand.
- Template:Filename - The current Window Maker settings.
- Template:Filename
- Template:Filename - The desktop main menu. It uses a simple text format that can be edited by hand. For more details, see the menu editing section in the Preferences Utility application.
- Template:Filename - Used to restore a Window Maker session.
- Template:Filename - Individual application and window settings, such as application icon settings and title bar settings. You can also edit this by right clicking on any application or window icon and selecting "Attributes".
- Template:Filename - Settings for the Preferences Utility.
- Template:Filename
- Template:Filename - One of the default locations Window Maker looks for application icons. You can personally save your favorite icons here and use them by changing application or window attributes.
- Template:Filename - Add applications that you want to automatically start when Window Maker starts. Be sure to run them in the background by using "&".
- Template:Filename - Same as autostart, but used when exiting.
- Template:Filename - One of the default locations where Window Maker looks for desktop wallpapers.
- Template:Filename - One of the default locations where Window Maker looks for styles.
Styles are simple text files that change the appearance of Window Maker. They are very similar in appearance to the Template:Filename file. Whatever settings are in the style file will be applied to the Template:Filename file. Here is an example style that gives Window Maker a yellow and gray Haiku like look:
{ FTitleColor = "#000000"; MenuDisabledColor = "#636363"; IconTitleBack = white; FTitleBack = (vgradient, "#fce99c", "#f9d22a"); ClipTitleFont = "Arial:slant=0:weight=200:width=100:pixelsize=10"; IconTitleFont = "Arial:slant=0:weight=80:width=100:pixelsize=9"; MenuTextBack = (vgradient, "#e8e8e8", "#dadada"); LargeDisplayFont = "Arial:slant=0:weight=80:width=100:pixelsize=24"; IconTitleColor = "#000000"; MenuTextColor = "#000000"; IconBack = (vgradient, "#e8e8e8", "#dadada"); MenuTitleColor = "#000000"; MenuTitleFont = "Arial:slant=0:weight=200:width=100:pixelsize=12"; MenuTextFont = "Arial:slant=0:weight=80:width=100:pixelsize=12"; WorkspaceBack = (solid, "#243e6c"); HighlightTextColor = "#000000"; MenuTitleBack = (dgradient, "#fce99c", "#f9d22a"); HighlightColor = "#a0a0a0"; WindowTitleFont = "Arial:slant=0:weight=200:width=100:pixelsize=12"; CClipTitleColor = gray30; MenuStyle = flat; ResizebarBack = (vgradient, "#d9d9d9", "#d9d9d9"); PTitleBack = (solid, "#ededed"); UTitleColor = "#636363"; UTitleBack = (solid, "#ededed"); PTitleColor = "#636363"; }
Styles can also be edited by using the Preferences Utility application.
The user interface of Mac OS X evolved from the style of user interface that Window Maker uses. There is a "dock" that contains applications icons that are "pinned" to the dock by the user. Also, the dock can hold special small applications called "dockapps", which run only inside the dock. By default, all applications run in Window Maker will have an application icon, which you can use to run a new instance of the application, hide and unhide all windows of the application, or kill the application. The application icon does not represent a window. Instead, if you minimize a window, a small icon representing the window will appear on the desktop.
After starting any application, (for example, from the command line) the application icon will appear on the desktop. You can pin it to the dock by clicking and dragging the icon into the dock area. To remove the application icon from the dock, click and drag the icon away from the dock area. You change settings, such as making an application automatically start when Window Maker starts, by right clicking on the application icon in the dock.
The default action to activate application icons and window icons is to double click them. In
windowmake-crm-git, you can change a setting to allow you to activate them with a single click.
The "clip" is a button that has the image of a paperclip on it. You can change the name of the current workspace by right clicking on the clip. You can change workspaces by clicking the arrows that are on the clip.
The clip also has similar functionality to the dock. Application icons that are added to the dock are visible on all workspaces, while application icons that are attached to the clip are only seen on the workspace where they are attached. This allows you to conveniently associate specific application icons with specific workspaces.
Double click the clip to hide and unhide the application icons that are attached to it.
Dockapps are small applications that run in the dock. They can be usefull for showing system information. Some useful dockapps that are in the AUR include:
wmclockmon- Show time and date.
wmcpuload- Show CPU status and usage.
wmnetload- Show network status. Usage:
wmnetload -i eth0
wmdiskmon- Show disk usage. Usage:
wmdiskmon -p /dev/sda1 -p /dev/sda2
Applications don't always start
Sometimes an application, such as Firefox or Thunderbird, will start, and other times it will fail and no window will appear. If you are using the regular
windowmaker, try using the
windowmaker-crm-git package instead.
Can't disable smooth fonts
Delete (but keep a backup) the Template:Filename directory and Template:Filename file, then restart Window Maker.


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JOHNSON CITY, Tenn. (Feb. 5, 2009) - After being shocked by UNF last Saturday in Jacksonville, the ETSU women's basketball team bounced back in a big way, flattening Stetson 92-63 Thursday night inside Memorial Center.
Once again the one-two punch of TaRonda Wiles (
With the win, ETSU extended its home conference winning streak to 13 games and improved to 13-8, 11-2. More importantly, the Lady Bucs held their half-game lead in the Atlantic Sun Conference standings and now gear up for a first-place showdown on Saturday afternoon against
"Getting off to a fast start was something we were focusing on, especially with the slip up we had at North Florida," commented head coach Karen Kemp, who saw her team win for the 10th time in its last 12 games. "This may be the closest to 40 minutes we played all year and we need to keep the same intensity up for the remainder of the season."
Jumping out to a quick start is something the Lady Bucs did, as they scored the games' first 10 points and forced the Hatters to burn a 30-second timeout two minutes into the contest. The spurt was started by one of Evans' two deep threes, while Wiles and junior post Latisha Belcher (
From there, ETSU continued to pour it on the Hatters, as the Lady Bucs extended their lead to 15, 25-10, after Wiles knocked down a pair of free throws at the 12:49 mark. Unfortunately, Stetson posted a 10-2 run over the next 2:49 and cut the deficit to seven, 27-20, with 10 minutes remaining in the half.
However, that is as close as the visitors would get.
ETSU buckled down and never let the Hatters inch any closer and the Lady Bucs eventually saw their lead increase to 16, 47-31, when sophomore Shannon White (Kansas City, Kan.) pitched in a lay-up with 1:43 on the clock. Stetson closed out the half by scoring the last three points and trailed 47-34 at the break.
Evans (17 points) and Wiles (15 points) were the story in the first half as they combined to score 32 of ETSU's 47 points. As a team, the Lady Bucs shot 47.4 percent (18-38) from the field, compared to Stetson's 45.2 clip (14-31). ETSU did a lot its damage by forcing the Hatters into 18 turnovers - resulting into 21 points on the offensive end.
Once again the Lady Bucs wasted little time adding on to their 13-point halftime lead to start the second half.
ETSU scored 11 of the first 15 points and pushed its lead up to 20, 58-38, thanks to freshman Gwen Washington's (
Sophomore point guard Sabrina Treakle (
For the game, ETSU tied its season high with 32 made field goals and 55 rebounds (24 on the offensive end). The Lady Bucs shot 41.6 percent from the floor and assisted on 18 of their 32 made shots. In addition, the Lady Bucs' pressure defense forced Stetson into 26 turnovers (scored 29 points off those miscues) and ETSU - who ranks seventh in the country with 12.8 steals per game - finished the night with 18.
To go with Wiles' and Evans' stellar performances, (Shannon) White contributed with nine points and four rebounds; while
Stetson was led by Jessica Connor and Ashli Jackson in the loss. The Hatter tandem each netted 15 points.
The Lady Bucs return to action on Saturday, Feb. 7, when they host
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If I Could Turn Back Time: A Year of Vintage Finds & Discoveries
Whether you're an eclectic collector or you simply think nothing of quality was made after 1960, shopping for vintage goods can lead to a world of history and discovery. If you like doing your vintage shopping from the comfort of your own home, you're in luck. We covered a lot of vintage ground last year, with finds from every era, for every room in the home.
