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On a cold December night in 1985, two strangers lock gazes across a bar. The man is handsome; a young Freddie Mercury (plus the mustache, minus the unitard). The woman, barely old enough to be considered one, is pretending to have already grown out of her awkward teens for the sake of the bouncer. She's wearing contacts tonight to show off her green eyes. The music's loud. He buys her a drink. They dance. His head bobs over hers and she likes that, a luxury in her lanky life. He takes her to his dorm room. His roommate's already gone home for Christmas break so they have the rare college luxury of privacy. She steps around piles of clothes, the wooden floor chilling her feet. She doesn't remember which college she's at. I'm conceived.
I always knew I was adopted. People tell of their adoptive parents' dramatic revelations, the ensuing identity crisis and abandonment issues. I never had any of that. As an unaware child I made other kids feel uncomfortable when they teased their younger siblings about being adopted until they cried, and through their tears I'd chime
Me too!
oblivious smile plastered to my face.
I accepted my adoption like a child accepts the fact that they have blue eyes or ten toes: unconsciously. But as I grew, so did my curiosity about where I'd come from. I already understood that questions of this nature made my parents uncomfortable, especially my mom. The day I was assigned to make a family tree for a fifth grade school project I asked my mom what my nationality was. She responded
Well, your dad's Italian, and I'm Swedish, so that's what you are.
I wondered who she was trying to fool. Did she think nationalities were contagious? Spend enough time around someone, and their blood becomes yours? I asked her what my real nationality was. She gave me a mumbled answer including the phrases
maybe German and
can't really remember.
When I asked if she could find out, she vaguely told me she had papers somewhere, but that she didn't know where they were. My child ears heard a "no" that resounded through my teens. But the wondering burned.
I became acutely aware of differences between me and my family members, looking for clues. They all have very different personalities, none of which are anything like mine. This normal variation in any family became a false breadcrumb trail for me to follow.
My mom grounded me once when I was five. I stomped to my room, took a book out, and my anger dissolved into a reading coma for the next two hours. She never grounded me again, but grounding did work on my little sister, eliciting the more natural reaction of tears and shouts. A clue.
My gregarious sister's free time included: Going to concerts, peacocking with her friends, dressed in sequined dresses and high heels and wigs at 13. Kissing boys behind the stage of the theater she painted sets for. Willingly being laughed at by her peers while performing on the improv team. My free time included: Reading my psychology textbook in its entirety that first sunny August day of class. Spending quiet nights crying on the phone to my math whiz friend, begging for help with pre-calc. Failing on the track team, running slow, jumping low, and remaining friendless. Lying on our hammock in the summer until my arched back ached, reading book after book on my steamy front porch.
On the way to church youth group one day, I told my mom I didn't want to go because I didn't like anyone there. Popularity was currency there, just like anywhere when you're 15. She said she found all the kids there perfectly nice, so it must be a problem with me. I wondered if she was right. Years later I asked her why she made me go to something I so obviously loathed, something that made my high school career significantly more miserable. She said she figured I was lonely. Breadcrumbs.
For my mother, religion is as instinctual as breathing. So is talking. Both of these traits meant I spent a lot of time in the car after church waiting for her to stop talking to her friends, Bible nestled in the crook of her arm. For someone who readily shares so much, privacy wasn't observed in our house. My sister and I shared a room and our bedroom door didn't even close all the way, slatted like an immodest dressing room door. She rifled through my diaries and eavesdropped on my basement phone calls, kindling a quiet rebellion in me. I liked to imagine somebody blood-related to me would see the value of a door that closes.
Both of my parents still live less than 50 miles from where they were born and raised. I went to the same high school as my mom, and my classmates were the children of her old high school classmates, an important determiner of who I comingled with. My parents feel satisfied and fulfilled in small-town Indiana, or at least they pretend to. They have their family to bicker with, their friends to go out to eat with, and Chicago just an hour away, if they ever need to get away, which they don't really. They don't empathize with my desire to dangle my legs over an Irish cliff, or eat Thai food, or burn my feet in foreign sand.
I left for college at 17, and haven't gone back but for short stints during a few summers. Instead, I traveled. I started small: working at a diner for a summer in Philadelphia, doing sleep research in Providence, tutoring dropouts in Dayton. I found a family in France to work as an AuPair for and flew across an ocean to work for those strangers. I briefly returned to the US for grad school in South Carolina, then worked a year in Spain, two in Brazil, ending up (for now) in Arizona just because. The last person in my family to see South America was my Italian grandfather, back in the 30s when he worked construction in Venezuela before coming to America and never speaking Italian again.
At 19, I became impatient. I was a sophomore in college, studying psychology and growing into myself; I was flourishing, gaining confidence. I liked to pretend I wasn't afraid of my parents anymore. I finally asked my mom what she knew about my birthmother. Via email. She said she'd send me everything she had about her. I knew there'd have to be a future conversation with her about things that to me were obvious, filled with
of course, you're my real mom
no, I don't see you any differently,
but that could wait. I had a package on the way.
It was winter, and I headed from the post office to my speck of a dorm room, eager to get back to my cozy haven. I headed past my living room wall plastered with magazine pages and headed to my bed, the bottom of a bunk surrounded by a navy blue sheet that kept the light out. I called it the cave.
I opened my package there in faux privacy, fingers shaking. In it contained the answers to questions I'd had for more than a decade. I opened birthday cards from my first, fourth, seventh birthdays, drawn by my birthmother's hand, who obviously shared my affinity for cats and doodles, as they adorned the covers. I read a letter she'd written me in 1988, should I ever want to find her. Her name is Shirley. The letter was written in pink ink, her only being in her early 20s at the time, our neat handwriting eerily similar. I pulled out a picture of her taken in the early 80s: same awkward frame as I had in high school, same green eyes, dirty blonde hair, long arms and braces. I found another one from the early 90s, foreshadowing what I would look like a few years from then. There was even a cassette with a recording of my in-utero heartbeat. I scrounged around my dorm floor for a cassette player and listened, trying to connect the sound I was hearing with what was beating inside my own chest.
The package also contained a letter from my birth-grandmother, as loving and detailed as the one from Shirley. She had sent mementos and letters to me and my parents over the years, of which I had been clueless about until that moment. I felt relieved to finally know something about her, angry at my parents for choosing to keep these things from me, touched by the unknown people who cared about me, and overwhelmed by these revelations.
I contacted Shirley through the agency I was adopted through. She was overjoyed that I had decided to contact her, and we met on my college campus one Saturday in May. I waited on the couch in my dorm lobby, thinking and sweating. I wondered if I would even recognize her from her pictures twenty years before. When she walked through the door, that thought evaporated. It felt like watching yourself on video, unaware until you're watching that you walk with that particular gait, or swing your arms just so, or hold your face in that neutral expression that disappears the second you look in the mirror. Corporally, she was my twin from twenty years in the future. I studied her face—same chin I've always hated, same steely green eyes, same dark eyebrows. Anyone would be able to tell we were related, a new idea to me.
We hugged and talked and talked some more, getting to know each other outside of letters. She had brought with her a scrapbook filled with me that she had been keeping since before I was born. I saw pictures of her pregnant with me bloating her tiny frame. I saw pictures of newborn me, ugly, fat, and pink. She had the ID bracelet I'd worn in the hospital, and pictures my parents had sent of me growing up.
Shirley also shared a letter my mom had written her when I was two. There were teardrops of gratefulness dried on the page. It was powerful to see how overjoyed my mom was to have me, her first child. After seeing that, I mostly forgave my parents for keeping their sporadic contact with my birthmom from me. I think they were just afraid to lose me.
Shirley started telling me in her soft-spoken way the story surrounding my beginning. She was in love with her high school boyfriend, John. They had been dating for a year when his missionary parents hauled him off to Papua New Guinea for his senior year of high school. They chose to put their relationship on hold until he returned. Shirley was devastated. She began drinking to forget, hanging out at a local bar with a wild new friend she'd made. They devised a contest: first person to have sex with ten guys wins. For this reason, Shirley had no idea who my birthfather was, her being both a beautiful and competitive woman. By her estimate, six guys could have potentially been my biological father.
