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We're still getting everything set-up, for now please file patches into bugzilla.icculus.org
You can chat with like-minded individuals on
irc.freenode.net, in the
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We're on twitter.
There's a wiki up now, as well.
TODO on iodoom3 itself:
- Add SDL for portability on input handling and window management.
- cmake for building
- Cleanup compile-time errors
- 64bit
- installers for the top three platforms (Windows, Mac, Linux)
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wiki (probably mediawiki)
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Die Walküre
Live from the Metropolitan Opera New York
To celebrate 200 years since Wagner's birth, Radio 3 is broadcasting live performances of the entire Ring cycle throughout April and May.
Today is Die Walküre starring soprano Deborah Voigt, mezzo-soprano Stephanie Blythe, tenor Simon O'Neill, soprano Martina Serafin, bass-baritone Mark Delavan and bass Hans-Peter König. Fabio Luisi conducts the Metropolitan Opera Orchestra in this seminal work.
Siegmund is reunited with his twin sister Sieglinde and together they flee the wrath of Sieglinde's jealous husband Hunding. Siegmund dies at Hunding's sword, but Sieglinde – who is carrying Siegmund's child – flees. All the while, Brünhilde vows to protect the lovers, herself being doomed to mortality by the end of this installment.
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Mojo is a 100-foot, custom-designed Ditmar Donaldson motor yacht created for intimate events. Her facilities and features make her a popular choice for celebrations, weddings, commitment ceremonies, as well as corporate retreats and teambuilding excursions.
Length: 100 feet
Seated Meals: 56 Guests
Buffet Meals: 90 Guests
Cocktails: 100 Guests
Experience the European styling of this sleek, contemporary yacht. Mojo Offers lush accommodations including staterooms, lounge area with full bar and a comfortable top deck for dining or entertainment. Mojo is available in Newport Beach, Marina del Rey and Long Beach. Also available for offshore events, whale watching and cruises to Catalina Island.
Mojo has been was featured on the following television shows:
Hells Kitchen, The Bachelor, Date my Mom, For the Love of Ray J, The Tyra Banks Show, Columbo, Baywatch, VIP, and Blind Date.
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December 10-14, 2012 Royal Pacific Resort at Universal Orlando
Thank you to all those who attended the inaugural Cloud & Virtualization Live! event. It was an exciting opportunity for IT professionals, systems administrators, developers and consultants to gather in one location to develop their skill sets in evaluating, deploying and optimizing cloud and virtual-based environments.
It was an amazing week in Orlando – attendees spent 5 days in Cloud & Virtualization Live! educational sessions, as well as in sessions from the other Live! 360 co-located events (at no additional cost): SharePoint Live!, Visual Studio Live! and SQL Server Live!.
Everyone learned from some of the best in the business and had a good time doing it – check out the slideshow below!
For additional education and training for IT professionals, make sure you check out TechMentor Orlando, March 4-8, 2013. Track topics include Windows PowerShell and Automation, Mobility and BYOD, Cloud and Virtualization, Security, and Microsoft Certification Training – full track and session listings are available here. Registration is now open – sign up today! Don't forget to follow us on Twitter (@CVLIVE360 or #LIVE360) for conference news and updates!
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A PET/CT scan is a non-invasive procedure that provides unique information about the body's metabolism, cell function, and the exact location of disease, specifically cancer, cardiac and neurological diseases. PET/CT scan is one of the most advanced and powerful imaging techniques available to diagnose diseases. Having a PET/CT scan streamlines testing and decreases the need for invasive biopsies, reducing the time, pain, and expense of multiple procedures for the patient
How PET works
A patient receives a compound injection, like glucose, labeled with signal-emitting tracers. A scanner records the signals these tracers emit as they journey though the human body and collect in the various organs targeted for examination. As the tracers move through the body, a computer assembles the signals into actual images for viewing by your physician. All body cells use glucose, however, cancer cells are highly metabolic and use more glucose than neighboring cells. The strength of the signals makes cancer cells easy to spot on a PET scan.
Physicians use PET/CT scan in several ways, including:
Whole Body Scan
- Helps physicians diagnose many common cancers, including breast, colorectal, esophageal, head and neck, lung, lymphoma, melanoma, ovarian, pancreatic, thyroid, and musculoskeletal tumors
- Identifies what portions of the body contain cancer
- Determines whether the cancer has spread to other organs
- Evaluates how well the patient is responding to treatment
Heart Scan
- Distinguishes healthy heart muscle from non-functioning tissue after a heart attack
- Identifies whether or not the heart muscle is getting adequate blood supply
- Evaluates the extent of heart disease in patients being considered for heart bypass or transplant operations
Brain Scan
- Differentiates recurring brain tumors from healthy tissue for targeted radiation therapy
- Differentiates lymphoma of the central nervous system from toxoplasmosis, a disease with similar symptoms caused by a microscopic parasite
- Differentiates Alzheimer's disease from dementia that is caused by multiple mini-strokes
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94 N. Main Street, Jasper, GA - (706) 253-2457
Gail Kincaid
Mrs. Gail Kincaid, age 62, passed away Thursday, August 6, 2009 at Emory Hospital in Atlanta after a courageous battle with cancer.
Gail had a passion for her paint horses and was a member of Bent Tree Saddle Club of Jasper. She retired from Lockheed Martin as a design engineer.
She was preceded in death by her loving husband, Ronald Kincaid and Blue Ridge, Ga. She is survived by her mother, Laura Price; sister, Betty Dockery; nephew, Brock Dockery, all of Knoxville, Tn.; nieces, Kristin Alley, Rock Hill, S.C., and Sherry Wilcox, Mineral Bluff, Ga.; and great-nieces, Rosalie Dockery and Lauren and Kate Alley, Rock Hill.