• Shopping in Your Skivvies: Best Online Vintage & Antique Stores
• 10 Vintage Trays to Keep You Organized
• Vintage Finds for the Home: Under $50
• JT Baldwin's Vintage Audio Decor
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• Best of Etsy: Vintage Luggage (Plus Tips for Using Old Suitcases at Home)
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Exclusive: Foreigner's Mick Jones and Lou Gramm to Reunite on Stage
by Matt Wardlaw Yesterday
Foreigner stars Mick Jones and Lou Gramm will perform on stage together for the first time in over a decade at the Songwriters Hall of Fame awards ceremony in New York City on June 13.
In an exclusive interview, the guitarist, who has been leading a highly regarded new lineup of Foreigner since 2005, reveals that the pair will perform two songs — 'Juke Box Hero' and 'I Want to Know What Love Is' — together at the event. Apparently there wasn't much debate in terms of song choices: "Lou suggested both of them."
Jones goes on to explain that he's "very much looking forward" to the event. "I'm so proud of what Lou and I achieved in those early years and throughout the time that we were together. I think it's the first time that we've been recognized for our work and our writing, which was really the foundation of what we did together, as much as the performing."
He's particularly happy for the chance to celebrate with Gramm, who left the group because he and Jones "weren't really communicating" back in 2003. "I think this band has always been a song-driven band and so that has its place for me and it's very important and it's going to be great to share that with Lou. It will help us to move along in our relationship, which has been fairly quiet in the last seven or eight years."
For more information on the Songwriters Hall of Fame, and for ticket information about this event, visit the organization's official website. We'll have more from our interview with Jones in the coming days.


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Takahiro Yamamoto
Takahiro Yamamoto is renowned for his power, pace and exuberance as a youthful and energetic wing spiker for Japan. At 200cm and 87kg he's one of the biggest players in the Japanese lineup and has one of the biggest hearts. It is these qualities that are turning Yamamoto into one of the key players within the Japanese team now in the process of being reshaped
with the enxt generation of players.
Following a steep learning curve during last year's World Championships in Argentina the 24-year-old from Tottori is aiming to continue the momentum by issuing an ominous warning to his opponents at the 2003 World League.
"I am still improving," Yamamoto said. "Last year my serving was not consistent and I made a lot of mistakes, but now I can serve, not only effectively but I can serve smart by changing my serve pattern. However, above all I have to score with effective spiking when it comes to the crucial points. I have learnt that if my spiking is not consistent the team suffers, but if my spiking is effective, I can lead the whole team in the right direction."
Yamamoto is a leader both on and off the court for Japan and is fast becoming known for both his outspoken views and inspirational play. But his enthusiasm is prone to attracting attention and comments he made in April about Japan's chances in the World League drew a lot of attention. He has predicted that his side can upset the form book and qualify for the World League final round, which may be a lot to ask from this young team now ranked 12th in the world and living in the shadow of the almighty Japanese sides of past Volleyball eras. For Yamamoto's prediction to come true, Japan must qualify second in their group amongst France, Argentina and Greece who are ranked 5th, 6th and tenth in the world respectively.
"After playing France and Greece in last year's World League and Argentina in the World Championship I don't think any of them has a definitive edge over us," the left hander said. "Although our record of last year against them isn't good, I believe we have a reasonable chance to be second in our group and qualify for the final round."


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IRS targeting identity thieves who file fake returns, steal refunds
The Internal Revenue Service is ramping up its efforts to stem a rising tide of crime in which the victim is Uncle Sam and you - tax refund fraud through identity theft.
Refund fraud occurs when someone uses another taxpayer's identity to file a tax return and claim the refund.
Instead of getting the prompt refund they're expecting, unsuspecting victims usually end up waiting months and have a mountain of paperwork to deal with.
On Thursday, the IRS announced that a national sweep last month led to enforcement actions against 389 identity theft suspects in 32 states, including Texas. Nationwide, the enforcement actions included 109 arrests and 47 search warrants.
IRS auditors and criminal investigators also visited 197 check-cashing businesses in 17 "high-risk" cities, including Houston, to make sure the firms aren't assisting identify theft or refund fraud when they cash checks.
The January crackdown was a joint effort with the U.S. Department of Justice and local U.S. Attorneys' offices.
Steven T. Miller, IRS acting commissioner, addressed the topic Thursday in a conference call with reporters.
"With tax filing season now under way, we want to be clear there is a heavy price to pay for perpetrators of refund fraud and identity theft," Miller said. "The IRS and law enforcement partners at the state and federal level are going after perpetrators, and people are going to jail for a long time."
According to the IRS, jail time is increasing for identity thieves. The average sentence in fiscal year 2012 was four years, a four-month increase from the average of 44 months in the prior year. So far in the current fiscal year, which began Oct. 1, sentences have ranged from four months to 25 years.
To stop identity theft before it occurs, the IRS said that for the 2013 tax-filing season it has increased the number and quality of screening filters that spot fraud before a refund is issued.
Last year, these screening filters helped the IRS prevent $20 billion in fraudulent refunds - including those related to identity theft - compared with $14 billion in 2011, the agency said.
The IRS website offers information about identity theft's potential impact on taxpayers at http://www.irs.gov/uac/Identity-Protection-Tips.


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1 cup sugar
1/2 cup oil (I used canola)
1/3 cup water
1 teaspoon vanilla
1/2 teaspoon salt
thick jam or preserves (I used kiwi jam and some store bought boysenberry)
Place all of the ingredients in a large bowl and mix until well combined and a thick batter forms, about 10 minutes. If the batter looks too wet, add a little flour or if it looks a little dry and isn't coming together, add a tablespoon or so of water. Refrigerate the dough (still in the bowl, no need to wrap it or anything) about 15 minutes. Meanwhile, preheat the oven to 350 and line three cookie sheets with parchment paper*. Roll about 2 tablespoons of dough between your hands to form a ball. Place on the lined cookie sheet and press to make a 1/4 inch thick circle, about 2 inches around. Place a scant teaspoon of jam in the center and pinch the edges of the cookies to make 3 corners, but don't seal dough up completely, you want to see the jam in the middle. If the jam looks like it is going to pop out, scoop a little out. Repeat until the dough is gone, placing each cookie about 1/2 inch from each other. Take a break and refrigerate the dough if it gets too soft to handle. Bake exactly 12 minutes. The cookies will be soft when they come out of the oven, but lightly brown on the bottom. Carefully lift the parchment paper with the cookies still on top and place the whole thing on a cooling rack. Allow to cool on the parchment paper until they are firm to the touch, about 10 minutes. Allow to continue to cool on a wire rack. Serve at room temperature.
*You really, really need to line the cookie sheet with parchment paper. Do not try and grease the pan instead, the cookies come out of the oven still very soft. Allowing them to cool while still on the parchment on the rack allows them to set while minimizing casualties.
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Students are encouraged to apply early in their senior year. The student must first be accepted by the University and identify themselves as interested in the Medical Studies major. If minimum GPA and SAT/ACT requirements are met, an interview is then scheduled with the PA Program. The deadline for application to the Medical Studies major is December 15 and all interviews must be completed by January 15. The PA Program faculty individually select all candidates for this major and, once in the program, a seat in the graduate PA Program is reserved for the student. Candidates are selected based on their academic record, their motivation for health care, and their potential for future growth. DeSales University welcomes applications from all qualified students regardless of race, religion, sex, national or ethnic origin.
There is no single, preferred high school course of study or specific classes required, but a college preparatory curriculum is highly recommended.
To continue in the Medical Studies major, the student must maintain at least a 3.0 GPA in the required sciences and overall each semester. To matriculate in their senior year to the PA Program, the student must have a cumulative GPA of at least 3.0 overall and in the required sciences and have completed at least 250 healthcare hours. If the GPA requirement is not met in any semester, the student is placed on probation. The second time this is not met the student loses his/her guaranteed seat in the PA Program and must change into another major. If the student still wishes to pursue the PA degree at DeSales University, transition into the BA in Biology major is recommended and application to the Master's PA Program in their senior year through CASPA is necessary.
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Hey gang,
I'm 70% moved! It's not easy moving nine people, a dog and three goldfish, but it will be so worth it! I missed reading your stories last week and hope to catch up later this one when we're finally settled, which I have big hopes will be Wed. Anywho, while I'm packing boxes and scrubbing doors (why oh why didn't I see those little fingerprints before?!) I challenge you to write about a move in your life. Excitement, regrets, joy and sadness are all a part of the process, as well as sore feet, broken glasses and life without Internet for a few days. What was it like for YOU to move?