The upside to her brief bout of promiscuity was that to keep track of her conquests, she'd written down most of their first and last names, phone numbers, and addresses. Since she had this information, the adoption agency asked her for the names of all the guys she'd had sex with between two dates, based on how far along she was in her pregnancy. The total was four, and she gave the information to them so they could write these men, telling them they had potentially impregnated a woman who wanted to give her baby up for adoption, and asking them to formally relinquish their paternal rights, should they so choose. They all chose.
Shirley also shared with me that she'd had an abortion before she got pregnant with me, and that that decision made her choose to carry me to term and give me up for adoption. I get the impression that her abortion experience is a burden that still weighs on her today. I'm grateful to my unborn older sibling for making my life a possibility in Shirley's mind. She sacrificed a lot to have me: her parents kicked her out of her house; she had no job. She knew she'd have to be an overworked single mother or be on welfare if she kept me.
I thought her nothing but brave by the time she finished telling me her story. I couldn't help but think if I were in her same position, that unborn child might not have been so lucky. At the least, I would have been a panic-stricken wreck. It gives me great compassion for anyone who finds herself unintentionally pregnant. She ended up being taken in by a family who worked with the adoption agency by fostering pregnant girls who needed help. She was deeply affected by their love towards one another and her, and the blessing that their big family was. She told me that experience was what made her want to have a large family one day.
When John came back from Papua New Guinea, he wouldn't even hug Shirley hello. She was eight months pregnant with another man's child. She thought she'd ruined everything. A year and a half later they were happily married and ended up having seven children together, my half siblings.
Shirley and I lived a few hours apart, but we continued to talk through email or by phone, meeting up when we could, continuing to get to know each other. I learned I was mostly German and Irish on her side. Some of my siblings have strawberry-blonde hair or bunches of freckles. She and I are exactly the same height and have the same rare shoe size, 10.5 narrow. I learned I'm susceptible to spider veins and that webbed digits run in my family, something I luckily dodged (the jury's still out on the spider veins).
I've never thought of Shirley as a mother; more as a cool aunt or older sister, a mentor I can ask the tough things of. I appreciated her presence in my life, adding to the already great family I have. But over time, my curiosity flared up again. I knew one half of where my genes came from; what about the other half? Why did I love school, becoming the most educated person in my family, while my biological half siblings suffered through their SATs? Where did my assertiveness and ambition come from? And where did I get these big teeth?? Were they all just uniquely me, or was there another genetic breadcrumb trail to follow?
The search for my biological father began when I was in graduate school. Five years later, during the summer break between the two years of my master's program, my curiosity culminated into me asking Shirley for all four potential birthfathers' information, last known in 1985. She gladly gave it and agreed that if I could find current phone numbers for these now forty-somethings, she would make first contact. I accepted and set about researching, a.k.a. cyber-stalking. If you ever thought you had a scrap of privacy, think again. I easily found the current addresses, phone numbers, and birth dates of three of the potential fathers. Shirley called them to verify they were the right men, then I called them to get some further information and ask for pictures. They were all equally surprised, though remembered signing away any potential paternal rights. They were also all more or less cooperative, but I didn't feel that any of them were the right guy.
I had a dream after talking to those three men that I met the fourth man at his cold, snowy home in Wisconsin. He was in his early twenties, the age he was when Shirley met him, and I knew immediately that he was my birthfather by the loud way he swallowed when drinking water, something I've always been made fun of for. He was paranoid and hiding out in his home because people were looking for him. Shirley called me later that week, saying that she had initially spelled the fourth guy's last name wrong, and when she searched under a different spelling and called the number beside it, Todd answered.
The first time Todd called me I was sitting at the pool. Shirley had given me his number, and my heart started pounding in a horrible pre-interview way when I saw it on my phone. She had asked Todd to do a paternity test based on his, his daughter's, and my similarly toothy smiles we'd compared on Facebook, and he'd agreed. He was the right guy. I gathered my nerve and answered the phone, and we talked for two hours. He's the ying to Shirley's yang. He seemed to have no qualms talking to his long-lost surprise bastard daughter.
He told me about his life. He started two construction companies after getting his degree in architecture. Getting ahold of him is difficult because of the long hours he works. He's brash, sharing with me how he told off his son's teacher for scolding him for wiping his nose on his shirt, which is gross but I guess sometimes necessary. He thought that he couldn't be "the father" all those years ago when he got that letter because he remembered that Shirley was on her period when they had sex, and he thought it was impossible for her to get pregnant. First of all, TMI, and second of all, FYI, it's possible.
He told me I'm Native American and Swedish, and that his daughter (my half sister) went to college free for it, something I wish I'd known before paying $60,000 to go to school, though it would seem like a bit of a cop-out. She was studying speech pathology, a major similar to my field in graduate school, and had aspirations to study abroad.
He also made some unbelievable and unnecessary promises, like swearing he wanted to meet me and that he'd fly me up to his home to meet his family. Years later, they still don't know I exist. I told him the first time I talked to him that I wasn't looking for a relationship, just to find out more about myself and where I come from, so I was only disappointed by his flakiness because I think it's a despicable quality to have. And maybe because I see some of it in myself.
I've never regretted finding out this flood of information, only not having the courage to ask sooner. But maybe my nineteenth year was just the right time in my life to find everything out. Perhaps I had to become comfortable enough with myself to be able to be in the right frame of mind to find out so many new things. It wasn't quite the shock that Harry Potter had, but it is an entire history I never knew I had, which could shake even the stablest of people from their mental foundation.
Now I know that I shouldn't be surprised if my potential future children end up with a couple missing permanent teeth or webbed toes (…though let's hope not). I can also rest assured that no deadly disease runs rampant on either side of my biological family, so if I die of one it will just be shit luck. I could have gone my whole life without knowing my biological background, but I feel more whole with that knowledge. Normally incredibly hard on myself, I'm now a little more patient when my bad traits rear their heads, knowing that these are inherited and shared with others, who are fighting daily with the same ugliness too. Everybody's a little bit ugly. And a little bit beautiful. And sometimes our parents are to thank, and sometimes we are, and sometimes something else entirely is.
Growing up, I wondered all kinds of things about where I came from, and to have my bountiful questions answered is more than many adoptees can hope for. Having studied psychology, I couldn't help but weigh the old question of which was more of an influence on me: nature or nurture? And the answer, as always, is both. Though an astounding amount of my personality traits, both positive and negative, are visible in my biological parents, how they've been cultured has everything to do with the years of care and guidance my adoptive parents have given me. And what I choose to make of it all has everything to do with me.


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Miradouro das Lagoas - Poço do Bacalhau - Flores PR3FLO
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This route begins near the viewpoint over the Negra and Comprida lakes.
Start by following the path that skirts Comprida Lake on the right. This area is by endemic flora, especially Azores buckthorns (Frangula azorica), Azores junipers (Juniperus brevifolia) and peat moss (Sphagnum sp.). Upon reaching the road, you will see the Seca Lake.
Turn left at the asphalt road and after 50m take the path on the left to the Branca Lake. This shortcut is often waterlogged and muddy, so take care. Shortly after, you will reach a gravel path. Turn right and after about 1.5km turn left. A little further ahead, pass through a gate and continue on the pasture land near a wall on your right.
After 700m you will reach a stone stairway which will guide you to a new pasture overlooking Fajã Grande. Follow this trail along the fence and after a few metres you will find a steep stairway to the left that will guide you to Fajã Grande.
Upon reaching the road, keep to the right and continue downwards for 500m until you see a sign pointing to the waterfall of Poço do Bacalhau (280m).

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Do you ever feel like certain things just find you? I seem to have a knack for finding galvanized tubs and blue Ball jars. Okay, so maybe the Ball jars are not that hard to find, but it's almost comical- after a day of hunting, I never come home without one.
On Friday I went on a trek for Lineberry carts. These are the same factory carts Restoration Hardware sells for $795. Lineberry carts were once used by the railroad for transporting trunks, and furniture factories used them for moving furniture. I saw an ad on Craigslist for a warehouse sale and these carts were listed. I thought for sure by the time I got the kids on the bus and drove out there, they would be gone. As luck would have it, they were still there. I purchased two carts at a fair price, then I continued on my hunt.
I hit a barn sale on the way home, and lo and behold, they had four Lineberry carts for sale! Their prices were waaay better than my first stop. I couldn't pass them up. I had enough money and room left in the truck for one.
Yesterday my husband and I went back for the rest, and wouldn't you know it, their prices went up! I was able to bargain with the seller a little bit, and in the end we got the rest of them.