The funeral service was held at 1:30 p.m. Sunday from the Chapel of Roper Funeral Home with interment in Chastain Memorial Park in Blue Ridge.
Wilbern Pendley
Mr. Wilbern T. Pendley, age 81 of Canton, passed away Thursday, August 6, 2009 at Northside Hospital-Cherokee.
Mr. Pendley served in the US Marine Corps and was a veteran of the Korean Conflict. He retired from Shell Oil Co. with over 30 years of service including Driver of the Year Award. Mr. Pendley was a Mason and member of the Cherokee County Shrine Club.
Survivors include his wife, Mildred Pendley, Canton; sisters, Wynell Ingram, Marie Higgins and Shirley Herndon, all of Jasper, Colleen (George) Slaton, Dawsonville, and Naomi (Jim) Baldwin, Ball Ground; and brother, Terry (Brenda) Pendley, Dawsonville. Several nieces and nephews also survive.
The funeral service was held at 12:30 p.m. Saturday, August 8 from Sosebee Memorial Chapel with the Rev. Buddy Roper officiating. Interment followed in Cool Springs Baptist Church Cemetery.
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Barbara Ray
Barbara Ray, age 64 of Jasper, formerly of Canton, passed away August 5, 2009 at Life Care Center of Copper Basin.
Survivors include her husband, Donald W. Ray, Jasper; daughter, Carla Keanum, Jasper; son, Corey Ray, Jasper; granddaughter, Sydney Keanum, Jasper; sister, Ann Usry, Jasper; and sister-in-law, Betty Rutledge, Canton.
The funeral service was held at 4 p.m. Sunday, August 8 from Sosebee Memorial Chapel with the Revs. Scott Price and Eric Mayo officiating. Interment followed in Hopewell Baptist Church Cemetery.
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LouVennie Estes
Mrs. LouVennie Walker Estes, age 74 of Nelson, Ga., passed Tuesday afternoon, August 4, 2009 at Wellstar-Kennestone Hospital in Marietta.
Survivors include her daughters and son-in-law, Terry Roper and Karen and Mark Young, all of Nelson; grandchildren, Holly Roper and Daniel and Jason Picklesimer, all of Nelson; and sisters, Judy Wilkie, Jasper and Juanita and Kenneth Dean, Ball Ground. Several nieces and nephews also survive. Mrs. Estes was preceded in death by her parents, Bob and Flara Walker; sisters, Pauline Neisler and Linda Mull; brother, Charles Walker; and grandson, Joseph Picklesimer.
The funeral service was held Friday, August 7 from Four Mile Baptist Church with the Rev. Sylvester Ridings officiating. Interment followed in the church cemetery with Kenneth and Frank Dean, Bryan Walker, Chris and Dean Wilkie, Steve and Micky Neisler and Scott Mull serving as active pallbearers. Honorary pallbearers were Jonathan Mull and Mark Neisler. Cagle Funeral Home in charge of arrangements.
Christine Holmes
Mrs. Christine Holmes, age 82 of Marietta, passed away Friday evening at Wellstar Community Hospice in Austell.
Survivors include her brother and sister-in-law, Teo and Gerdie Lueck, Germany; brother- and sister-in-law, Wendy and Louise Holmes, Jasper; step-son, Johnny Holmes; and step-grandson, Jared Holmes, Ellijay. Step-great-grandchildren and a host of nieces and nephews also survive.
The funeral service was held Sunday at 3 p.m. from the Chapel of Roper Funeral Home with the Revs. Tony Ramirez and Von Hinton officiating. Interment followed in Sunrise Memorial Gardens.
Zola Cheever
Zola Cheever, age 89, of Canton, died Saturday, August 8, 2009. She was a homemaker and was Presbyterian.
Survivors include her daughter, Michele Schluenz, Big Canoe; grandchildren, Laurie Moss, South Carolina, and Michael Schluenz, Texas; and three great grandchildren.
The body was cremated and a memorial service will be held at a later date. South Canton Funeral Home & Chapel in charge of arrangements.


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A federal judge on Thursday gutted SCO Group's $5 billion, Linux-related lawsuit against IBM - renewing debate about the Utah company's future.
Concluding a six-week review, U.S. District Judge Dale Kimball upheld federal Magistrate Brooke Wells' June decision to strike down two-thirds of SCO's allegations. The Lindon-based software company contends IBM violated its contract and copyrights when it allegedly leaked SCO-owned Unix code into the freely-distributed Linux operating system.
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August 30, 2012
In 2010 Svante Pääbo and his colleagues sequenced DNA that they isolated from a finger bone fragment discovered in the Denisova Cave in southern Siberia. They found that it belonged to a young girl of a previously unknown group of archaic humans that they called "Denisovans". Thanks to a novel technique which splits the DNA double helix so that each of its two strands can be used for sequencing, the team was able to sequence every position in the Denisovan genome about 30 times over. The thus generated genome sequence shows a quality similar to genomes that have been determined from present-day humans.
In a new study, which is published in this week's issue of the journal Science, Svante Pääbo and his colleagues compare the Denisovan genome with those of the Neandertals and eleven modern humans from around the world. Their findings confirm a previous study according to which modern populations from the islands of southeastern Asia share genes with the Denisovans. In addition, the genomes of people from East Asia, and South America include slightly more genes from Neandertals than those of people in Europe: "The excess archaic material in East Asia is more closely related to Neandertals than to Denisovans, so we estimate that the proportion of Neandertal ancestry in Europe is lower than in eastern Asia", the Leipzig researchers report.