Can't wait to get into the new groove of my new home to see what goodies I've been missing! =)


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Oneida Public Library Media Lab at the Dispatch offices today
ONEIDA -- Representatives from the Oneida Public Library will speak today at the Dispatch's Community Media Lab beginning at noon at the Dispatch office.
Assistant Library Director Tom Murray and capital campaign steering committee member Ken Drake will discuss the library's "Creating New Connections," campaign launched last month. The committee hopes of raising $5 million to construct an 18,000-square-foot building sandwiched between Main and Elizabeth streets.
The one-hour program will include a video presentation and question and answer session. A display of architect renderings of the proposed library will be present for viewing and attendees will be able to take home informational packets and brochures about the project.
Murray said the presentation will focus on how a new library will provide services to the community in the 21st century.
Financing for the project will also be discussed, Murray said.
The program is free and open to the public. Refreshments will be served.
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Phillies allow five runs late in loss to Brewers
PHILADELPHIA -- The eighth inning on Wednesday night at Citizens Bank Park encapsulated everything Ryne Sandberg worked so hard to prevent this season.
His best intentions fell flat in a 9-4 loss to the Brewers.View Full Game Coverage
PHILADELPHIA -- The eighth inning on Wednesday night at Citizens Bank Park encapsulated everything Ryne Sandberg worked so hard to prevent this season.
His best intentions fell flat in a 9-4 loss to the Brewers.View Full Game Coverage
"Yeah," the Phillies manager said. "It's possible early-season stuff, but we're still in the process of ironing that stuff out and continuing to work at it and stress it, that's for sure."
The Phillies have lost three consecutive games to fall to 3-5. They have allowed 10 unearned runs in those losses, which are the most allowed in Major League Baseball this season. A team with a small margin for error simply has given games away this week.
It showed in various ways in the eighth on Wednesday, when Phillies left-hander Antonio Bastardo stepped onto the mound in a tie game. He got Brewers first baseman Mark Reynolds into a 0-2 hole, which was a great spot to be. No hitter in baseball has struck out more than Reynolds since the beginning of the 2008 season (1,156 strikeouts), but he walked on seven pitches to set the stage for a sloppy inning.
Reynolds also has been one of the least successful base-stealers in the game since his rookie season in 2007. He entered the night with a 68.8 stolen base percentage, which ranked 107th out of 117 players with 75 or more stolen-base attempts in that span. But he stole second to put the winning run in scoring position with nobody out.
The killer there is that throughout Spring Training, the Phillies stressed to their pitchers the importance of defending the running game. They showed signs of progress, too.
"They had two stolen bases," Sandberg said, referring to Aramis Ramirez's stolen base against Phillies left-hander Jake Diekman in the seventh. "It looked like they went on the first move, off of both lefties. We work with our lefties, with the baserunner right in front of them. Both of them had good jumps and they picked the right pitch to go first move."
A sacrifice bunt moved Reynolds to third, then Logan Schafer hit a ball down the first-base line. Ryan Howard appeared to have a play, but it got past him to score Reynolds to make it 5-4. It might have hit Howard's glove, and Sandberg said afterward the Phillies at least should have had a play at first base, but he also believed there could have been a play at home, too.
It was ruled an error.
Howard left the clubhouse before it opened to reporters, so he could not comment on the play. But Bastardo changed, walked past reporters and declined comment.
Bastardo hit Jean Segura with a pitch and Ryan Braun, who had struck out in his previous three plate appearances, ripped a triple to center field to score two runners to make it 7-4.
A walk after being ahead 0-2.
A stolen base to a less-than-prolific baserunner.
An error.
A hit by pitch.
A bases-clearing triple to a hitter who hit three home runs Tuesday.
"I think we've just got to bear down and make a couple plays and that's really it," Domonic Brown said. "There's been some changes in the ballgame with those plays, but that's a part of the game as well and we got to keep our head up and keep battling."
The Brewers scored two runs in the first inning with the help of an error by Phillies shortstop Jimmy Rollins. The Phillies answered with three runs in the bottom half to take a 3-2 lead.
Milwaukee tied the game in the second with back-to-back doubles from Carlos Gomez and Segura, and Gomez helped the Brewers to a 4-3 lead in the fourth when he hit a solo home run to left field against Phillies right-hander Roberto Hernandez.
Hernandez allowed seven hits, four runs (three earned runs), one walk and one home run in five innings. He also struck out nine Brewers, picking up eight with his changeup. The nine strikeouts tied for the second-most of his career.
He struck out a career-high 10 on Aug. 15, 2007.
"I felt great," Hernandez said. "I tried to keep the ball down."
The Phillies tied the game in the fifth when Carlos Ruiz doubled, advanced to third on a wild pitch and scored on Marlon Byrd's single up the middle.
But the Phillies bullpen could not hold it, although it gave an effort for a couple innings. Jeff Manship threw a scoreless sixth and Diekman struck out the side in a scoreless seventh before Bastardo lost Reynolds to start the eighth.
"We definitely have to tighten that up," Sandberg said of his team's errors. "I don't know what to say about it. We work at it, we talk about it. Some of the plays are routine, and we have to make the routine plays."
Todd Zolecki is a reporter for MLB.com.


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Drew Barrymore & Will Kopelman: Saturday Shopping with Olive!
Drew Barrymore and her husband Will Kopelman push their daughter Olive in her stroller while shopping on Saturday (January 12) in New York City.
The day before, the 37-year-old actress attended the New York Knicks game at Madison Square Garden with her hubby and they shared a smooch on the kiss cam!
Drew recently filmed an episode of Oprah's Next Chapter to air at an unspecified date.
"In Drew's backyard swing . Just discovered we live less than 2 miles from each other. #nextchapter," Oprah Winfrey tweeted last week. Check out the photo below!
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Libtool library support is implemented under the 'LTLIBRARIES' primary.
Here are some samples from the Automake Makefile.am in the libtool distribution's demo subdirectory.
First, to link a program against a libtool library, just use the 'program_LDADD'5 variable:
bin_PROGRAMS = hell hell_static # Build hell from main.c and libhello.la hell_SOURCES = main.c hell_LDADD = libhello.la # Create a statically linked version of hell. hell_static_SOURCES = main.c hell_static_LDADD = libhello.la hell_static_LDFLAGS = -static
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Building a libtool library is almost as trivial… note the use of 'libhello_la_LDFLAGS' to pass the -version-info (see Versioning) option to libtool:
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The -rpath option is passed automatically by Automake (except for
libraries listed as
noinst_LTLIBRARIES), so you
should not specify it.
See The Automake Manual in The Automake Manual, for more information.
Since GNU Automake 1.5, the flags -dlopen or -dlpreopen (see Link mode) can be employed with the 'program_LDADD' variable. Unfortunately, older releases didn't accept these flags, so if you are stuck with an ancient Automake, we recommend quoting the flag itself, and setting 'program_DEPENDENCIES' too:
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Biofuels contribute significantly to America's economy and national security. Just how significantly was symbolized by a long line of American flags streaming along the long driveway leading up to POET's Project Liberty Field Day site and speeches by General Wesley Clark and Iowa Lt. Governor Patty Judge on Nov. 3 in Emmetsburg, IA.
"Ethanol is here now, it's green and it's made in America," said General Clark, who served as the Supreme Allied Commander Europe of NATO from 1997 to 2000. Clark also serves as co-chairman of Growth Energy, an organization dedicated to decreasing America's dependence on foreign oil, reducing greenhouse gas emissions, and expanding the use of ethanol in gasoline.
Clark told farmers and others at the field day that if the U.S. were to go from gasoline blends of 10 percent to 15 percent, we could stop importing as much as one billion barrels of oil per day. By utilizing E15, America could also stop between $300 billion to $500 billion per year from going outside the country to support leaders like Venezuela's Hugo Chavez, who has been a critic of U.S. foreign policies.
Moreover, corn-based ethanol produces 60 percent less greenhouse gas emissions than gasoline over its entire life cycle, Clark said. Cellulosic ethanol will produce between 80-90 percent less greenhouse gas emissions than gasoline, he added.
POET, which held the field day to demonstrate new corn cob harvesting equipment, plans to produce cellulosic ethanol from corn cobs by the end of 2011. Design work has begun for a 25-million-gallon-per-year cellulosic ethanol facility, which will be attached to POET's existing corn ethanol plant in Emmetsburg.