I was anxious to finish one right away. I sanded the top using the belt sander, then stained it. Once the stain dried, it was waxed and buffed.
This one cleaned up fairly quickly, some of the others need a little more tlc.
Here's a peek at the cart after we put it in the store:
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"There's an app for that." The punchline of our age. We have outsourced our most basic needs to the gleaming oblongs in our pockets. Whatever you need to do, eat, get, fix or have sex with, let your smartphone take the slack. Every desire is on demand.
But is it true? To put our brave new world through its paces, I'm spending an entire day living exclusively through on-demand mobile service apps to see what our lives might be like in the near-future. Spoiler: quite weird.
At 7am I'm woken by a 60-second phone call from a stranger, Dylan – in America, judging by his accent. This is Wakie, a community of people who act as each other's alarm clocks. "I'm actually Canadian," Dylan says. "Wake up!"
"Sorry," I reply. "I don't mean I'm sorry you're from Canada," I add groggily. Mild awkwardness is a great wake-up call, and 30 seconds later I'm out of bed.
First, let's get work off the table. I browse People Per Hour, a skills shop in which you can commission experienced freelancers, or "hourlies", at knock-down rates.
"Can you write my article for me?" I type. In short, yes. In addition to photographers, graphic designers and coders, there are writers who'll research and write 600-word articles for between £10 and £20. As a writer, I know this is too cheap; I feel faint stirrings of ethical unease. I commission some background research from Kuru, a PPE graduate and copywriter, and move on.
I need a new home for the day. Many startups initially run services from central London before expanding, so that's where I should be. On Airbnb's app I choose a luxurious-looking studio flat in Bloomsbury that will be my base of operations. I request an Uber, and I'm away. All too easy.
Ah yes, Uber. Where it all started. Marketed as "everyone's private driver", it offers a marriage of convenience and elitism at an affordable price. It's an unbeatable package – it's a market leader, with a business valued at $40bn. Yet Uber is also a market leader in controversy. Taxi drivers are up in arms about its monopoly, it is dogged by reports of sexual harassment by drivers, and last year a senior executive suggested snooping on users' private records to conduct smear-retaliations against journalists who publicly criticise it. So that's not great.
My driver, Dikembe, is originally from the Republic of Congo, and has lived here 20 years. He's been an Uber driver for a month, and it works for him. "Uber is good. It's a platform. I'm my own boss, in partnership with them. I choose my hours; I get more jobs this way. I do have to clean the car every few days – everything is about keeping your ratings high. But it's good."
What's less good is my new home for the day. I'd forgotten the closer you get to central London, the smaller acceptable living spaces become. I'm in WC1, so the room feels roughly the same dimensions as my coffin. It's underground, too. The phone reception is terrible.
Time to talk grooming. I'm looking at Priv, a beautician on-demand service. The app is very pink. Bodily intimacies are normalised within external settings, like a salon. What's it like to have a stranger come to your house and shave you? Or give you a massage, or menicure? "Masseur" and "menicure" are both words that make me feel funny, so I opt for a haircut.
An hour later Tania raps at the door and enters, a ball of energy. "I couldn't find it! I walked in a big circle for 40 minutes. I don't mind walking. I'm no girly girl, I can squat 100kg – but not for an hour, you know? You want a haircut, right?" Tania is, in her own words, "a crazy Brazilian" – which also sounds like a procedure you can get on the app.
Tania lays out her equipment. There's no chair in the room, so I sit on my suitcase while she snips away talkatively. Priv is a huge operation in the US, she tells me, and growing here. "Having a beauty treatment in your home, it's more pampering. People like that," she tells me. Tania also does on-demand fitness classes and make-up sessions – one of her clients is Amy Willerton, a former Miss England. I share a hairdresser with Miss England!
I wonder what else is possible with this app stuff. Could I get a crown, I wonder. Can I have a lobster delivered to me? I'm drunk on power and possibility, absolutely corrupted.
There's an app for that. Bizzby is a wide-ranging personnel service which sends "heroes" to your aid. A hero will fetch or do almost anything you want them to – a Sunday paper, a dreidel, a dog that speaks Aramaic… Maybe not that, but it's probably a matter of time. Within an hour, a Romanian named Lucia is at my door, asking what I need. The room's getting quite crowded now.
"You want… a crown?" It does feel silly asking this in person rather than typing it.
"Just a toy one," I say, reasonably. This is Lucia's first hero assignment. Luckily she finds rampant megalomania funny. "Most people need help moving house or arranging a wardrobe," she says. "You're silly."
For my dinner, I use Jinn. It promises to have anything you want, from any restaurant or store, delivered to your door within an hour. I order a crustacean and chips from the restaurant Burger & Lobster. Lucia is still looking up crowns. Tania knows a place in Camden and tells her how to get there. "Or I have a carnival headdress in my house. Big feathers!"
My thoughts turn to domesticity. In all probability the future will be a nightmare world of resource scarcity and climate-change disasters, but also probably less housework. But until we get robot butlers, apps such as Hassle let you book visits from a local cleaner, while door-to-door services like Laundrapp and Zipjet can take care of your washing. I need something quicker. I get back on Bizzby and request someone to do my ironing.
Tania leaves; Lucia returns. She has done brilliantly and we have a little coronation ceremony with me still sitting on my suitcase. It's like the madness of King George. A deliveryman turns up halfway through with my lobster. I really am living the dream.
Zuhra from Bizzby arrives to what must look like a strip-lit, basement-based breakdown. Like the others, she checks in with her employer so they know where she is. I only have one shirt to iron. She laughs at me, which I'm getting used to.
Zuhra is from Uzbekistan – I've never met anyone from Uzbekistan – and has a degree in psychology. She was due to open a summer camp in Ukraine, to teach children English, but then the region's current conflict started. "So we couldn't do it. Money doesn't love me, but God loves me."
I feel ashamed, sitting here in a crown, eating lobster, living off my phone. I put them aside and let the food go cold. Zuhra tells me about her life, how she set up a theatre company, but the hard-hitting plays she was interested in did not find an audience. Zuhra enjoys her work, she says. "I like seeing different people every day." She looks at the room. "Have you been to prison?" she twinkles. "You'd find it interesting. Ha ha!'
After she leaves, I sit in my newly pressed shirt. It's time for the bit of the experiment I've been dreading. Is it possible to befriend a total stranger through an app and meet them for a drink? I'm not allowed to have sex with any of these people, which actually makes this harder. "You don't know me, but how about a friendly drink?" sounds way creepier than: "Wan2bone ?"
Still, in I plunge. WhosHere, Omegle, Skout are all apps designed to help you chat with strangers. They're colourful, like an e- numbers-induced migraine, with incomprehensible pop-up ads every few seconds. They hurt my eyes and offend my soul. I set up profiles and wait.
On Skout I quickly start receiving alerts. "Te pareces a Brus wilis" a woman in Spain writes to me, which I don't understand on a number of levels. December Ladyboy winks at me from Thailand. I get a message from Exequiel, who seems the best bet. "How are you?" he asks. "I'm fine!" I type back excitably. "Heading out for a quick drink. Are you in town?" "Yes," he replies. "In the Philippines."
It's evening and I'm running out of time. I decide to hit the bar alone. I look for a venue which supports BarPass, an app which lets you order drinks in advance.
There are only about five options open, but the bar Holborn Grind isn't too far away. I hop in an Uber and dip a cautious toe into dating apps to see if anyone's nearby.
I get a few matches on Tinder, but scattershot requests for an immediate drink, with the caveat that "sex is not on the table", are not the caramel-dipped charm offensive you might imagine. What about Grindr? I'm not gay, but I am voluntarily drinking in a bar called Grind. Maybe that counts? I'm definitely not thinking straight, at any rate. BarPass isn't working either. I walk up to the counter and ask them how to make it work, which sort of defeats the point. They've never heard of it.
I stare at corrugated torsos and good hair and single-entendre usernames on Grindr. What the actual hell am I doing trying to pick up gay men to not have sex with? This is ludicrous. I'm quite relieved it's hard to pick up human strangers. I decide to pack it in.
Leaving, I pass a group of friends loudly applauding a cocktail barman. I ask one of them, a 23-year-old photographer named Monwar, if he met any of them online. "People should use their phones less," he says. "You don't really meet a person that way, you know?"