"This is an extinct genome sequence of unprecedented accuracy", says Matthias Meyer, the lead author of the study. "For most of the genome we can even determine the differences between the two sets of chromosomes that the Denisovan girl inherited from her mother and father". From this the researchers can tell that genetic variation of the Denisovans was lower than in present-day humans. This is likely due to that an initially small Denisovan population that grew quickly while spreading over a wide geographic range. "If future research of the Neandertal genome shows that their population size changed over time in similar ways, it may well be that a single population expanding out of Africa gave rise to both the Denisovans and the Neandertals", says Svante Pääbo, who led the study.
The researchers furthermore generated a list of about 100,000 recent changes in the human genome that occurred after the split from the Denisovans. Some of these changes affect genes that are associated with brain function and nervous system development. Others possibly affect the skin, the eye and dental morphology. "This research will help determining how it was that modern human populations came to expand dramatically in size as well as cultural complexity while archaic humans eventually dwindled in numbers and became physically extinct", says Svante Pääbo. Earlier this year, the Leipzig researchers had already made the entire Denisovan genom...
This project has been funded by the Max Planck Society. The finger bone was discovered by Anatoly Derevianko and Michail Shunkov of the Russian Academy of Sciences in 2008 during their excavations at Denisova Cave, a unique archaeological site which contains cultural layers indicating that human occupation at the site started already 280,000 years ago. The finger bone was found in a layer which has been dated to between 50,000 and 30,000 years ago.
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French school teachers come to Tech to study Rio Grande Rift, Oct. 20, 2005
by George Zamora
SOCORRO, N.M., Oct. 20, 2005 – A contingent of teachers from French schools from throughout the United States and Canada recently traveled to the New Mexico Tech campus in Socorro to attend a weeklong workshop on geologic topics concerning the Rio Grande rift.
The group of 15 French-speaking science teachers, most of them French citizens, received several hours of classroom instruction combined with on-site field observations in an interactive instructional clinic that focused on one of New Mexico's most significant geologic features.
The Rio Grande rift is an active zone of plate tectonic spreading. The upper mantle and crust along the rift have been actively stretching toward the west for the past 32 million years.
Several geoscientists from New Mexico Tech and New Mexico Bureau of Geology and Mineral Resources, an on-campus research and service division of the university, lent their expertise in seismology, volcanology, geomorphology, geochronology, and mapping techniques to the teachers during the week, at times with English to French translations being provided by some of the bilingual participants.
The French Rio Grande Rift Clinic, the first of its kind held solely for teachers associated with French preparatory schools, was largely arranged by Marc Roux, one of the participants and a teacher and head of the Department of Biology and Geology at French International School, located near Washington, D.C.
"The instruction that was kindly provided to us by New Mexico Bureau of Geology and New Mexico Tech geologists throughout the week was the essential core of this professional development program," Roux explained.
On one of their geologic field trips, the group of teachers journeyed to a field site in Socorro Canyon, located about five miles west of Socorro, just off of U.S. Highway 60. There they studied exposed sections of a fault scarp formed by an active fault of the Rio Grande rift.
Recent studies by New Mexico Tech researchers indicate this particular fault has been associated with two or three significant earthquake events in the last 120,000 years.
Later that morning, a few miles down the highway at a large road cut near Box Canyon, the French visitors examined layers of volcanic ash, lava, and an exhumed feeder dike in the moat of the Socorro caldera. This "super volcano" was formed during the earliest stages of rifting about 32 million years ago.
During the week, the French-speaking science teachers also visited the IRIS/PASSCAL seismic research facility on the New Mexico Tech campus, El Malpais National Monument and the Zuni-Bandera volcanic field near Grants, and San Lorenzo Canyon, located north of Socorro near the center of the Rio Grande rift.
In previous years, Roux had accompanied groups of his own students for similar geologic field trips to New Mexico, which also were coordinated with geoscientists at New Mexico Tech.
"When these students went back to their schools and began creating web pages and detailed reports about their experiences here in New Mexico, their teachers also got excited about the possibilities and asked me if I could arrange for such a program to be put on for them as well," Roux said.
Roux, who has a bachelor's degree in geology, said his marked interest in New Mexico geology was sparked by a family vacation to the state taken about four years ago.


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One day in June, the better part of the U.S. Olympic rowing program flew to London for the Henley Royal Regatta in a sudden alpha-male rapture that left behind only the very young, the injured—and Cameron and Tyler Winklevoss.
The identical twins believe that they are the rightful founders of Facebook, and in seven years of litigating to this effect have fused America's fascinations with courtroom drama, Wasp culture, and genetic novelty to make themselves an object of cultural wonder, the Winklevii, multi-media contortionists who might feud with a former Treasury secretary (Larry Summers, while president of Harvard, declined their request to punish the undergraduate Mark Zuckerberg and recently called them assholes in a public forum), then join with Snooki, a fellow late-imperial oddity, in the pitching of pistachios online, before appearing as a $1,600 question on Jeopardy! ("Last name of twins seen here? They put their oars in the water for Oxford as well as Harvard . . . ")—all in the same six-month period.
The brothers sat in sloppy lotus positions beneath a network of domed surveillance cameras, in a plastic-polymer Quonset hut in the scrubby desert, working through a series of performance-enhancing yogic visualizations with the sandy-blond, Jesus-bearded Jake Cornelius.
"Let's do some breathing first," said Cornelius, who has written on his blog about the often uncontrollable rage and anger that led him to embrace rowing as an emotional outlet. "Let's all just count, like, 10 breaths."
Cameron and Tyler sat with legs crossed, wrists upturned, identical Buddhas breathing in and out, in and out, in and out . . .
"We're gonna sit here and breathe a little bit. As you get ready to do these weights, think about the best race you ever had. Think about how it felt to win. Think about what it was like to come to the dock afterwards. Think about what the coach said. Try to bottle that feeling up."
It seemed like they might float up past the Olympic banners, then through one of the surveillance cameras into heaven's rented portion of an air-conditioned server-maintenance facility just outside Palo Alto.