A full-fledged cellulosic ethanol industry could create as many as 500,000 jobs nationwide. "We have the skills and energy to take this all the way," Clark said. He encouraged attendees to raise their voices in Washington, D.C. by joining Growth Energy's "Growth Force," a bipartisan group that promotes homegrown energy such as ethanol and works on government policies that, for example, would mandate E15 and challenge international indirect land use charges being weighed against U.S. agriculture. For more information, visit www.GrowthForce.org. "Growth Force is an express lane to Washington," Clark said.
During her speech, Iowa Lt. Governor Judge recalled ethanol's beginnings as "gasohol" and how, 30 years later, biofuels are now having a profound effect on agriculture. Judge noted that cellulosic ethanol is now here and it's viable. Project Liberty is going to keep Iowa on the forefront of technology, she said.
Judge added that the state of Iowa is helping the cellulosic ethanol industry by providing $20 million in funding. The cellulosic ethanol industry will "help create good paying jobs at a time when Iowa needs jobs desperately."
The state government has been working hard to increase the number of blender pumps in Iowa and also working with officials in Washington to approve the E15 waiver request.


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I was thinking about consciousness. In Reason #7 of my "Ten Reasons Not To Believe" post, I show pictures of the Vale Mine in the middle of the Amazon Rain Forest of Brazil as an example of how paltry Earth Consciousness (EC) is compared to fashion consciousness, celebrity consciousness or even car consciousness. Most Americans would recognize over a hundred words for "car" if I'm allowed to use brand names—I saw a Taurus or I drove a Corvette. Yet if asked, "How many of our genetic cousins, the monkeys, can you name?" most people would struggle to list a dozen. There're only 356 species left in the world, compared to thousands a century ago, and only a few people are aware or even care. I believe to save the planet and the life aboard including ourselves, EC has to start grow and mushroom.
On looking for a short story to enter in a contest, I came across "DUI Story" which was written some years ago when I got busted for driving home from a nudist resort in Tampa. I had clothes on; it's just that I also had a six-pack of Michelob on the seat next to me and a few inside.
I'm posting the story here because it says much about consciousness, especially in the second half. What do we do when our sensory input is cut to near zero? Notice how our EC was smashed and destroyed with the appearance of the cop. Our appreciation of the sublime, EC in the form of the squirrel and the oak tree, and Art Consciousness with the recitation of Shakespeare and Sophocles, were doused and smothered like a brilliant cathedral candle.
The point is society seeks to confine and restrict EC so the owners of the Vale Mine can make profits and provide jobs, even at the cost of the extinction of a few hundred species of monkeys, butterflies and parrots. It's a trade-off and to them it's worth every last wing, tooth and claw. After all, the creatures of the Rain Forest don't have a soul.
Americans can't do anything about it. It's not our country. It'll take the Brazilian people to demand change and reform. But it looks like the great George Orwell was right, as O'Brian informed Winston Smith in the last chapter: the proles have as much chance of rising up as barn animals rebelling against the farmer that feeds them. Only the EC realization that just because the Amazon Rain Forest lies within its national boundaries doesn't mean this wonderland of biodiversity belongs exclusively to Brazilians. This wonder and gift of nature belongs to all Earthlings, both the living and the souls of Futureworld.
As always, I'd appreciate any comments, especially if you see what I'm trying to get at about consciousness when the cop says, ""Well, well, what have we here? You two haven't been smoking dope, have you?" His wisecrack quip and bright flashlight shining in our eyes brought us from the sublime to the gutter.
The mention of "philomathy," the love of knowledge and wisdom, is the key, I feel, to the expansion and diffusion of consciousness. Growing awareness of the world and how we got here is the magic key to unlock the mental cage that has confined mankind since the onset of agriculture. Maybe someday people will love philomathy more than materialism.
The poem about the butterfly in the very last paragraph is devoted to Kafka. I think he would have enjoyed it and even loved it because it succinctly suggests the plight of the individual beneath the soldier's boot of the police-state plutocracy. Cross the line, and the state won't even give you the time of day.
To wit, the true story: (I know it's a long post. Just step into the cell with me. We'll have some fun and you'll appreciate what I experienced and learn something about society. I guarantee you'll love Kelly as I did.)
In no way am I condoning or advocating drinking and driving. In the fashion of the great Czech writer, Franz Kafka, I wish only to portray what happens to the individual under police-state conditions.
In jail for the first time... 51 years old, imagine. Look at this place. Must be the holding pen where they keep the pigeons 'til bail's posted. If you don't have the hard cash, you go in with the hard‑core prison population no matter how trivial the charge—like debtor's prison in the time of Charles Dickens. Unless, of course, your friends or relatives go see a bail bondsman and let him in on the action at an exorbitant interest rate. The system feeds on itself—more or more bloodsuckers jumping in at every turn. Otherwise, no money, you stay in the can.
What a down. Can barely believe it. Nothing to do, that's the problem...
Sit on the bunk bed, maybe... That's the only decision you have to make, or not. That's it... Sit on the bed... Yes, makes sense... What a great idea!
What the fuck else am I gonna do? Not much sense staring at the other cells across the cement floor with all the stubby lines and circles painted in outré colors. The fronts of the cells look like tight chain-link fencing soaked in drab gray paint rather than old-fashioned iron bars. Can barely see anybody anyway, so what's the point of even looking out? There's a young black kid on the other side trying to tell a cop something; I don't know whether he's a gang member or a deaf mute trying to use sign language. Jesus, there's a big clock above the U-shaped arrangement of cells, but I can't see the time from this angle. The bastards won't even give you the time and they confiscated my watch. What did they take my watch for? They afraid I'm gonna try to kill myself with it because I had more the two beers?
Cellmate's asleep... wrapped in a grimy blanket with moth holes like a fast food burrito that the mice got to. Just lying there. Looks half dead. Big fuck. Wonder what he's in for. Better not wake him. Gotta be smart in here. Street smart. It'd be pretty stupid to wake this guy to ask him what he's in here for, that's for sure.
Man, just four hours ago you were in your favorite clothing-optional resort frolicking in the pool, cavorting with playful damsels, enjoying the royal palms, yellow lilacs and lavender lilies… Debbie looked so elegant with nothing on. What could be more personable, agreeable to mind and body, than a gracile nymphet teaching aerobics? She's educating you on the importance of good health and feeling fit, and at the same time saturating your field of vision with curvy loveliness.
How about the guy from Key West with that loquacious parrot? You'd swear the feathery creature could speak conversational English. It had a larger vocabulary than some of the kids you grew up with. Nearly won the chip for a free drink in au natural water volleyball with Bonnie and Mandy and the rest of the crowd. Hadn't had so much fun since teen-age days in the Poconos. Remember?
Now you're here, sitting on this bunk wondering what this big lug's in for. Talk about change of reality. The only people that fell from heaven to hell this fast are O.J. Simpson, Kaddafi, and the Shah of Iran... Maybe Fatty Arbuckle in the '20s on that trumped up rape charge. Authorities proved his innocence decades later after they destroyed his life. Wonder what happened to him.
Remember that song, "What a difference a day makes—24 little hours"? What a difference a minute makes. One minute you're riding down the highway in a sparkling clean, jet black Cougar with Mafia‑tinted windows, listening to Puccini, happy as can be, suntanned, massaged and robust, healthy and feeling great, contemplating how to be a soldier in the War to Save the Environment. The next minute you're a low life in jail.
So much for divine providence. Murphy's Law and Chaos Theory are the only designers of destiny. That's for sure. Unless God's a prankster out to revenge every trivial peccadillo since Adam and Eve ate that stupid apple... For drinking a six‑pack of Michelob you're in for the hassle of your life: months of expensive counseling, waiting in line at the DMV, license revoked, hours in court, hard-ass parole officers, listening to ex-offenders harangue you for being as stupid as they are.
Looks like he's waking up... He's not too big, about six feet. Hope he's not in here for any violent crimes, rape or something. Maybe he's a murderer... Nah, they wouldn't put me in with a hard‑core criminal. You're just a drunk driver... never committed a crime, never had an accident, never been in jail. Look, Officer, I didn't want to kill any babies; I just wanted to get home from the party. You expect me to walk home from Tampa 'cause I drank some beer? Says 'Safe Driver' right on my license. They wouldn't...