In the cab home I get chatting to my driver. Anwar is from Bangladesh and has been an Uber driver for three weeks. He's feeling the pinch of Uber's rock-bottom prices. He makes £4 an hour. He'd make a few more with Addison Lee, but they only take experienced drivers. "I'm a family man and my daughter is disabled," he says. "There's no maximum limit on the hours I can work, as long as I'm not tired. But I don't want to be on the road all the time."
I feel weirdly tired, though I've had everything done for me all day. What has surprised me is how un-anonymous the impact of technology can be, enabling real encounters, putting faces to our service economy – Congo, Brazil, Romania, Ukraine, Bangladesh. But capitalist technology emancipates in one direction: greater convenience for one section of society entails inconvenience in another.
My phone vibrates. Kuru's article has arrived. It's well researched and readable, and one section jumps out: "On-demand mobile service apps leverage smartphone technology, economies of scale and reduced financial risk to offer extremely competitive pricing. Who wins? ODMs win by standing to make great profits, while customers win by saving time and money. It is the freelance workers who often assume the burden of job insecurity in return for cheap labour."
Being driven home, having ordered a takeaway that will arrive 10 minutes after I do, I realise the costs factored into an on-demand lifestyle aren't just financial but human. Access to services might be more direct than ever, but we still have to get around our conscience. I'm not sure there is an app for that.
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Anti-Wage-Slavery, Pro-Freedom Quotations Of The Week 459-461
Even in homes where both spouses work, one in four wives now earns more than her husband. That's partly because of rising education levels among women, falling salaries in manufacturing and blue-collar jobs and the growing need for both spouses to bring home a paycheck. Wives' earnings, said Kristin Smith, a professor of sociology at the University of New Hampshire, have become "critical to keeping families afloat."
Should Old Articles Be Forgot
By WILLIAM FALK
New York Times
Published: December 28, 2009
The institution of employment is a barrier
to democratic freedom and citizenship in two ways. First, economic enterprises have an undemocratic structure, a point that I shall not pursue here. Second, as feminist scholars have demonstrated, the relationship between the institutions of marriage, employment, and citizenship has meant that the standing of wives as citizens has always been, and remains, problematic.
The Anglo-American social insurance system was
constructed on the assumption that wives not only were their husbands' economic dependents, but lesser citizens whose entitlement to benefits depended on their private status, not on their citizenship. Male "breadwinners", who made a contribution from their earnings to "insure" that
they received benefits in the event of unemployment or sickness, and in their old age, were the primary citizens. Their employment was treated as the contribution that a citizen could make to the well-being of the community.
Ackerman and Alstott acknowledge this in their criticism of "workplace justice" (pp.6-7), and their recognition that unconditional retirement pensions would be particularly important for the many older women whose benefits still largely derive from their husbands' employment record (1999, pp.145-46). That is to say, only paid employment has been seen as "work", as involving the tasks that are the mark of a productive citizen and contributor to the polity.
Other contributions, notably all the work required to reproduce and maintain a healthy population, and care for infants, the elderly, the sick and infirm – the caring tasks, most of which are not paid for and are undertaken by women –have been seen as irrelevant to citizenship.
Democratizing Citizenship:
Some Advantages of a Basic Income
Carole Pateman
Coming back to the United States, it has very strong roots in the American working class movements. So if you go back to, say, the 1850s, the beginnings of the Industrial Revolution, right around the area where I live, in Eastern Massachusetts, in the textile plants and so on, the people working on those plants were, in part, young women coming off the farm. They were called "factory girls," the women from the farms who worked in the textile plants. Some of them were Irish, immigrants in Boston and that group of people. They had an extremely rich and interesting culture. They're kind of like my uncle who never went past fourth grade -- very educated, reading modern literature. They didn't bother with European radicalism, that had no effect on them, but the general literary culture, they were very much a part of. And they developed their own conceptions of how the world ought to be organized.
They had their own newspapers. In fact, the period of the freest press in the United States was probably around the 1850s. In the 1850s, the scale of the popular press, meaning run by the factory girls in Lowell and so on, was on the scale of the commercial press or even greater. These were independent newspapers -- a lot of interesting scholarship on them, if you can read them now. They [arose] spontaneously, without any background. [The writers had] never heard of Marx or Bakunin or anyone else; they developed the same ideas. From their point of view, what they called "wage slavery," renting yourself to an owner, was not very different from the chattel slavery that they were fighting a civil war about. You have to recall that in the mid-nineteenth century, that was a common view in the United States -- for example, the position of the Republican Party, Abraham Lincoln's position. It's not an odd view, that there isn't much difference between selling yourself and renting yourself. So the idea of renting yourself, meaning working for wages, was degrading. It was an attack on your personal integrity. They despised the industrial system that was developing, that was destroying their culture, destroying their independence, their individuality, constraining them to be subordinate to masters.
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The whole point of putting the tree online is to share the information, but bearing in mind that there probably are mistakes, I would appreciate it if you could let me know if you wish to add anything from this site to your own research, in case any errors are passed on. The site is an ongoing project and is often updated, so do visit regularly.
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BOSTON—Joffrey Lupul scored twice and Phil Kessel registered a rare goal against his former employers as the Maple Leafs rose to the playoff occasion Saturday night to defeat Boston 4-2 and pull even with the Bruins at a game apiece.
The best-of-seven series switches to Toronto for Games 3 and 4 at the Air Canada Centre on Monday and Wednesday. And the momentum is in the Blue corner after the Leafs broke their TD Garden hoodoo. The last time Toronto scored three goals in Boston was in March 2011.
While the Leafs excelled on the night, a gritty Bruins team refused to yield in a high-stakes game that delivered great entertainment.
Trailing 1-0 early in the second period, Toronto reeled off three unanswered goals before Johnny Boychuk cut the deficit to 3-2 at 10:35 of the third period with a point shot through traffic.
The Boychuk goal cranked up the tension — and the noise. TD Garden was packed with 17,565 — the Bruins' 156th straight sellout — and they were into it.
James van Riemsdyk quieted the crowd with 3:07 remaining, when the big man managed to pull off a pirouette while parked in front of goal, spinning before putting the puck in off goalie Tuukka Rask for an insurance goal and a 4-2 lead.
Nathan Horton also scored for Boston.
Toronto looked in over its head in its return to the playoffs Wednesday, a 4-1 loss that increased Boston's home mastery over the Leafs to 12-1-1 in the last 14 meetings.
But the Leafs came out skating and hitting in a high-octane second game that was intense from the opening faceoff. Looking like a worthy playoff outfit, Toronto outshot the Bruins 12-10 in the first period and outhit them 22-10.
The effort turned into goals in the second period. Unlike the first game, Boston scored first. But Lupul was quick to show his nose for goals as Toronto pulled ahead 2-1 after 40 minutes.
Things looked promising for the Leafs entering the third. Toronto was 20-2-1 this season when leading after the second period.
It didn't take long to increase the lead as Nazem Kadri, after a Boston attack, found a streaking Kessel alone at the Boston blue-line and the mercurial Leafs star beat Rask on the breakaway after just 53 seconds for his first of the playoffs.
It was only Kessel's fourth goal — and his first at even-strength — in 24 games against the Bruins since being traded to Toronto.
A sliding Carl Gunnarssen stopped a Boston two-on-one later in the period after a Jake Gardiner giveaway — one of several on the night.
The hit count was 44-35 in Toronto's favour. Boston held a 41-32 edge in shots.
Both teams made changes for Game 2.
Boston replaced the suspended Andrew Ference with 19-year-old defenceman Dougie Hamillton while Rich Peverley, in place of Kaspars Daugavins, returned to action on the third line with Chris Kelly and 41-year-old Jaromir Jagr.
Hamilton, a Toronto native, was paired with 35-year-old Wade Redden. Captain Zdeno Chara and Dennis Seidenberg were split up, with Chara playing with Adam McQuaid and Seidenberg partnering Boychuk.
Toronto inserted Matt Frattin and Ryan Hamilton at forward, dropping tough guy Frazer McClaren and Clarke MacArthur. Ryan O'Byrne and Gardiner came in for defenceman Michael Kostka (broken finger) and Jean-Michael Liles. Joe Colborne was a healthy scratch again.