"Now think about the worst race you ever had, and how shitty it felt to lose."
Tyler's face tightened against the memory of failure. "Now let's go do some weights," said Jake Cornelius, "and never feel that way again."
Late American Nobility
The Winklevosses have been living and training in the California border town of Chula Vista since last December. It is a sputtering neon error of beauty academies and pawnshops, recently terrorized by a homicidal Tijuana drug gang skilled at dissolving bodies in chemicals.
It was here, in 1989, before the housing bubble burst and Mexicans were festooning highways with one another's severed heads, that a group of businessmen arranged to build the U.S. Olympic Committee a $65 million training center on 150 acres of land donated by the EastLake Development Company, a local homebuilder—a facility where athletes could pursue the Athenian ideal year-round, presumably to the benefit of area property values.
The night before I flew out from New York, the twins announced that they were abandoning their plan to petition the Supreme Court to break from matters of constitutional import to please get them more money from Facebook.
The response of the anonymous commentariat was joyous and unforgiving: "Maybe the Winklevii started to notice that instead of just being privileged egoists they had become an international joke," wrote one commenter on a New York Times blog. "Perhaps they should run back to the cover of anonymity before their family name is forever sullied ... whoops too late."
But when I sat with them the next morning in the training-center cafeteria, they said they weren't quitting at all. "It's not in our DNA," Tyler told me, more by way of admission than bragging, then explained that they were merely changing strategies, and why, in order for justice to be served in the fable of Winklevoss and Zuckerberg, they're going to need another $650 million.
In their 2008 settlement, the Winklevosses received $65 million—$20 million in cash, $45 million in stock—in exchange for dropping all claims against Facebook. (An undisclosed share of this settlement was, and remains, owned by a co-litigant, Divya Narendra, the Harvard classmate with whom they enlisted Mark Zuckerberg's programming services.) The settlement's value now stands at approximately $200 million. But, as the twins tell it, Facebook told them its shares were worth $36 each while internally valuing them at only $8.88, which meant the $45 million stock payment—once revalued at the accurate amount of $8.88 a share—was worth only about $11 million, a $34 million sleight of hand which, as Facebook's stock has split and soared, now approaches, yes, $650 million: a never-had and yet somehow-lost fortune which the Winklevosses' chromosomes demanded they fight for.
So they contested the settlement on grounds of securities fraud, then undertook the cultural flagellantism of explaining to jobless and indebted Americans that, if they could only understand the 1934 Securities Exchange Act, they would realize that two physically perfect congenital millionaires were in fact wronged little guys—just like them.
It was deeply important to the twins that I understand the humbleness of their roots—their father, Howard Winklevoss Jr., worked his way through Grove City College, their grandfather had an eighth-grade education, their great-grandfather thought Xerox machines were portents of evil, and in old age was fully hunched over after years of working in the Pennsylvania coal mines, alongside his own father, who died of black lung.
In their mother's family, unwashed vaudevillians roamed the Wilsonian countryside in canvas-covered flatbeds, living off pratfalls and song.
"Have you seen Deer Hunter?" asked Tyler, in trying to convey the specifics of Winklevossian beginnings.
"Watch the first hour of Deer Hunter," assured Cameron.
But poverty acquires romance only when escaped: their father parlayed his Grove City accounting degree into a professorship at Wharton, and that into Winklevoss Technologies, whose business of licensing actuarial software to Fortune 500 companies generates $20 million in annual revenues and has established the family among the upper class, with a Greenwich estate and Quogue beach house, each valued at $10 million, say the brothers—a long way from immigrant blight.
So they are heirs not to blue blood, but to something that, in 2011, may be regarded as more ridiculous altogether: the American Dream. Here is aerobic proof that, for a stretch of history running from Normandy to Lehman, the alchemy of longing and suffering could lift a family from Pennsylvania's coal country to Connecticut's Gold Coast—an upward leap unthinkable for most of history.
The Winklevosses seem almost a parody of the Jazz Age sportsman: Tom Buchanan in eerie duplicate. They modeled their rowing careers on that of a Greenwich neighbor, Ethan Ayer, an oarsman at Harvard and Cambridge. Both were accepted at Harvard early, and after graduation began training to represent America as gentlemen-athletes at the 2008 Beijing Olympics, where, rowing in a pair, they placed second in the semi-finals, but failed to win a medal. Next came a year at Oxford, Anglophile Shangri-la, rowing in the elite Blue Boat and pursuing M.B.A.'s while enrolled at Christ Church. And then, in October of 2010, The Social Network swept the weekend box office, combining celebrity with educational pedigree and money to complete the appearance of eternal aristocracy.
But the narrative of rapid ascent has always demanded a measure of sobering tragedy: in 2002, their sister, Amanda, died at the age of 23. The New York Post ran an article soon after the death—"Tragic Final Scene: Tears for Film Fan Who Died on Movie Set"—reporting that she had collapsed after being ordered off the ramp of a camera truck on the Chelsea street set of the movie Analyze That. Amanda had just made a documentary on 9/11, said the piece, and had hoped to introduce herself to filmmakers. It had been raining heavily, and friends in her company who saw her reach for a cable as she fell speculated that she may have been electrocuted. Others who knew her "vehemently slammed" police reports that the death was drug-related.
But Cameron and Tyler told me that their sister began suffering from depression when she was 20, and like many she found escape in drug use, which, on that June night, resulted in a cocaine overdose and cardiac arrest.
"When you have a lot of talent you don't necessarily have to be gracious and consider everyone," said Tyler. "She'd go into a room and treat everyone the same. It's rare you see that."
"We've outlived her by almost a decade," said Cameron. "But I always view her as older. I still find myself thinking, What would Amanda think about this? Throwing a question up against this mental image . . . "
Tender Ears
'We're the guys who are trying to carry the torch of justice forward," says Cameron.