There, look at that... Looks like a yellow traffic ticket sticking out of the big fuck's pants pocket... Must've been drinking and driving too. They segregate all the drunks 'cause they know we're not hard‑core criminals. Federal judges and high‑ranking clergymen probably get behind the wheel with more than two drinks every once in a while, fa Christ's sake. Upstate NY troupers found Police Commissioner Ward dead drunk asleep at the wheel on the side of the Thruway. He grunted when they tried to wake him up, "You can't bust me; I'm the police commissioner." The event never even made the papers, but Vinnie O'Brian was there! He told me about it. What an outrageous insult to the American people; makes a mockery of the whole judicial system.
There, he's waking up, rolling over and moaning after a night of nasty dreams... Talk to him. He looks all right. Had an acne problem as a teenager, that's for sure... and those teeth, looks like he brushes his teeth when he feel likes it, rather than at a set time during the day. Probably works as a truck driver, or a fast food order cook… It's Florida, man, who the hell you expect to meet in jail? A physics professor from Cal Tech. Talk to him... It's okay. He won't bite. Can always yell for help if he gets violent or crazy. But the guards are probably in the office drinking coffee, eating doughnuts and reading the sports pages. They might not hear me... Better be careful.
"Hi man. Name's Rich Bozlicki. Looks like you and me are in here for the same thing."
Holy shit... And he's a lot bigger than six feet... and he's got a scar on his neck! How the hell can you get a two‑inch scar by your Adam's apple without getting killed? Oh, yea, that's right, medical procedure, laryngeal disease. But this is jail. He's around 6'4", deep-set black eyes and one of those death tattoos on his massive upper right arm, with RIP inscribed in a scroll wrapped around a sinister Gothic cross. He probably thinks I'm a dipshit. Maybe he's one of Mike Tyson's sparring partners, harmless except in the ring. Hope his name's not Bubba.
"Oh... really," he answers, placing his left hand akimbo, a mannerism I didn't expect from a rugged‑looking guy his size.
"Yeah, I was driving home from my favorite resort with a six pack of beer under my belt. Even had an open bottle of Mic in the driver's console. Was mad at all the cops and politicians that get busted for DUI and just flash their badges and drive off like nothing happened. Was listening to classical music, philosophizing about Gaia... the Mother Earth I mean, happy as can be. But I didn't realize how tired I was. Didn't get any sleep the night before...was working all night; couldn't fight off the fatigue. Somebody with a cell phone nailed me as soon as I strayed over the striped line from the middle lane. No accident, no reckless driving, just strayed over the center lane for a second and now I'm in jail. How about you, whad-ya in for?"
"Oh, they caught me blowing a guy under the lifeguard stand at Coquina Beach!"
"Oh! I see..." How the fuck do you act nonchalant? What the hell do you say now? Don't say a word, stupid. Just back up and sit on the bunk. That's it. Take that filthy pillow and bury your head in it.
There's the guard walking by... That's him, the strabismic fuck, Biles, the correction officer that brought you in here.
"Officer... Officer, can you help me a second? I need to call my wife on that payphone over there... to see how long it'll take her to get the $500 to bail me out. She doesn't get out of work until the banks close, and the ATMs only dispense $200 max."
"Sure," he answered with a friendly avuncular air. "Just let me go over to the other side to see what those guys want, then I'll come over here and get you, okay?"
You feel like kissing his hand and telling him how wonderful he is. You wanna tell 'im. "Officer, can I kiss the tips of your shiny black shoes? Let me polish your badge for ya… I gotta get outta here before I go crazy. I'm an aesthete: I love Beethoven and the Louvre Museum, and the Yosemite National Park. Did you know Francisco Goya was the first artist to protest war?"
There he goes... over to the other side. He'll be right back to get me. Nydia will tell you she's got the bail money and she's on the way. You'll be out of here in two hours. Free at last! Free at last! How can you last that long? Two whole hours!
Oh, no. He wouldn't... he just said... mothafucka... That cross‑eyed bastard is heading right for the guard's room to drink coffee, eat doughnuts and read the sports pages. They're probably watching professional wrestling on a black and white TV. It's only been two minutes and he's forgotten me already. Who said, "Hell is where there is no reason"?1
Don't say a word. You can't get depressed unless you let yourself get depressed. Just step over to the bunk and curl up in a nice tight fetal position and wait for your family to rescue you. That's all you can do. Let your consciousness leave your body and float above like a kite. Remember when you were driving a cab in NYC in college days? Whenever some obnoxious rowdy passengers got in, you'd just project your mind outside and let them yell and scream their heads off. I'm on automatic pilot.
That's it… Your mind is floating at the ceiling. That's your body down there. You're just a hulk of flesh, a glob of protoplasm curled up on a wiry bunk bed. Look at that; there're some teeth marks on the bedspring. Never saw a bedspring with bite marks.
"Go 'head, ya fucks, do anything you want to me. That's not me, I'm up here. Go 'head, rape me. Beat the crap out of me. Club me with those stupid night sticks. Stick pins in me; pull my hair out. Feed me those repulsive bologna sandwiches with that slimy American cheese. I don't give a damn because I'm up here. That's just my bleary mass of a body—an inert half sack of rice with all the air out."
You wish. Who ya kiddin'? Wouldn't it be nice if you actually could do that? Just project our consciousness in the manner of Mishimashi Yogi. Nice try. You'll try any crazy ruse when you're desperate. There're no atheists in a foxhole. If that cellmate of yours just looks at you tough, you'd piss in your pants.
That's right… Wrap this wormy gray blanket over your head and look out through the moth holes at the wall. That's all you can do... Lie still, so you look like a ghost or dead man. Just stare at that rectangular concrete slab covered with the drab tan paint. Just breathe slowly and deeply. Let yourself linger at the brink of consciousness. Breathe slowly... deeply; your eyelids are getting heavy... Just stare at the wall... That's all there is to do.
You're in jail, but it's not all that bad. Remember when you almost got busted in hippie days? Could've done some real time then... Remember? That cop caught you red‑eyed and red‑handed with a half ounce of African grass, right in your overcoat inner pocket. What an irony that with all the stuff I did in the '60s, that I'm in jail now 40 years later for doing a lousy six pack of beer.
It seems like yesterday... it must have been May, 1969—the days of the Electric Circus, Dylan, Woodstock and Timothy Leary. We were across the street from the Plaza Hotel by the Central Park wall at the corner of 59th Street and Fifth—right by the horse carriages. A wonderful farm smell pervaded the air as the doorman opened limo doors for chichi guests returning from a night on the town. Kelly Stiles and I were smoking a joint, waiting for John Donley to get off from driving his Hanson Cab around the park. It was prom time and Daisy had to trot around the 15‑minute bike path a lot of times to earn her oats.
What a beautiful time it was—spring, NYC in the deep night, 26 years old. Kelly was one of the most beautiful girls I'd ever seen. Looked like Ingrid Bergman trying not to cry in that great scene in For Whom the Bell Tolls, as Gary Cooper tells her that he'll never see her again, that she had to be brave, that she had to do the living for both of them. Makes you want to cry just thinking about it. Kelly had short brunette hair, though—only difference. She had that same angelic, child's face and graceful athletic body. She loved me deeply. The passion of youth is life's sweetest memory.
"Oh, Mr. Bozlicki, I can't believe we're here smoking this weed together; it seems like yesterday that I was in your biology class. Remember that silly uniform the nuns made us wear? I didn't even feel like a female. We were just obedient little clones." Her voice was feminine and sweet; she passed me the half‑smoked joint. "I can't get out of the habit of calling you Mr. Bozlicki; don't forget I had you for algebra and trig too... you were my teacher for three years."
"And now you're a fashion model on 7th Avenue, strutting up and down the catwalk and pouting wistfully, flaunting your yearning hazel eyes with 'eat your hearts out, boys!' And every guy and lesbian in the audience gets turned on. Now you're making more money than all of us."
"Human pin cushions; that's what we are. I've got to change clothes about 10 to 12 times a day. It's tough work. They don't pay us for nothing."
"You learned what I taught you," I responded, without letting any air out of my chest. "Hey, look at the squirrel staring at us in that oak over there. Think he smells the smoke? D'ya think squirrels get high? Make sure you blow the smoke over the wall so the squirrel gets a whiff and not somebody walking down the avenue."
"Oh, who cares? It's one o'clock in the morning in New York City. Anybody offended by a little grass is home in bed by now."