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Many, if not all of us have heard gossip in the workplace and some of us will have also contributed to it. Gossip can be about all manner of things, including issues related to the company, such as potential lay offs and rumours of a site closure, to gossip about a co-worker's personal life. Whatever the topic, one thing is clear, gossip can have a hugely negative impact on the culture and productivity of a workplace and must be addressed.
Gossip caused by a lack of information from senior management and how to avoid it:
Gossip that relates to the business can largely be avoided if senior management provides adequate and timely information to employees about company direction, challenges, and potential change. This means communicating in a forthright manner to employees and providing as much information as possible to leave no room for rumour.
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As human beings, we are able to experience a wide range of emotions. However, not all emotions are viewed equally, with many considered either positive or negative, good or bad. In this mindset, negative emotions would include anger, jealousy, fear, contempt, sadness, disappointment, and even grief. Good emotions would include happiness, compassion, affection, empathy, and love. Yet, considering it's perfectly natural for each of us to experience all manner of emotions in our lifetime, it's important to understand that, in reality, no emotion is bad or negative in and of itself, although of course, some emotions do feel better than others.
Emotions are not "good" or "bad"
Positioning certain emotions as negative is so pervasive and so subtle in our society that it usually goes unrecognized. For example, in times of great loss, such as the death of a loved one, if the bereaved person appears to be functioning normally and not "breaking down" into floods of tears, they may be considered strong, stoic, or even brave. They are admired, even praised, for not displaying, publicly at least, a perfectly natural response to loss, which is sorrow and grief.
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In their book How Women Rise: Break the 12 Habits Holding You Back from Your Next Raise, Promotion, or Job, authors Sally Helgesen and Marshall Goldsmith put forward that women face very different and specific challenges than men in advancing their careers. This, they assert, is because there are a number of habits that successful women use to help them achieve success, but these same habits eventually impede future advancement.
While the authors identify twelve habits that get in the way of women's success, I would like to focus on five of them and provide some tips to help shed them.
1. Reluctance to claim your achievements. Humility can be admirable, but it won't advance your career. Avoid the habit of minimizing. This can relate to everything from downplaying the size and importance of the project you're leading to how you helped boost efficiency in your department.
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If you are going from job to job and repeatedly experiencing the same problems, it may be you who is the
problem! While it's possible that you're really unlucky, it's much more likely that you are bringing the same unhealthy attitudes and behaviours with you from workplace to workplace and blaming others for your unhappiness. Here are six tips to help you recognize that it's not them -- it's you!
You Get Fired Repeatedly
It's quite reasonable to get fired once or twice during the course of a career, but getting fired repeatedly signals you are doing something wrong. Rather than blame your boss or others for getting fired, take a hard look at your own behaviour, for example, do you:
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Making the move from a co-worker to the manager of a department can be one of the most challenging situations experienced in the workplace. Some former co-workers may feel resentful about your promotion, believing that they are more worthy of it. Others may have difficulty accepting that a former equal is now in a position of authority.
This shift can be a challenge for all. As the new boss, you must take the lead in recognizing and mitigating any problems that may arise from the new dynamic, so that the focus remains on achieving departmental goals.
Here are some tips for transitioning smoothly from colleague to boss:
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Good conversations are a delight to share in and do much to bring us together. But what is the key to good
Why do some seem better than others? Manybelieve it comes down to content, but while content is certainly important, there is another essential component of good conversation -- and that's talk ratio.
Talk ratio is how much time a person spends talking compared to others in the conversation. This matters because the talk ratio of a conversation -- just like its content -- can do much to define the quality of a conversation and it can dramatically impact how satisfied each participant comes away feeling.
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Conversations can impact how we feel about ourselves and others, as well as who we work for and how we fit in.
If you have ever left a meeting feeling unheard you will know how negatively even a brief conversation can affect you. Conversely, if you have ever emerged feeling victorious, it is quite possible that others may not be similarly overjoyed, even if they say they are onboard. The fact is, neither situation is good for business or good for you.
Judith E. Glaser, in her recent book Conversational Intelligence, describes how good-quality conversations are the building blocks of success. "To get to the next level of greatness depends on the quality of the culture, which depends on the quality of relationships, which depends on the quality of conversations. Everything happens through conversations," she says.
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Setting a date to start a new behaviour is not an unusual way of thinking. But does it really have to be on the 1st of January? The trick to making a change is understanding the change cycle and where we stand in it. Prior to picking a day to start a new behavior, it is important to do the mental preparation necessary to be psyched up to implement the change.
Angela Duckworth, author of Grit: The Power of Passion and Perseverance, had a strong intuition that Grit is enhanced by participating in extra-curricular activities. There are countless studies suggesting that kids who are involved in extra-curricular activities have better grades, higher self-esteem, and are positioned to do better in their life in general. She points out that activities led by a demanding and supportive adult, such as a coach or teacher, "are designed to cultivate interests, practice, purpose and hope." So dance studios, dojos, and swimming clubs are breeding grounds for Grit.
Whether or not you consider yourself to be a leader, the fact is that you most likely possess many of the qualities of a great leader.
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Although many coach trainees engage in mentoring as a credentialing requirement, the opportunity to participate in this self-directed learning is an excellent investment in yourself on both a professional and personal level. The support that comes from a coach mentor brings your learning to a different mastery level.
Mentoring is a time to look at how you position your practice and how you relate to your clients.
Women are as qualified as men to hold leadership positions, yet in 2015 only 23 Fortune 500 companies were led by women. That's less than 5%. Why is there such a huge disparity?1
Research indicated that in contrast to men who tend to be more career-centric and driven by the desire to maximize their financial return, women's motivation is intrinsic. Women are more likely to value meaning, purpose, connection and work-life integration when considering a position.
The Coaching Continuum TM model , as well as the ICA class "Client Screening for Successful Coaching Engagement", were developed recently by Manon Dulude, Phd, PCC, BCC, and Jeanne Erikson, PhD, PCC, BCC. Dr. Dulude researched coaching effectiveness, and Dr. Erikson has been active in ICF coaching ethics development.
Both the Continuum theory and the skill class address what seems to be a knowledge gap in coach training encountered by both novice and seasoned coaches. The novice sometimes reports he or she took on a complex client, but felt unequipped to assist the client reach his or her goals. Seasoned coaches have concurred that after working with a complex client who demonstrated a poor ability to progress, the client likely did not have the capacity to fully benefit from the coaching requested.
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Friendship is a relational expectation in society that develops early in life. Parents want their children to develop friendships in their neighbourhoods, at school, on the sports team they join, and later on at college or university. In childhood, friendships teach us about sharing, equality, inclusivity, collaboration and kindness. They also assist us in learning to develop a strong support system beyond one's immediate family.
I am curious about the impact of juxtaposing the two concepts of resilience and grit. I believe there is a connection between the two. I see both as an attitude toward life and toward problem solving. Resilience is the ability to keep bouncing back during times of adversity while grit is the ability to see failure or a mistake as part of the journey.
This goes beyond any checklist of credentials or skills. Others may have exactly the same list. Instead, we're talking about the personal characteristics you will bring to the future employer. This is what captivates the reader, who may be your future boss or boss's boss, an HR professional, or an executive recruiter.
Intentional living is accepting that while you may not be responsible for the pain you are experiencing, you are responsible for your healing process and your personal growth. Once a client makes this realization, a significant shift occurs.
This week's blog is a guest post from Kevin Arnason, Owner of Motive8Fitness in Halton Hills, Ontario.
You are living in the fast-paced world of a corporate career woman. Your days are long and full of never-ending tasks. You can't find the time to pee, never mind eat your lunch. The thought of adding anything to your current schedule makes you want to laugh and cry at the same time. Does this sound like you?
On April 10, 2014 Manon facilitated the Children's Aid Society of Toronto Volunteer Recognition event. With focus on celebrating their contributions, participants inspired each other by sharing powerful stories and personal reflections about their volunteer experience with CAST. Nearly 80 people attended and were there to connect to each other and with the mission of the organization. Volunteers have had a meaningful impact on the lives of others and recognition events like this enable them to reconnect with their intention of the heart.
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What is the difference between a Job Hunter and a Career Explorer?
A Job Hunter is someone who is looking for a job in a specific field. They know what they want and have a targeted career goal. It is assumed that they have the proper skill set to do the job and that they are looking for a new environment in which to perform what they are trained and skilled to do. Generally their expectations involve a role at a similar level they were doing in a previous work setting or they aim for a promotion of some kind.