Justice has, of late, disagreed: "The Winklevosses are not the first parties bested by a competitor who then seek to gain through litigation what they were unable to achieve in the marketplace," wrote the Ninth Circuit court's chief judge, Alex Kozinski, in dismissing their appeal this spring. "At some point, litigation must come to an end. That point has now been reached."
The Winklevosses had an elite team of advisers, said Kozinski, and therefore should have known better—they were screwed fair and square. It's a point with which the brothers seem to at least partially agree. They alleged that their lawyers, Quinn Emanuel, had committed malpractice, claiming they had failed to provide a proper valuation of Facebook's shares, and therefore should forfeit their $13 million contingency fee. An arbitration panel ruled in Quinn Emanuel's favor, and so, subsequently, did the New York State Supreme Court.
The twins might now be well embarked upon their post-Facebook lives were it not for the revelation of a third screwing of the Brothers Winklevoss by Mark Zuckerberg.
"Yea i'm going to fuck them," the undergraduate Zuckerberg had I.M.'d a friend while ostensibly working with the Winklevosses, explaining his intention to delay their planned social network and so benefit his own pre-natal Facebook. "Probably in the ear."
The message was leaked to Business Insider, along with others, and published there in March of 2010. The brothers say the messages should have been made available to them, and are now trying to overturn the settlement once again, using Federal Rule of Civil Procedure 60(b). Rule 60(b), notes the blog Litigation & Trial, was most famously deployed in the case of Anderson v. Cryovac, which was the basis of the 1998 John Travolta vehicle, A Civil Action. In the case, the plaintiffs won a modest judgment, then discovered that damning evidence had been kept from them, and with it petitioned the courts to open an entirely new trial.
Which is what the Winklevosses have asked of Douglas Woodlock, the federal judge before whom they first filed suit, in 2004, but with one key difference: they never had a trial—they settled in mediation, which is binding, and that plays heavily in Facebook's favor.
"I've had plenty of people ask me why the Winklevosses can't just be happy with $65 million and move on," says Aaron Sorkin, who in writing The Social Network all but created the Winklevii in the mass-mind. "I know they've seen the I.M.'s Mark wrote while he was building the site that say, 'I'm going to fuck the Winklevosses in the ear.' These guys were built to win—they're not just gonna 'move on.' They're not going to see that the game's over and Mark won in a rout."
'In my opinion, it's all about how much pain you can make the other guy feel," said Dan Walsh, another Olympic rower, when asked to explain the lure of a sport that offers neither fame nor fortune, and why two highly advantaged individuals would spend their 20s pursuing it—the Winklevosses were then weeks away from their 30th birthday. "It's about trying to break him."
And the power of this new strategy is that it requires only modest success to get the Winklevosses what they want, which is not control of Facebook, but rather to cause Mark Zuckerberg pain measurable in pride and money, and through this pain to avenge their own ideal selves by asserting their will over his.
The Carriers of the Torch of Justice were living in one among thousands of midsize Mediterranean villas built by the same developers who had given land for the Olympic training center two decades ago.
They made sure to show me the profile of "Cameron Winklevoss" on ConnectU—the name of their briefly also-ran Facebook competitor—which the undergraduate Mark Zuckerberg is reported to have created as a mockery after hacking his way into the site. (Zuckerberg declined to comment.) "Languages: WASP-y," the profile read. "Ethnicity: Better than you," "Hair color: Aryan Blond."
"Where's the outrage?" Cameron asked. "Can you imagine if we did this to him?"
It's true—if the Winklevosses had done the equivalent to Zuckerberg, it would have been construed as a hate crime, not collegiate folly. Groups who have suffered historically get cultural protections not afforded those who have presided over historical suffering: A well-studied impression of an inbred British aristocrat may win you friends at a cocktail party. An equally evocative napalmed Cambodian peasant probably won't. And yet the Winklevosses descend from technophobic Pennsylvania hunchbacks. And Mark Zuckerberg is a product of Westchester, Exeter, and Harvard, a lifelong elite.
But then, some people are born with powerful arms capable of rowing forever in pursuit of gold in all its primitive glory, and others come out with tiny little flippers and must learn to eat with their feet. Who was ever promised logic and fairness?
"He must think we'll go away," said Tyler. "He must think he'll get away with it."
It's unlikely that Mark Zuckerberg thinks about them at all. In his own mind he must have outplayed them in the only real game there is—that of an organism pursuing its own self-interest. Now he was 400 miles north in Palo Alto—where the twins themselves were raised until the age of four—receiving rock stars and heads of state, credited by some with enabling the Arab Spring, one of the youngest billionaires in recorded history. And they were here in a mock-Sardinian villa, lambasting him to a stranger.
It went on for a while, and then Cameron checked CNN.com. mexican troops replace police in half a state that borders texas, read the main headline, and we decided that a chaos-flouting journey into Mexico would be a good idea.
Los Winklevoss
In the brothers' shared BMW M3, we drove alongside a van from Bee Out Bail Bonds, then past a cinder-block "exclusivo" dental clinic, then beneath a billboard bearing the anesthetizing visage of Dr. Carlos Buenrostro, chemical-peel king of Tijuana. Tyler stopped to insure the BMW against violent theft, and Cameron considered life after Facebook, rowing, and 30.
"We could go to Hollywood," he said. "We know Kevin Spacey. We know [Scott] Rudin. How many times have you read a book and thought, This needs to be a movie?"
Profitable exile in one of the bric nations was also a possibility. "Brazil would probably be the most natural," he said. "I mean, China, you really have to speak the language. And in India you gotta know people. And then Russia's just Russia."
"Gentlemen," said Tyler, returning. "We are insured."