She unbuttoned my scruffy suede overcoat and snuggled her torso close to mine to capture some body heat from the chilly NYC breezes. I can still feel her firm cupcake-size breasts pressed upon my chest, as she wrapped her right arm tight around my waist and pulled the left half of my warm coat around her shoulders. Her steady andante heartbeat reminded me of Beethoven's Moonlight. "I owe you so much!" she continued in the most sensual voice I've ever known. "You've changed my life. I was seriously thinking of becoming a nun, imagine. My Uncle Dominic almost had my parents convinced I should enter the Carmelite order. If I were in Mr. Plenari's Bio class instead of yours, I'd probably be wearing a habit right now."
I can still picture the catch‑me‑if‑you‑can, smiley, confident look on the squirrel's face; the grass helped me concentrate with the eye of a telephoto lens. Holding an acorn smugly in its forelimbs like a child propped up by the elbows in front of a TV set, the squirrel dug its hind claws securely into the trunk of the oak tree. I pointed to the old tree about ten yards away.
"That's a red oak, Kelly, genus Querus. The white oak doesn't have such pointy leaves. It's easy to tell the difference: the white oak has round, lobular leaves. The other American species is called 'live oak,' like the ones in Gone With the Wind. They're found only in the South—much more sprawling. Some are even shaped like a human brain, with the trunk of the tree simulating the human vertebral column. If people only realized how close we are to that tree at the biochemical level, the earth wouldn't be in such peril now. We'd leave the Amazon Rain Forest alone. Remember? Did I ever teach you that in bio class? Humans should have a deep love for oaks, because there's a good chance that we evolved from Dryopithicus, the 'oak‑tree ape.' That's what Louis Leaky's Proconsul was, the parent of all the great apes. We feel comfortable and happy just being near oak trees. Gibbons, their closest living progeny, were actually heard singing love songs to their mates. This may be why music sounds so soothing to us. But a lot of paleontologists believe Ardipithecus was the parent hominid—"2
Dropping the roach by our feet, Kelly began gently kissing my neck and I could feel the heat of passion rushing through our arteries.
I tried to continue undistracted, "Mr. Plenari taught bio class from the point of view of Creationism. How about the wasp that paralyzes its grasshopper prey, then lays its eggs in the abdomen of the helpless creature? We don't know the level of consciousness of the grasshopper, but does that sound like the work of a Beneficent Designer? What a joke. Any bio teacher who doesn't teach evolution is a phony. To teach biology is to explain the story of evolution, period. We grew out of the planet just like that squirrel over there. The atoms that make up our bodies were once parts of exploding stars. We're so lucky to be what we are. If the dinosaurs didn't extinct exactly when they did, mammalia never would have radiated into the vacated environment. If people could only realize how wonderful it is to be human, how lucky we are, we'd all be living for this life—like John Lennon says. People wouldn't treat each other so badly, wouldn't waste so much time; we'd live to have fun and appreciate the fact that we're ephemerons, like mayflies. Remember what I taught you about mayflies, when we studied entomology—"
"Screw the mayflies," she interrupted again, pressing her firm breast closer into me, looking into my eyes with burning passion. "What did you teach us about sex? That's what I forgot. Tell me again."
"That we're custodians of our genes. That genes control much of our behavior. And genes function only to replicate the information they carry. There could be ten billion people by the end of the century and our genes would still be urging us to procreate more. Genes don't care about the individual and they don't care about the species."3
"And what about the place of sex in our lives?"
"That sex is the greatest trade‑off in the history of the planet. If sexual reproduction didn't evolve, and asexual reproduction continued, we wouldn't have to die. Nature sacrificed the individual so the species can vary from one generation to the next, so life can adapt to the changing environment. Being we have to pay just a high price for sex, our very existence, we should enjoy every second of it. Next to our career and family, sex should be the most important part of our lives. Orgasm is the only moment in our lives when the ego dissolves into the collective subconscious and we feel God‑like euphoria, what the Buddhists call satori."
Kelly passionately grabbed a fistful of my shoulder-length hair and turned my face toward her hazel eyes. "Oh, Rich, take me home this minute and fuck me while I still have this glorious high. I love you deeply; you've done so much for me. You've taught me so many wonderful things, you've made me a philomath. Once we reject organized religion, love of learning and hope for humanity is all we have left."
She averted her eyes toward the red oak. "You know, the girls at work think I'm weird because I'm reading Oedipus Rex during lunch. Here Sophocles was an Athenian general during the Peloponnesian War and still had time to become one of the world's greatest playwrights. You know how tough you had to be in the Greek army—and he was a general. Now, they think I'm strange because I make the time to read his plays. I think they're strange for knowing so much about TV sitcoms and movie stars, and so little about Sophocles."
I can still feel her moist breath on my cheeks, as I focused on her Ingrid Bergman lips. "Remember the verse from The Merchant of Venice you were into last year? Tonight is such a night."
(I picked up on the tread and tried to speak as softly and sweetly as I could out of respect for the beauty and melodic flow of the verse,)
The moon shines bright: In such a night as this,
When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees
And they did make no noise, in such a night
Troilus methinks mounted the Trojan walls,
And sigh'd his soul toward the Grecian tents,
Where Cressida lay that night.
(For the moment she was my sweet Jessica, as chilly Manhattan breezes nipped at our ears. She followed in that sweet feminine voice.)
In such a night
Did Thisbe fearfully o'erstrip the dew,
And saw the lion's shadow ere himself,
And ran dismay'd away.
(The words flowed so easily; I remembered the lines without trying.)
In such a night
Stood Dido with a willow in her hand
Upon the wild sea-banks, and wav'd her love
To come again to Carthage.
(I knew I couldn't out-night my exuberant Kelly.)
In such a night
Did Kelly seduce the naive Rich Bozlicki to Astoria
Where she sucked his dick, till he came with sighs of sweet ecstasy.
Right then... the timing couldn't have been better. I'd forgotten about the joint Kelly dropped on the ground minutes before. A flashlight glared in our eyes, and we squinted trying to see what the hell was going on. The fall from the sublime to the contemptible only takes a second.
There was one of New York City's Finest with the callous grin of a Cheshire cat ravishing a mouse in its claws. A close‑shaven, crew‑cut head was sticking out of an impeccably clean and pressed police uniform, scanning Kelly's lissome body and peering into her eyes, looking for redness so he could be sure we were the ones who dropped the roach. His collar appeared a little tight, so his face flushed pinker than his hands.
"Well, well, what have we here? You two haven't been smoking dope, have you?"
"Oh no, Officer," I came back as strongly as I possibly could with a half ounce of ganja in my inner coat pocket. This is one of the few instances in my life when I felt justified in deliberately lying, yet angry that I had to sacrifice my personal integrity. To tell the truth would've been unforgivably stupid. To say: "Oh, yeah, Officer, of course we were smoking this great grass. Care for a toke?" would be a reply an inveterate masochist wouldn't make. Answering the question truthfully would mean the bureaucratic hassle of a lifetime. The point is: the laws of New York State are not only making criminals of its citizens—there's more than two million souls wasting away in jail as I speak—but even contemptible liars. If they locked up every person in the state that ever smoked a joint illegally, there'd be more people in jail than out in the streets. In the state of Georgia it's illegal to have oral sex, even with one's spouse. A couple with a natural and healthy sexual desire becomes criminal and deviant by fulfilling a natural, victimless, harmless, stress-relieving and pleasurable need. The laws make hypocrites of its citizens as well.
Not only hypocrites, but outright criminals. More than 80% of men in the country admit to using the services of a prostitute at least once in their life. The law makes our country a nation of criminals.
This was a tiny bit of marijuana by my standards—grass that I use for my own private religious purposes, because I feel physically closer to nature. It helps me realize the squirrel and I are in the same class of vertebrates, mammalia. In the most basic religious sense, I believe that humanity is an outgrowth of nature—at the molecular level. We're related to the universe at the atomic level—the heavy atoms of our body were formulated in the cores of stars billions of years ago!
I am what I am because the universe is what it is. Humans evolved to fit a niche of nature, and I appreciate and enjoy this fact. And this prick, this defender of morality, who probably likes to go to hockey games and smack his kids around so that other kids won't smack them around, by law has the right to assume that I'm a criminal and that I'm going to sell the stuff. I'd just as soon sell my Richard Tucker- autographed libretto of Aida that I waited hours by the Met stage door to acquire. Catholics worship a man who was executed as a criminal, kneel down to kiss rotting bones and sacred rings, and drink symbolic blood—not just transmogrified wine, but through the miracle of transubstantiation, real half‑human blood!—and I'm considered weird, because I like to get high and swim sans bathing suit in the great Panthalassic Ocean where all life began.