Balancing work and home life is a challenge for many. As actors in our own lives, we hold many leading roles (parent, spouse, caregiver, friend, employee, etc.) which are often competing for time and attention. Attending to all these roles and responsibilities is quite a juggling act which from time to time can be overwhelming.
Consider the following tips when you notice yourself to be off kilter:
The Center for Creative Leadership recently published a comprehensive report on the neuroscience surrounding the topic of sleep. Click here to view the remarkable findings.
In April 2013, I had the great pleasure of facilitating a 2-day Coaching Fundamentals training program to 16 people from Handicap International Haiti. This group was rich in cultural diversity with French, Italian, African and Haitian staff. These individuals hold diverse responsibilities in the organization such as logistics, purchasing, project management, finance, security and physiotherapy.
During the training we introduced coaching skills to this group focused on:
Corporate cultures are not single-handedly built by executives and managers. They are the cumulative byproduct of the participation of each individual involved in an organization. Too often, staff ignore the fact that they have a direct impact on the quality of their workplace culture and leave it up to management to fix things. This approach allows staff to disregard the role they play in improving and managing the quality of interpersonal dynamics they themselves create.
1. Members of a group commit to creating a safe environment. Together they agree to use a kind yet challenging approach toward each other.
What if you could discover what makes a goal so compelling that it would be nearly impossible not to achieve it?
Here are a few thoughts that may assist you in reaching your next goals:
1. Stop writing a to-do list of things and calling them goals.
In the Manon Dulude Ph.D. research project "an Effectiveness Study on Telephonic Brief Solution-Focused Coaching on Life Satisfaction Measures", it was discovered that 23.2% of those who volunteered for the study were considered too emotionally distressed to benefit from coaching and more suitable for counseling services.
In 2011, Manon Dulude Ph.D. conducted a life coaching research project to evaluate the effectiveness of a short-term coaching model (brief solution-focused coaching) on the emotional and cognitive aspects of life satisfaction (how positively people feel and think about their life). This research project was a doctoral dissertation requirement. Aspiria EAP Corp. sponsored the research project.
The results of this research were exciting. Click the link for a summary of Dr. Dulude's findings on this short-term coaching model.
In my experience, when people talk about their workplace relationship problems, they tend to attribute the responsibility and blame to the other party and keep focusing on how the other person is just not living up to their expectations. These internal conversations are rarely effective as they fail to acknowledge the relationship as an independent entity and how each person contributes to the "dance" they create together.
For confidential discussion, call Manon Dulude at (905) 873-9393.


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Researchers Use Robots to Study Human Trust
Researchers Use Robots to Study Human Trust
What happens when psychologists and roboticists get together? Well, apparently they create trustworthy robots.
Why do we trust people? An interdisciplinary team of researchers from Northeastern, MIT and Cornell universities in the US believes that it's down to subtle non-verbal cues that we pick up on as we interact with people, and has created a wide-eyed robot to try and find out exactly which gestures help us decide whether a person is trustworthy or not.
Human participants make small talk with the team's social robot, Nexi, for ten minutes, and then play a game called "Give Some," where they have to decide how much money Nexi might give them at the expense of her personal profit, and conversely how much money they want to give her. What the participants don't know is that Nexi is programmed to make specific gestures during the conversation portion of the test to try and determine how those gestures affect how trustworthy she is perceived to be.
"People tend to mimic each other's body language, which might help them develop intuitions about what other people are feeling - intuitions about whether they'll treat them fairly," said David DeStano, a psychology professor at Northeastern. "Using a humanoid robot whose every expression and gesture we can control will allow us to better identify the exact cues and psychological processes that underlie humans' ability to accurately predict if a stranger is trustworthy."
"The goal was to simulate a normal conversation with accompanying movements to see what the mind would intuitively glean about the trustworthiness of another," said DeSteno. "Trust might not be determined by one isolated gesture, but rather a 'dance' that happens between the strangers."
Aside from simply fascinating in its own right, there's a lot of interesting things you could do with this research. A more complete understanding of how we express ourselves non-verbally could go a long way to overcoming the uncanny valley effect, although infiltrator droids using it against us will obviously remain a concern.
Source: Northeastern via io9
I tried to read this article, but I had this song stuck in my head as soon as I saw the picure:-
The robots eyes scare me...
An intrestign experiment though, and, im definetly curious to hear the results
So what were the findings from the study? Hard to feel excited about research without any indication of the results...
Oh god the eyes just keep staring at me....
I think I would find it hard to trust something that creepy anyway but I guess the results will be interesting.
I wonder how many people will just flee as soon as they see it?
If I came across that robot upon first meeting, I'd be trying to destroy it. That thing is not supposed to be hear!
Considering I don't trust my toaster why would I trust a robot O_O!
Go ahead scientists give the robots another weapon to use in the Robogeddon.
Those eyes are so creepy.
Im not going to trust a robot, its fucking creepy.
I like this project. All they need to add is a Portal gun and a sadistic AI to drive the test subjects crazy. Can you kill your Companion Cube?
I do not trust that robot. It has a creepy face.
Dear lord. That robot.
Kill it. Kill it with fire.
Some people might genuinely never trust a robot because their perceptions keep telling them...it's just a robot!
Though this might work on people, who are quicker to give in to the whole spectacle of the show, it'll probably tank on cynics or introverts.
Did they have to make it scary as crap?
Trust Fall!
All I can think of after seeing that robot.
Either there's a missing word in that last bit of the sentence, or using is in the wrong place, because that doesn't track.
COuldn't they do a similar project for much less using some sort of NPC of science? Are we going to get in-game NPCs that respond to these results?
I'm not trusting THAT robot. It's got them creepy eyes.
Saddest part is that three thoughts went through my head the moment I laid my eyes upon this story.
1) Use Robots to Study Human Trust? Isn't that just a bit redundant?
2) OH GAWD THE EYES, the EYES!!
Does it seem a little overboard to employ the cost of a robot for this experiment? Johnny 5 there had to run at least a hundred grand, just to gamble with people to study their reactions (if I understand the concept of the study right). Science couldn't do this with a simple program on a screen? Just another excuse to let SkyNet figure us out better... to make them more efficient killers in the future and to get past the dogs!
all that i think is trying to break it by saying things like Subroutine alpha Beta Gamma or something lol.
what they did NOT say / what´s not shown on the picture is that the Robot is actually 20meters tall.
and here is another robotic human imitator to freak you out:
The first thing he thought of was the uncanny valley.
It's simple just build a robot copy of Tom Hanks.
So not only is Skynet gonna kill us all, we're going to trust them while they do it? D:
We're doooooomed!
The robot is kinda scary... I probably wouldn't trust it, but then I barely trust anyone =P


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Tony says: My girlfriend is so sick. She hasn't pooped in, like, four days.
I think about his girlfriend. It makes sense. I met her once, on a Tuesday—I know it was a Tuesday, because Tony brought her to the science museum, introduced us, and then, as they walked away, Tony said: "Who works on a Tuesday? What a loser!" She seemed impressed by that, so I didn't feel bad when my brain filed her under "looks a little like a troll doll."
Troll dolls, of course, have no orifices, and so cannot poop.
Tony says: Why do I have a sesame seed on my cheek? Where did that come from?!
From a hamburger bun, prepared by the museum café chefs, I think. That should be obvious. I saw you eat it. Tony says: I can only stay for part of the day—I have strep throat.
That's ok, I say. You're just a volunteer. Not a real employee in any way, I think. And I wonder if he should be working with children at all today. That would be a harsh way to learn about microbial life.
Tony says: Never try to anally rape someone.
You're right! I say. But why, Tony, would you even bring that up?
Tony just thought he'd tell me, because, he says, I look like a rapist.
That's a tough pill to swallow, but I'm proud that he didn't reference my "Jew nose" again. I think Tony is growing as a person.
And then Tony takes the leg of a plush toy buffalo and pretends it's his penis. He thrusts into the air above the anthropology play area, and says: You should have heard how many times I farted at school today.
Did you fart a lot, I ask. Tony shouts: Yeah!
Don't fart now, Tony, I warn him.
Tony says: I was going to, but it went back inside me.
I give Tony a present, and I say: That's what she said.
Tony laughs and laughs, and the fart comes back out. He bumps into the desk, toppling a display of sand dollars.
Tony! I say. You broke the one with the hole!