We crossed the border on a surge of self-awareness, alive not in a moment but in something far greater, a plot point, three men simulating three men escaping into Mexico, land of drug cartels and body-filled pits and cowboys hiding in frontier myth. "It's like that guy in No Country for Old Men," said Cameron. "What's his name?"
We drove past a highway trash fire before descending into a realm of dung-ocher hovels through which the Pacific emerged, making each of us a brief Balboa.
We drank Coronas at a surfside bar where Tijuanans cheered on Mexico against the U.S. in soccer. The brothers were offering a free guided tour of Mark Zuckerberg's executive failures when a young local—we'll call him Felipe—with inky hair at shoulder length, a beer in one hand, a cigarette in the other, introduced himself. He was an aspiring Yosemite park ranger and nodded warmly when asked if he used Facebook. "I find a lot of girls on it," he said, "a lot of pussy."
"Are you the twins?" he asked of the identical creatures before him.
"Which twins?"
"From the movie! Are you for real? Or are you the actors?"
They denied it, absurdly. "Yeah, you're the fucking twins," said Felipe, studying their faces, then pulled off his cigarette like a student of smoking in film.
"That'll kill you," said Tyler.
"Everything will fucking kill you," said Felipe.
"Who is your favorite character from The Social Network?" asked Cameron. "Who do you like the best?"
"The No. 1 character is definitely the guy who played them, right?" said the young man, unhelpfully. "He was a baller 'cause he's a millionaire now—he's the owner."
"Do you think that's the most important thing?"
"He fucked a lot of people up, right?"
"What do you think of the people he fucked up?"
"If I was them?"
"What would you have done?"
"I would fuck him up."
"If he was in Tijuana, if he was here, what would you do?"
"Man . . . " Felipe fathomed the dark enormity of his experience. "Here is crazy, Dog."
"Crazy thought?" misheard Tyler.
"Crazy, Dog," Cameron corrected him.
"But in a perfect world," asked Tyler, "how would you fix it?"
"In a perfect world?" said Felipe. "There is no perfect world."
More people now recognized the Winklevosses as either themselves or a recently cloned Armie Hammer, and Felipe assumed the proprietary grandeur of a Victorian circus impresario before some engagingly deformed beast. "These are the ones who came up with the idea for the Facebook, but had it stolen from them," he explained to one and all, in Spanish. "But don't ask them that. If you do, they might get offended."
The Mexican soccer team defeated America 4–2, a victory sweetened by the presence of a compound American marvel, Harvard-pedigreed, Hollywood-certified, flesh-made-celluloid, celluloid-made-flesh. They signed autographs, received party invitations, and posed for iPhone pictures with locals who examined the photos as soon as they got their phones back, finger-zooming in and out with awe of self, child-like, fleetingly possessed of the primitive wonder which ascribes photography directly to magic, and once inspired fear of Xerox machines, and keeps the millions wondering why they can't stop staring at a Web site whose greatest debt will always be to Pavlov.
We passed the Hotel St. Francis and its life partner, the Pueblo Amigo hotel and casino. We drove alongside a flatbed truck full of ranch hands who held a long Mexican flag woven of post-consumer panty hose twisting in the highway wind, sequined with headlight glow. They honked in dialogue with the whole crawling highway, celebrating victory over America with an automotive drum circle, faces bright with sun and wind and booze.
A steel fence encaged the road by the border station, where a little boy walked the traffic juggling plastic balls for tips as if juggling were the most tedious thing in the world. Cameron drifted into the wrong lane, then came to the wrong border post—and just like that the Connecticut-plated BMW was under suspicion as a drug runner. We were asked to await a drive-through X-raying, then wedged between a body-rotted pickup truck and a minivan whose rear panel was being sniffed by a rangy German shepherd.
"These guys," said Cameron, drawing our detainers into his messaging, "are making their decision based on not how we look. On the facts. And the fact is we could very well be struggling"—this slip was the only fracture in an immaculate façade of control and confidence, and he swallowed it like a spit of bile before correcting—"smuggling drugs here."
"Scrutinizing our actions, not what we look like and the fact that we're Americans," Tyler added. "If they were waving us through despite that we made this mistake, that's a problem. I'm upset about that."
"I'm totally O.K. doing this," said Cameron. "We deserve this."
"I guess what I'm saying," Tyler continued, "is the process to become a customs officer must be rational and logical and devoid of ignorance because Mexicans guarding this line with Mexican surnames and allowing or disallowing guys who have American passports would not be possible if the same type of attitude that we've faced from judges were applied. These guys would be knocked out because of the way they look or because of a movie or something.
"That's the irony here."
"Do you think they're recording every conversation?" wondered Cameron.
"Probably," Tyler said, like he actually didn't think so but didn't feel like going into it.
"Like, do you think that they're recording this conversation right now?"
"Probably," said Tyler. "And so this is the large problem: that nobody's talking about actions. Everybody's talking—dwelling—about the kinda guys involved."
"'What do they look like?' " asked Cameron, of himself and Tyler. "'Square-jawed.' Like, 'Where did they go to school?' 'Where are they from?'"
"The spotlight's on the aggrieved party."
"Life . . . " Cameron sighed.
"And you can go to, like, airport security?" interrupted Tyler. "People who are Muslim should be allowed to be security guards—right? There's a difference between being a fundamentalist and being al-Qaeda and being Muslim. It's absurd to think otherwise. But certain people have not even reached that standard of thinking with regards to us."
"I think I got a lot of color today," said Cameron.
"We rowed and there was a lot of sun," said Tyler.
The border X-ray pulsed through the German sports car, and maybe a little through our skin, and maybe even a little bit through our bones, and it felt like nothing at all, and then we were back in America.