Just that moment, as I squinted painfully in the intrusive beam of light, John, who had brought Daisy back to the stable on West 87th Street and had finally gotten off from work, came jauntily strolling down Fifth to the scene of the crime. He spotted Kelly and me trying to keep our composure, with the police officer leaning over us and nervously rapping his nightstick in the palm of his free hand. John stood there, a full 6'6," wearing a Civil War overcoat that General Pierre Beauregard would've felt comfortable in when he started the Civil War, tawny hair parted in the middle down to his shoulders, lumber boots, and John Lennon, round‑brim, rose‑colored sunglasses at night. Knowing he was clean, he lumbered up to the cop and smiled beguilingly: "C'mon, Officer, do we look like the type that would be smoking grass on Fifth Avenue in the middle of the night?"
The cop jerked his head back, as if he'd just received the painful communication that he just lost his favorite gun. He looked down at the simmering roach a yard away from my shoes. "All right, you two, get lost... right now," he demanded, nodding to John and me to take off toward the 59th Street Subway Station, as if he knew we lived in Astoria. With the grass in my pocket I could do nothing but obey, but John protested, "You don't have authority to make us leave our friend."
"Shut up or I'll run the three of you down to Chambers Street right now. You'll wind up in the House of Detention before the night's over. I just want to talk to the young lady a minute."
"Come on, John," I urged with a cowardly tremor in my voice. I knew we could walk off, then watch to see that nothing happened to Kelly. We could always call the police, if the prick tried anything. At least we'd be away with the incriminating evidence.
When we got to the entrance of the subway, we turned around to observe the cop approaching Kelly. The Crusaders of Baldwin of Flanders, who massacred in the name of God thousands of defenseless civilians of Jerusalem during the First Crusade, couldn't have looked more lustful than this cop, as he approached my sweet darling.
"What's a nice attractive girl like you doing out this late with a worthless bum like him?" He nervously kept tapping his nightstick against his thigh, like a kid who had to take a desperate piss. He seemed to be putting on a coquettish demeanor, as if to say: 'Come on baby, why don't you get yourself a real man?' Can't you see he's nothing but a no‑good hippie? You oughtta be out with somebody more respectable, more manly."
"I'm over 18. You have no right to be giving me advice. That bum happens to be my former science teacher in high school. He's taught me everything from the trigonometric identities to the evolutionary radiation of early ape-men during the early Pleistocene. He's taught me knowledge your grandchildren will never learn. So, please get out of my way and don't try to stop me. My father's a lawyer; you better have a more substantial charge other than that lousy roach on the ground that anybody might have thrown."
Kelly determinedly slipped through the free space between the park wall and the cop, ran over to us, and we embraced like we had just scored the tie-breaking goal at the World Cup. John whistled for a cab and the cop stood on the corner, scratching his head with a bewildered look…
The dull brown rectangular slab of concrete was still there. All I could do is stare helplessly and reminisce with the dreams of an old man. I am a fly trapped helplessly in a spider web of red tape; I thought I was a butterfly! Twice these upholders of the law and morality have broken into my life's most sublime, wondrous moments with their glaring lights and sirens. At last, they finally got me where I belong for my heretical beliefs. Maybe grass does congeal the billion and a half neurons of my fabulous brain, like eggs on a frying pan.
1. This is a line from Francis F. Coppola's movie, Apocalypse Now, describing the conditions in Viet Nam at the end of the war.
2. Hominoid: The term refers to the great apes plus the hominids, our early ape-man ancestors including the Australopithecines and the first human species, Homo habilis and H. erectus. Proconsul was a hominoid.
3. This event happened seven years before Richard Dawkins' illustrious and important book, The Selfish Gene, was published in 1976.
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Right on, Glen. Fun discussion.
I think it was Carl Sagan who turned me on to the connection (between bureaucracy and territoriality.) I believe it's in The Demon Haunted World. It was part of a discussion on what Freud calls "id", William Golding calls "Jack" (in Lord of the Flies) and modern science calls the R-factor or reptilian complex. It's the primal, feral energy that resides in the hindbrain, our evolutionary baggage: rage, anger, fear, jealousy, hatred and territoriality.
The Prime Directive is a key term in understanding biology. It's the "force" cited in Star Wars but not quite so noble and benign. Simply put, it's self preserve and reproduce as much as possible. So as far as Steph's "what's the purpose of life?" goes, the PD is the answer. It's the one purpose of life that covers both kingdoms as well as the early monera and protista.
So it's easy to see how territoriality grows out of the second biological imperative. Babies need room. Bureaucracy is a product because it limits and deters intrusion.
That is the first I have been made aware the connection between territoriality and bureaocracy. I would have guessed that bureacracy is more associated with the quest for power. And since bureacrats have limited power they contribute to form over substance in an effort to exert control in their tiny sphere of influence. On the other paw, the sphere of influence is the bureacrat's territory and he will protect it like an animal will protect its territory.
I've always thought of "Kafkaesque" in terms of bureaucracy and red tape, hence the ending poem. Bureaucracy is an offshoot of territoriality, believe it or not, part of the Prime Directive in biology. A good example is the meaningless bullshit an immigrant into any country has to go through. It goes further back in our phylogeny than monkey behavior—it's reptilian. Not that a crocodile has to fill out an application, but to enter the territory of a rival is a casus belli.
The Wikipedia definition is excellent, mentioning "senselessness." How much time is an average kid's day in middle school completely wasted on bureaucracy when he/she could be reading or solving math and science problems? Waiting on line, for example, or taking attendance and filling out forms. In my case, saying prayers before every class.
Consider this from the story to make the point: "The bastards won't even give you the time and they confiscated my watch. What did they take my watch for? They afraid I'm gonna try to kill myself with it because I had more the two beers and got behind the wheel?"
One disclaimer I should make about the story: The line, "Look, Officer, I didn't want to kill any babies; I just wanted to get home from the party" is by the great stand-up comic, Sam Kinison, who died so young and tragically, right at the top of life.
RG, the shiny black shoes line makes me think of Dostoevsky, a master of describing angst and misplaced authority. I think the attachment to technology makes it even more difficult for most to have idle time and restricted liberty.
I read the Metamorphosis when I was 12 or 13. It stayed on the fringes of my consciousness all of this time. I am inspired to go back to read some more FK. Please let us know how your story is received.
Thanks Glen. I wonder how many readers caught the line:
"Officer, can I kiss the tips of your shiny black shoes? Let me polish your badge for ya." Although it's mine, the concept is right out of "The Penal Colony," a hilarious (yet deadly serious) short story about dehumanization.
That's the level of humility and debasement the system reduces us to. Here's the definition from Wikipedia:
The term "Kafkaesque" is widely used to describe concepts, situations and ideas that are reminiscent of Kafka's works, particularly The Trial and "The Metamorphosis", in which the settings of a work evokes feelings of senselessness, disorientation, helplessness, and being overpowered by bureaucracies, often in a surreal, nightmarish setting and milieu.
Spending a night in jail demonstrates how true it is. "Sit on the bunk bed, maybe... That's the only decision you have to make, or not. That's it... Sit on the bed... Yes, makes sense... What a great idea!"
We're so disoriented we don't know what to do with ourselves at the most basic and fundamental level.
RG, What makes ya think Kafka is not well known? Betcha 15%-20% of A/Ners have read him and 30% who can define Kafkaesque.
Steph. To tell the truth I love the piece. I usually get over a hundred reads on my posts but this one didn't seem to engender any interest. I guess it was too long; I was hoping it was engrossing enough to hold the reader's interest.
Funny thing about Kafka, I guess he's not as well known as when I was in college in the '60s. When Einstein visited Prague in the 1928 (I think it was) for a conference, city officials asked if he wanted to see the sights. The scientist said, "Heck no. Take me to see Franz Kafka." (Paraphrased.)