Tony looks sly, and Tony says: I break my girlfriend's hole every day.
Troll dolls, I think. I don't even know what that means, I say.
Tony says: Yes you do, you sick freak.
No, I say.
Tony is exasperated with me. Tony says: I pound her hole every day. Is that better?
I am honest with Tony when I say, no, it is not.
Tony says: You're sick.
Tony's mom asked my boss to let him come in on Thursdays, to give him something to do. My boss asks me sometimes how Tony's doing. He's a good kid, I say. Yeah, she says. He just gets…distracted.
Tony is distracted now. Tony, I ask, what's up?
Tony says: I'm just super tired today.
Dot dot dot, I think.
Tony puffs out his chest and says: Long sex last night.
You're lying, I say. Troll dolls, I think.
Tony says: No, see, I'm worried she might be pregnant! That's a side effect of being pregnant!
Long sex? I ask, trying not to let the words touch anything on their way out of my mouth.
Tony says: No. Not pooping for so long.
I think there's a better test, I tell him.
Tony says: Well, if she starts to grow a big fat belly, then I'll know it's a baby.
I guess so. I guess that's a way to tell. But Tony's education may be lacking in that area. Tony goes to a school with only five other students, because he got beat up at his old school. The new school is better, but not perfect.
Tony says: One kid at my school…
Which one, I ask.
Tony says: Not my girlfriend, and not the kid who takes a taxi every day, and not Jeff, and not the big fat guy. The other one. He thinks he's so cool, because he carries a staff around.
A cane? I ask.
Tony says: No, a staff. Like a wizard. But he's not cool at all.
And then Tony tries to reassemble the broken sand dollar. And then he sings a song with words I would never, ever repeat. Distracted.
Tony, I say. What are you going to do about you and your girlfriend?
Tony says: I'll just stick my hand up her…thing, and yank the baby out.
Tony and I sit with this for a little while.
Tony says, sadly: Black people call condoms gloves.
Why didn't you wear a glove, Tony? I ask.
Tony says: I don't knooow!
He starts to collect his things, and adds: I don't think she's even pregnant.
You have to be sure about that, I say. What are you going to do, Tony?
Tony says: Well, I didn't…we never…I didn't have… sex with her.
Tony has stopped me in my tracks again. How can she be pregnant then?
Tony says: I don't know! That's just what she says. She's worried because she can't poop!
Tony and his girlfriend are a good pair. Two little dolls, keeping each other company.
See you next week, dude, I say.
Tony says: Whatever, pervert.
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Chairman Stephen Koplan, Vice Chairman Deanna Tanner Okun, and Commissioners Lynn M. Bragg, Marcia E. Miller, Jennifer A. Hillman, and Thelma J. Askey made affirmative determinations.
As a result of the Commission's affirmative determinations, the U.S. Department of Commerce will continue to conduct its antidumping investigations of imports of stainless steel angle from Japan, Korea, and Spain, with its preliminary antidumping duty determinations due on or about January 25, 2001.
The Commission's public report Stainless Steel Angle from Japan, Korea, and Spain (Investigations Nos. 731-TA-888-890 (Preliminary), USITC Publication 3356, October 2000) will contain the views of the Commission and information developed during the investigations.
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Product Description: The imported product subject to these investigations is hot-rolled stainless steel angle of equal leg length. Stainless steel angle is produced in straight lengths and has an "L" shaped cross-section. Stainless steel angle that is produced by processes other than hot rolling or that has legs of unequal length is not subject to these investigations. Stainless steel is an alloy steel containing, by weight, 1.2 percent or less of carbon and 10.5 percent or more of chromium, with or without other elements.
Status of Proceedings: 1. Type of investigations: Preliminary antidumping. 2. Petitioners: Slater Steels Corporation, Specialty Alloys Division, Fort Wayne, IN, and United Steelworkers of America, AFL-CIO/CLC. 3. Preliminary investigations instituted by the USITC: August 18, 2000. 4. USITC staff conference: September 8, 2000. 5. USITC vote: September 28, 2000. 6. USITC determinations to the U.S. Department of Commerce: October 2, 2000. U.S. Industry: 1. Number of producers in 1999: One. 2. Location of producer's plant: Fort Wayne, IN. 3. U.S. producer's shipments: (1). 4. U.S. consumption: (1). 5. Ratio of quantity of total imports from all sources to U.S. consumption: (1). U.S. Imports: 1. From the subject countries during 1999: 33 million pounds, $27 million. 2. From other countries during 1999: (1).(1) Withheld to avoid disclosure of confidential business information.


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A sharply crafted, post-bellum epic of love, fidelity and gender switching, from playwright Hamilton.
During the Civil War, five brothers lose their lives at the battle of Bull Run. Hamilton draws the grindingly horrific few days with the detailed clarity of an American Heritage map: crisp, transporting and smart with color—"The smoke from gunfire formed a sulfuric miasma about the men—a kind of death shroud that protects as well as prepares." After the news gets back to the affluent family in Charleston, Hamilton elegantly shifts the family's life course. Perhaps accustomed to having their way, the two sisters who remain at home will each assume the identity of one of their brothers: Grace becomes Henry, and Louise becomes Will. Another devastated family enters the picture, led by a woman named Virginia, who was blinded by warfare. Duped into an extraordinary dance of affection, she falls in love with "Henry" and "he" with her. Hamilton sure-handedly conveys the blindness of love as well as the war-related atrocities visited upon the South, while interweaving an array of threads: death letters, outlaws, piano playing, how to make soil work, how the blind may hear the soul, honeysuckle and wild crocus during wartime. Amid the "ripened corn stained with fresh blood," children are born and children die, as in a scene readers may have seen elsewhere that features the suffocation of child who might give away a hiding place. Hamilton's writing has a way with grief, and what better subjects than war and its debris to reveal it?
A heart-wrenching, moving tale that's achingly believable.


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The fact is that a career within the electrical sphere is a frequent alternative for many people. Within this document we will not use the full term of Electro-Mechanical Engineering but use the term Electrical Industry instead. Also, for ease we will concentrate on those principles that sit within the domestic and commercial markets for the UK. As this is such a wide ranging subject matter we'll begin by sticking to the main area first and come back to the 'add-ons' later.
Basically there are two clear ways to gain admission into the electrical market. Along with apprenticeships for school leavers, students entering the field at a later phase in their life now have an alternative to more traditional amateur routes. Throughout this document we will simply refer to two types of people the 'Junior' and the 'Mature' entrants.
Mature Entrants who join the industry later on do so with the aim of working for themselves, usually as a one person business. Alternatively, 'Junior Entrants' will pick up lots of their work place skills by working with an already reputable electrical company. After they leave school a young apprentice will have many skills to learn during their first few years of working life.
These two distinct types of entry have two separate modes of training: Junior entrants go through NVQ training in England and Wales, and SVQ training in Scotland. The core syllabus is similar to non NVQ commercial training, but the certification is compulsory. New employees gain the necessary course work and testing elements through an apprenticeship or some form of suitable work program.
By opting to work on a freelance basis, many Mature Entrants appear to focus on those areas that provide profitable and practical solutions other than NVQ's. i.e. Those certifications that will get them up and running with the best financial return from their training investment. This system, although appearing to reduce the attributes laid out, does allow for a faster and more solid entry into the domestic market.
With regard to regular earning potential we have two clear paths – one for employees and the other for the self-employed. Whilst self-employed people can choose the hours that they work, we assume that they are working full time for the purpose of this review. The aptitude and talent for getting things done can affect the levels of salary as well as any experience or knowledge gained.
With the right level of experience, 'Junior Entrants' salaries can rise considerably from twelve to thirty thousand pounds per annum. 'Mature Entrants' salaries though are often more difficult to work out, but can rise to 70.000 and above as reported in UK newspapers. However, it should be borne in mind that a self-employed person must meet their own costs for tools, clothes and vehicles (including insurance and petrol.) Allocations for personal/professional insurance will also have to be catered for. That aside, whilst the work is open to market-forces to some degree, the current skills shortage in the UK means that there's a high work-load available. Therefore, working seven days a week (if a student wanted) is a possibility for most. Although by working very long hours and having assistants to help, the figures of 70-100 thousand advertised in newspapers might be achieved, it wouldn't be easy.