The identical twins ate identical cheeseburgers with identical fries and identical shakes at the Chula Vista In-N-Out Burger, which is roughly identical to all the other In-N-Out Burgers.
"I've been told by journalists that Facebook is upset anytime we're mentioned," said Cameron. "This is the raining on the parade, the dark cloud looming over, um—you know that they just want to blow it away instead of trying to understand: 'Why is it here?' And 'How can we fix this and make the sun shine?'"
I offered that Facebook couldn't "fix this and make the sun shine"—to even vaguely acknowledge charges of securities fraud would be unthinkable for a company about to file a $100 billion stock sale with the S.E.C.
"We could all forgive and forget," said Tyler. "We could easily do a settlement and just, like, we wish them well, they wish us well, blah blah blah—there's no admission explicitly there."
"But now you're not crusading for justice anymore," I told them.
"Well . . . " Cameron realized Tyler had said too much. "That's true—"
"Well, it's implied that—" Tyler tried to clarify: "No, because, look, if we feel made whole and right and the wrong was righted, that's, I think that's—look, you can have, you can bury the hatchet and also . . . "
'The more the data banks record about each one of us, the less we exist," wrote Marshall McLuhan at the birth of the Information Age, though in all his pessimism he never guessed we'd perform the data entry free of charge, and like it.
Mark Zuckerberg frightens many in appearing to view privacy not as civilization's Ur-right but as a basically silly notion to be slowly outgrown. He is a homogenizer of experience, a commoditizer, and so obliterator, of the private self. But what could be more in step with history's de-personalizing course? Once, the sun went around the earth, and the light of the stars was that of heaven, and each town had its own little hamburger shop.
The Winklevosses—Gentlemen of Harvard, Olympic dreamers, Leyendecker men—could not more fully evoke the past, which, for better or worse, always loses to the future.
They don't see it this way, citing the 1997 genetic thriller Gattaca as a testament to the resilience of the human spirit, and, by extension, their own legal prospects. Then they bickered for a while about whether or not, in that movie, Ethan Hawke was a better swimmer than his genetically perfect brother, whom both misremembered as having been played by Jude Law. They went back and forth on this point for several minutes, until finally Cameron got a plot summary on his iPhone and read it aloud to prove that he was right and Tyler was wrong.
And Tyler hated losing.
"We're quibbling, Cameron," he said. "Let's move on."
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Shrub, vine, tree, generally erect, often thorny
Leaves simple, generally alternate, often clustered on short-shoots, generally petioled, generally stipuled; blade often 13-ribbed from base
Inflorescence: cyme, panicle, or flowers solitary in axils
Flower generally bisexual, radial; hypanthium subtending, surrounding, or partly fused to ovary; sepals 4 or 5; petals 0, 4, or 5, clawed; stamens 4 or 5, alternate sepals, attached to hypanthium top, each generally fitting into a petal concavity; ovary superior or partly inferior, chambers 25, each 12-ovuled, style lobes or parts 13
Fruit: capsule, drupe
Genera in family: 55 genera, 900 species: especially tropical, subtropical; some cultivated (Ceanothus ; Colletia , anchor-plant; Gouania ; Phylica ; Rhamnus ; Ventilago ; Ziziphus )
Reference: [Brizicky 1965 J Arnold Arbor 45:439463]
Shrub, small tree, prostrate to erect, thorny or not
Stem: branches generally arranged as leaves
Leaves alternate or opposite, deciduous or evergreen, petioled; blade 13-ribbed from base, margin entire or not
Inflorescence: generally panicle-like aggregations of umbel-like, 3-flowered clusters
Flower generally < 5 mm; hypanthium surrounding fleshy disk below ovary base, in fruit thick, not splitting; sepals generally 5, lanceolate-deltate, incurved, colored like petals, persistent; petals generally 5, hooded, white to deep blue; stamens generally 5, opposite petals; ovary superior, 3-lobed, chambers 3, each 1-ovuled, style parts 3
Fruit: capsule, ± spheric, 3-valved
Seeds 3, ± 3 mm, 1 surface convex
Species in genus: 45 species: North America, especially w
Etymology: (Greek: thorny plant)
Reference: [Rensselaer & McMinn 1942 Ceanothus Santa Barbara Bot Gard 1308]
Hybridization common (named hybrids not recognized here);hybrid forms may not key adequately.
Plant erect, open, < 3.5 m
Stem: twigs round, white- to rusty-tomentose, becoming gray to brown
Leaves opposite, evergreen, < 3 cm; stipules persistent; petiole 26 mm; blade ± ovate, 1-ribbed from base, firm, tip obtuse, margin turned under or not, generally with few shallow teeth, upper surface olive-green, glabrous, minutely rough, lower canescent to tomentose
Inflorescence raceme-like, < 3 cm
Flower white
Fruit 68 mm; horns on shoulder; ridges 0
Chromosomes: 2n=24
Ecology: Dry ridges, slopes
Elevation: < 1100 m.
Bioregional distribution: Outer South Coast Ranges (Santa Barbara Co.), Transverse Ranges, Peninsular Ranges
Distribution outside California: n Baja California
Less hairy plants with ± flat leaf margins in n of range have been called var. planus Abrams; plants < 1 m, with upper leaf surface tomentose in Otay Mtns, San Diego Co., may be hybrid, C. X otayensis McMinn
Horticultural information: DRN, DRY, SUN: 7, 8, 9, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24; STBL.


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Hiatus. That appears to have happened to me in all aspects of blogging. It's not been a conscious decision to be so unreliable with regards to my writing and cartooning, it's just the way it's happened!
And so, on this my 29th birthday, I thought I would post. As many of you will know, I will soon be getting wed. I designed the invites and they are Spineless Wonders themed!
Full Day Invite
Evening Invite
Do ya like them? What do you think of Sparky, did I do my mother proud?