The DUI Story sure says a heck of a lot about society and consciousness. Here's Kelly and I discussing the arts and science, and we get harassed by a cop who's into pro wrestling and hockey. He takes the moral high ground and calls me "worthless." MJ causes no harm to the body, but booze causes damage to liver, heart, and kidneys; yet booze is legal, not to mention cigs. (Google "Dr Lester Grinspoon podcast" for corroboration of this.)
It's the difference in worldview that makes the story so shocking and poignant. I sent the story to a few literary magazines. We'll see what happens. I guess it proves it's no good to get emotionally involved with one's work, like a shrink or doctor. It's just that the story was true. There really was a carriage horse named "Daisy" and Francisco Goya was the very first artist to protest war—and that was in the 1800s.
Thanks, Steph. Your support was a big help in putting this up there. To answer Glen's question it's about 90% true. So any new readers will have to guess what small part of the story was fabricated and what was reality. There really was a carriage horse named "Daisy." there really was a General Pierre Beauregard who gave the order to fire the first shot that started the Civil War. There really was a NYC Police Commissioner Ward who got absolutely soused on the Thruway. It didn't make the papers but I heard it from the horse's mouth.
There is a of stuff in there, that's for sure. I think we can have a lot of fun with the reality of it.
It would be wonderful for me if the writings of Kafka acquired some interest. Not many people, even great and famous people, have "eponyms" named after them. A slum might be "Dickensian" or a coward called a "Quisling", but a run-away, Fascist or Totalitarian state, using mind-control, creates "Kafkaesque" conditions.
Enjoyable read RG. Stream of consciousness and philosophy, what a combination. Is it fiction?
Biology question: Did life in the deep sea hydrothermal vents originate independent of other life? If so why are scientists in searching for life elsewhere in the universe so intent on finding similar conditions extant at genesis of life on earth?
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Home > News & Events > Wayland Press Release Archives > 2004 News Releases > March 2004 > Wayland, Logsdon Seminary bring MDiv to South Plains
Wayland, Logsdon Seminary bring MDiv to South Plains
PLAINVIEW - Talk about a heavenly union.
Wayland Baptist University has entered into a partnership with Logsdon Seminary at Hardin-Simmons University to bring the Master of Divinity program to the South Plains.
The agreement will allow students to take courses from Logsdon faculty on the Wayland campus in Lubbock with credit toward the 72-hour advanced standing Master of Divinity degree (for students with a baccalaureate degree in religion or theology). Wayland students who may already be working toward the Master of Arts in Religion or Master of Christian Ministry degrees may apply their coursework toward the MDiv with Logsdon, provided they have not yet graduated.
"This will be helpful for Wayland students because they can work on two degrees at once," said Dr. Fred Meeks, chairman of the Division of Religion and Philosophy at Wayland. "It would require some work, but a student in our region could feasibly do the Master of Religion and Master of Divinity degrees in three years."
Students interested in pursuing the Master of Divinity would need to apply and be admitted to Logsdon and then register for the courses to be held in Lubbock. Classes are open to any resident in the region who desires to work toward a seminary degree.
Both Wayland and Logsdon officials are excited about the arrangement because of the benefits to both institutions and to students and ministers already serving in the area who may want to pursue seminary training that has previously been out of reach.
"The agreement is really a win-win situation. It's a win for Wayland students because they won't have to uproot and pursue the MDiv, and a win for us because we can offer the degree to a wider audience," said Dr. Tommy Brisco, dean at Logsdon. "It's a win for the students as well, because it makes the degree more accessible for them. The partnership affords a great opportunity for us to further theological education for people who are preparing for vocational ministry. The agreement allows us to partner with Wayland in a complimentary manner that serves the churches of Texas and surrounding regions in a way that allows both programs to flourish."
Brisco said that while students could attain the majority of coursework through Wayland and Logsdon courses in Lubbock, the remaining 24 hours of the degree would need to be completed at the Abilene campus. To help students with this requirement, Brisco said Logsdon is devising mini-terms to be held during the summer months, making for less travel and time away.
Meeks said the first classes under the new partnership will be offered in the fall. A total of three courses - one per term - will be offered per calendar year in Lubbock.
Wayland already has standing agreements with all Southern Baptist seminaries under guidelines of the Association of Theological Schools - the main accrediting agency for such institutions - that allows half the courses from an earned master's degree from Wayland to go toward the Master of Divinity program at seminaries. Under the new arrangement, however, students can transfer all their credits to a seminary degree before they graduate.
For more information on enrolling in graduate degrees in religion, contact either the Wayland religion department at 806-291-1160 or Logsdon Seminary at 325-670-1287.


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Tone Balone needed a new logo design and created a contest on 99designs.
A winner was selected from 56 designs submitted by 15 freelance designers.
I am a passionate software developer on a tight budget for this start-up, but I only need a simple logo. My start-up is working on innovative band marketing tools that will leverage the great tools currently available on the internet. Besides tools we will also be providing analytics and important statistics.
I want to give you an idea for designs I like. Since my company is in music marketing, I expect the designs to come out much different than the logos I will list but it's always helpful to know some logos I like....right? The list is below (in no particular order):
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Feel free to post low fidelity mocks before designing the entire thing if that works better for you (I am not a designer so I don't know if it makes sense to do this). Also feel free to ask me if I like a logo on a certain website that represents the feel you would like to design. I am very excited about this and VERY available.
The target audience is internet savvy musicians and bands.
I need a logo as a vector file. All used images most be royalty free for business use. If there are extra costs involved for buying any royalty free images you've used, please state so upon submission!
I want the logo to read in a small size (around 75x25) because I have to put it on a widget. This is not required if you have something that I REALLY like, but I prefer it.
The first impression...
-make viewer feel like they can trust us
-we will save them time/money
Some visual elements you could use are musical notes, or a G-clef looks a lot like an ampersand so my current logo uses that, but I don't like my current logo too much. You can view my current logo here:
Feel free to use whatever colors you want in the logo design. The splash page is only temporary. Although, after you design the logo the way you want, it would be great to get a version that has the colors of the splash page (it doesn't have to look very good, just match for the time being because i will design the splash page around the logo colors in the near future).
Feel free to use the tag line "Forgetful fans love us". However, I need to be able to edit this text using photoshop.
That's it. Have fun! And feel free to ask any questions. I will respond quickly and will comment on all submissions.
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Thursday, August 25, 2005
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Being at an event with THIS many people in attendance?
Incredible! Papa did wonderfully, as I knew he would :)
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The Holy Name of Jesus
Litany of the Holy Name
Novena to the Holy Name
"Jesus, Name full of glory, grace, love and strength! You are the refuge of those who repent, our banner of warfare in this life, the medicine of souls, the comfort of those who mourn, the delight of those who believe, the light of those who preach the true faith, the wages of those who toil, the healing of the sick. To You our devotion aspires; by You our prayers are received; we delight in contemplating You. O Name of Jesus, You are the glory of all the saints for eternity. Amen." -
St. Bernardine of Siena
Praise the Lord!
Praise, O servants of the Lord!
Praise the name of the Lord!
Blessed be the name of the Lord
from this time forth and forevermore!
From the rising of the sun to its setting
the name of the Lord is to be praised!
Psalm 113.1-3
To You, Lord Jesus Christ, I consecrate myself today through Your Most Holy Name. I consecrate to You all my thoughts, words and deeds, all my sufferings and labors, all my hopes, consolations and joys. I consecrate to You my body with all its senses, my soul with all its faculties, my entire being without reserve. In particular I consecrate to You my heart so that it may love only You and may be consumed as a victim in the fire of Your divine love. Jesus, I place my trust in Your most Holy and Sacred Name. I beg for the remission of all my sins through Your infinite mercy. I place within Your hands all my cares and anxieties. Do with me what You will, my Jesus. Take this offering of myself and give me a place within Your Divine Heart forever. I promise to love You and honor You and to spread, as much as I can, devotion to Your most Holy Name, until I draw my dying breath. Amen.
Names and Titles of Jesus
Feast of the Holy Name
Sanctus, Sanctus, Sanctus,
Dóminus Deus Sábaoth.
Pleni sunt caeli et terra glória tua.
Hosánna in excélsis.
Benedíctus qui venit in nómine Domini.
Hosánna in excélsis.
Holy, Holy, Holy
Lord God of Hosts.
Heaven and Earth are full of Your glory.
Hosanna in the highest.
Blessed is he who comes in the
name of the Lord.
Hosanna in the highest.
-Isaiah 6:3, Matthew 21:9, Missale Romanum
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