Firstly, it is worth pointing out that the working week between the Junior and Mature electricians can vary enormously. Monday to Friday 9-5 would be the working week of most 'Junior Entrants'. That aside the Mature market is equally affected by when their clients are available – this is especially so within the domestic sector, where evening and weekend work predominates. Again, this varies considerably, and many self-employed electricians make the mainstay of their income from office and small business installation, testing and inspection, which is Mon-Fri 9-5pm.
To be fair it's often the boss of a company who states the type of specialist knowledge that Junior Entrants gain whilst in their employ. Whereas the mature entrant can gain knowledge from any trade source – even one outside of the core of electrical work. If they are working mostly in the domestic market, this makes it easier for them to take on larger jobs across a range of disciplines (without having to sub-contract.)
One new, fast growing area – one that invokes a wide array of skills sets and is new to the industry overall – is that of the 'Green Engineer'. The opportunity to provide both employment and potential service contracts, especially in the UK and the EEC sectors, mean that this area is of interest to both Junior and Mature electricians.
(C) S. Edwards 2009. Pop over to Electrical Courses or JobQualification.co.uk/pjobqual.html.


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So south on 12 from Southern Shores through Kitty Hawk into Kill Devil Hills out of Nag's Head on to Whalebone and Bodie Island toward Oregon Inlet toward Rodanthe past Salvo past the residential developments of upper Hatteras…
where traffic thins and land narrows, he and the girls drove and drove and drove, and finally water, water left and right, water straight ahead, they were driving toward water, water and sky and water and sky, finally. Spurts of dune grass barely holding on. In the washed out area at Exe, hit by hurricane Wye in July, bulldozers rumbled in the sun, building walls of sand, preparing for hurricane season starting in September. On the stereo, a double Dylan cd rather than the usual Bob Marley. The girls were trying to please him. For his birthday. To celebrate his first day, his beginning.
On December 8th, 1980, Barbara pulled up to the stoplight at Florida and California Avenues and realized she was one month pregnant. So he was born August 8th, 1981. So he is nineteen today. So he and Katie and Co. are celebrating. With this trip. With Dylan. Any other day, any other trip, they would have had the other Bob on, wailing Bob—-oiyoiyoi-oiyoiyoiyoi-oiyoiyoiyoi-oiyoiyoiyoi—-top man for wahines worldwide. John had yet to meet a wahine who agreed to differ. Not that he disliked Marley, but very little reggae soon fulfilled his need for reggae, therefore he was grateful to have Dylan along for the ride—Dylan the prophet. For his senior thesis in World Religion, he'd written on the mystical prophets of the great religions, proposing—not so originally, he now realized—that Emerson and Whitman and Dylan belonged on the same list. In class, they'd read excerpts of the Old and New Testaments, the Qu'ran, Joseph Smith's Book of Mormon, as well as creation myths of the Middle East and Africa and China, and he'd gotten interested in prophecy, which totally bothered Barbara.
Every great cause, she'd quoted, begins as a movement, becomes a business, and eventually degenerates into a racket.
I agree with you, John said, but that doesn't mean that the original vision was false.
Reading, he'd noticed that the same ideas recur in all mystical systems, in all time, even Barbara's. For example, the importance of love or aloha.
Love, love, love, love is all you need.
The Beatles, he'd told her, or maybe just Lennon, could maybe also make the list.
The Sufi master Halki called the variations and differences between mystics numberless waves, all from the same sea.
So waves. John watched them, surfed them, and knew each one as unique, but also the same: another wave. So he read more Halki. And Sufism. Mohammed understood his own prophecy as an evolved rather than new truth, he read. Which shows integrity, John thought.
On the radio, Dylan asked, Did Judas Iscariot Have God on His Side?
Did he? John asked the girls.
Was he the one who betrayed Jesus? Sylvie asked.
Yeah, Katie said. With a killer-kiss.
They laughed. Well, Jilly drawled. Seeing as the kiss helped Him become God, He might feel some gratitude. Wouldn't you agree to die if it meant you could live forever?
No, Katie said. Why should I care what I am after I'm dead, since I'm dead? They continued toward Hatteras Point, a skinny bar of silence where sky and water meet, blue and blue with only a crayon line of sand between. In the slow sun the wide-angle windshield framed horizontal bands of water, sand and sky.


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Monday, October 29, 2012
You know when it's time to cut your hair...
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Well you've got some AMAZING hair- so I probably wouldn't cut mine either very often if it looked like yours ;)ReplyDelete
I only get mine cut maybe 3-4 times a year, oh well!! Hope you find a stylist!
this happens to me too! however, i get my hair trimmed pretty frequently- like every 8 weeks.ReplyDelete
i get mine cut less than you! eek. but i do have the same problem - after a certain length, i can barely go more than a couple hours with it all pulled up before i start getting a headache. i normally resort to braids when it's long!ReplyDelete
good luck finding a stylist, if you were in the ohio-ish area, i'd recommend my sister. she's a master at getting my thick hair to look decent!
oh my, I thought I was the ONLY one who cut their hair sooo little! I just don't like the whole process and sitting around during it. haha! My hair is so straw-like, SO fried and split-ended from all the hair dye though. ahh! Yours looks so gorgeous and healthy!ReplyDelete
BTW, my best friends live in vancouver, and I went for my 23rd birthday to visit them - I love that place! Following you!
i got my haircut at a salon in lake o at the westlake village and she did great! i don't remember her name but i kind of just called the day of and took a chance. it was scary but it worked out!ReplyDelete
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Monday, June 6, 2011
For my money, I really don't think there is much in the way of sports out there that I enjoy watching as much as a Nadal-Federer match. The competitiveness, the amazing athleticism and awesomely sick tennis...it's one of the true joys in sports right now.
That said, watching Federer blow a 5-2 1st set lead was painful. From the second Nadal caught him in that 1st set, Federer was never the same. He opened the game agressive and confident. Afterwards, he appeared more tentative and made silly, unRoger-like mistakes. It was a shame for that to happen to such a true great and class act.
It really is amazing to see LeBron come up so small in the final quarter of the first 3 games of the championships. Not that he can't drop 22 in the next 4th quarter...its just that he hasn't so far—just 9 points in three 4th quarters. And deferring to teammates isn't when LeBron is at his best. Miami might go ahead and win the whole thing, but going forward, it would behoove LeBron to learn how to keep his teammates involved, but still be aggressive.
Nice to see Jeter making a little bit of better contact lately. He got his average up to .260....that said..he still is at a 79 OPS+. And a 327 OBP is probably not what the Steinbrenner family had in mind when they signing him to a 3-year 51 million dollar contract.
10 bucks says that Matt Roth ends up a Jet. They just need a guy like him too much to not get him.
Paul Konerko's impressive season wont save Ozzie's job—especially now with Peavy going down again with a groin injury. My guess, Ozzie gets fired sooner rather than later.
Kinda of a ridiculous interview by Bobby Bowden the other day. Essentially, while commenting on Jim Tressel, Bobby said it was impossible to run a clean program because there are too many rules....Scuze me? Too many rules? The NCAA has too many rules? Please. Bowden has had more than his fair share of problems running his program at Florida State....blaming the NCAA or "one bad kid" for a program's problems seems dishonest to me and as if Bowden is shirking his responsibility for his program. Bowden, we're not saying that running a spotless program is the only possibility—things do happen. But hey, you get a lot of money. The responsibility of the program is yours. Talk to Bobby Knight. It's not impossible to run a clean program.
I don't really get the Bill Madden idea of "owing it" to trade a player who clearly doesn't want to be traded. If David Wright loves it here, why would trading him to Cincinnati or Seattle be "for his own good." Not following that Bill.
Love this article by Jayson Stark, about one GM's ideas about shorting the season. My favorite. the twice a year National Doubleheader Day. Heart that idea. Another interesting one: Our GM also would add breathing room to the schedule by starting the season earlier -- with a week in March he'd call International Week. Take six or eight teams and send them off in late March to Japan, Taiwan, Mexico, Venezuela or some other foreign destination. That would leave plenty of flexibility to have all the other teams play their opening-week March games in warm-weather sites or domes. Interesting ideas.....too bad they will never happen.
I think the Nationals like to spend their money as if they were an alcoholic on a bender.
And finally, the oddest sports story in a while. I mean, what the hell was Bono doing walking? And really, the guy is richer than Croesus, and he can't afford an umbrella?
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