Ms Katykins and The Spineless Wonders 🙂


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Oh, "Tammy." Can I call you Tammy? I hate to break it to you, but the thrill is gone.
I'd like to say it's me, not you. But I really think it's you.
As the latest, loudest, R-rated, plus-size incarnation of Melissa McCarthy's comic psyche, you had such promise. But the party's over. The fun has officially left the building.
And let me make this clear — it's the shtick not the size that's the problem.
Ben Falcone, McCarthy's significant other, makes his directing debut with "Tammy" and shows he's blinded by love. That's sweet. Warms my heart. You can sense his adoration in every scene, because he doesn't so much direct as watch and wait until the object of his affection is finished with whatever bit of madness she happens to be into at the moment.
Unfortunately all that love does not translate into an amusing or poignant movie — both of which the couple is going for in their screenplay collaboration. There are some laughs and, at least on screen, more than a few tears. But it doesn't come together with the kind of satisfying punch a comedy should deliver.
A lot of very good actors have been pulled into this train wreck. But with the exception of Susan Sarandon, who plays Pearl, Tammy's trash-talking, whiskey guzzling, sex-crazed grandmother, they are mostly wallpaper, part of the set dressing on the stage that's been created for McCarthy.
It all begins on a very bad day. Tammy's late for work, driving too fast and sure enough, there's a deer in the road. Honestly, and it pains me to say this, pay attention to the deer-crash scene. Brutus, or whatever his name is, uses those big, brown, beautiful buck eyes to do the best emoting you will see in the entire film. And I'm not being even slightly sarcastic.
The deer on the grill is just the beginning of a run of bad luck. That bump in the road makes Tammy even later to her job at a typical fast-food joint, where her officious boss Keith (Falcone) summarily fires her. He'll need some McCarthy-styled humiliation first, a blend of wild gesticulation and verbal barrage that have become the actress' comic trademark, which is the film's raison d'être and its fatal flaw.
Long story short: car breaks down on the way home. Tammy finally arrives to find her hubby Greg (Nat Faxon) sharing a romantic dinner with Missi (Toni Collette), a neighbor. More McCarthy-styled humiliation, this time mixed with some seriously hurt feelings, ensues.
Next stop is Mom's. Allison Janney as Deb administers a little tough love, which sets out the movie's theme — it's time for Tammy to grow up, stop acting out, get her life together and stop blaming other people for her problems.
A road trip is required.
As it happens, Pearl wants to break out of a rut too. And with a car and a wad of cash, she has the means to do it. After some insult trading, grandma and granddaughter are on the road to self-empowerment. But make no mistake, "Thelma & Louise" this is not, though Sarandon's wind-blown curls and infectious smile are a constant reminder.
There will, however, be good men — Earl (Gary Cole) for Pearl and his son Bobby (Mark Duplass) for Tammy — a lesbian Fourth of July party thrown by cousin Lenore (Kathy Bates) and her girlfriend (Sandra Oh), a robbery, a few stints in jail, a lot of whiskey and beer, a lot of dancing and a lot of personal growth. Which is to say, if there's a point or a punch line, it will be hammered to death.
While Tammy gets plenty of tough love along the way, and not just from Mom, McCarthy is clearly in need of some too.
The sad truth is that we fall out of love with comics almost as fast as we fall in love with them. Few have escaped. Chevy Chase's pratfalls were funny — for a while. Eddie Murphy's rap was hysterical — until it wasn't. Vince Vaughn's deadpan delivery was special — then not so much. Jack Black's eye-arching outrage was a hoot — but short-lived. Adam Sandler's idiocy — well, I'm not sure that was ever very funny, it's certainly completely lost whatever charm it had.
Like other actors, comics have to mix it up. It's what Bill Murray did with "Lost in Translation," earning a well-deserved Oscar nomination in the process. Murphy made an impressive dramatic turn in "Dreamgirls," Oscar-nominated as well. Robin Williams' crossover began in earnest with "Good Morning, Vietnam" in 1987. A decade and two more Oscar-nominated performances later, he would win for "Good Will Hunting." And as much as I've loved watching Sandra Bullock falling down over the years in romantic comedies like "Miss Congeniality" and "The Proposal," it's been such a treat to see her push into different terrain — from her Oscar-winning insistent mother in "The Blind Side" to her space engineer in "Gravity."
McCarthy is clearly talented, and there are certainly hints in virtually every role that she's got the pathos and pain to match the comedy. But comedy is her calling card. Her aggressive, in-your-face, physically fearless style was a refreshing surprise at first. It brought her success long before her breakout in 2011's "Bridesmaids."
The problem is she just keeps playing the same card: Opposite Jason Bateman in "Identity Thief," opposite Bullock in "The Heat," which they'll apparently reprise in "The Heat 2" at some point. There is the softer-gentler couples version in the long-running CBS sitcom "Mike & Molly." The bulk of her future projects appear to be dealing it too.
Shuffling the deck wouldn't mean walking away from comedy. It just means occasionally giving us, and herself, a break. Whether or not the actress can make the leap to Oscar-level work is an open question, but wouldn't it be nice if McCarthy tried to answer it?
MPAA rating: R for language including sexual references
Running time: 1 hour, 36 minutes
Playing: In general release
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Language learning in a Swiss German high school with the programme 'Rousseau Mobility'
One semester Erasmus in Denmark
Aside from the educational, cultural and personal benefits, doing an ERASMUS year can give your future career a definite boost.
Curious about how schools and universities work in other countries?
Ok, you'll still be at school – but you'll be making new friends, improving your language skills and getting to know a whole new culture.
There are 2 main reasons you might need to have your studies recognised in another country: when you are going on an Erasmus or other exchange, or when you want to move to another country to study or work.