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Engineers and scientists at ESOC spend considerable time selecting orbits, developing procedures and building the ground segment infrastructure that supports a satellite in flight.
In the months prior to a launch, a 'team of teams' conducts intense training and simulations to be ready for any contingency. After lift-off, the satellite separates from its booster, and ESOC mission controllers assume command. During LEOP - the critical launch and early orbit phase - the operation of solar arrays and other on-board systems must be fully confirmed, followed by the check-out and switch-on of scientific payloads.
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When the CTRL voltage is less than 0.9 V (typ), the LEDs will shutdown to zero current. When the CTRL voltage is greater than about 2.6 V, full scale brightness is applied to the LED output.
why not look at the cat4101 - less additional hardware needed to accomplish same thing
Yes, that's it, Xenosaga. Word of caution though - while the datasheet states that 90K is the maximum recommended Rset value I believe that that translates to the datasheet's stated minimum 50ma of LED current (never fully off). The datasheet never fully answers that question and only shows current up to 35K (Fig. 7 pg. 3).
Hi Tristan,I made some related comments recently in a thread regarding the "always on" issue with the TLC5940 here: http://arduino.cc/forum/index.php/topic,144330.15.htmlThe PWM output on that chip can never be truly at 100% duty cycle, only slightly under. As youve figured out, the PWM is inverted due to the fact the chip is a current sink so the LEDs can never be fully turned off. If that is a manditory requirement to your project You'll need to modify your design. Four high level ideas I have off the top of my head are:1. You can have the microcontroller cut the power to the LEDs using a relay/switch of some kind.2. It should be possible to invert the 14 TLC5950 PWM signals using a transistor for each.3. You could implement LED drivers that use P-FETs to switch current.4. Do away with the TLC and Impliment a simpler design using a SoftPWM solution as I explain in the post I made in the thread linked above.
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Description Quercus prinus (syn. Quercus montana), this member of the white oak group (Quercus sect. Quercus) is native to the eastern United States. It is one of the most important ridgetop trees from southern Maine southwest to central Mississippi, with an outlying northwestern population in southern Michigan. It is also sometimes called "rock oak" because of montane and other rocky habitats. As a consequence of its dry habitat and ridgetop exposure, it is not usually a large tree, typically 18-22m (60-70 ft) tall; occasional specimens growing in better conditions can however become large, with trees up to 40-43 m (130-140 ft) tall known. They tend to have a similar spread of 18-22m (60-70 ft). A 10-year-old sapling will stand about 5 m (16 ft) tall.
Extensive confusion between the chestnut oak (Quercus prinus) and the swamp chestnut oak (Quercus michauxii) has occurred, and some botanists have considered them to be the same species in the past. The name Quercus prinus was long used by many botanists and foresters for both.
The chestnut oak is readily identified by its massively-ridged dark gray-brown bark, the thickest of any eastern North American oak. The leaves are 12-20 cm long and 6-10 cm broad, shallowly lobed with 10-15 rounded lobes on each margin; they are virtually identical to the leaves of swamp chestnut oak and chinkapin oak, but the trees can readily be distinguished by the bark, that of the chinkapin oak being a light ash-gray and somewhat peeling like that of the white oak and that of swamp chestnut oak being paler ash-gray and scaly. The chinkapin oak also has much smaller acorns than the chestnut oak. The chestnut oak is easily distinguished from the swamp white oak because that tree has whitened undersides on the leaves. Another important distinction between the chestnut oak and the swamp chestnut oak is by the habitat; if it grows on a ridge, it is chestnut oak, and if it grows in wet bottomlands, it is probably the more massive swamp chestnut oak; however, this is not fully reliable.
Characteristics of the chestnut oak include:
Bark: Dark, fissured into broad ridges, scaly. Branchlets stout, at first bronze green, later they become reddish brown, finally dark gray or brown. Heavily charged with tannic acid.
Wood: Dark brown, sapwood lighter; heavy, hard, strong, tough, close-grained, durable in contact with the soil. Used for fencing, fuel, and railway ties. Sp. gr., 0.7499; weight of cu. ft., 46.73 lbs.
Winter buds: Light chestnut brown, ovate, acute, one-fourth to one-half of an inch long.
Leaves: Alternate, five to nine inches long, three to four and a half wide, obovate to oblong-lanceolate, wedge-shaped or rounded at base, coarsely crenately toothed, teeth rounded or acute, apex rounded or acute. They come out of the bud convolute, yellow green or bronze, shining above, very pubescent below. When full grown are thick, firm, dark yellow green, somewhat shining above, pale green and pubescent below; midribs stout, yellow, primary veins conspicuous. In autumn they turn a dull yellow soon changing to a yellow brown. Petioles stout or slender, short. Stipules linear to lanceolate, caducous.
Flowers: May, when leaves are one-third grown. Staminate flowers are borne in hairy aments two to three inches long; calyx pale yellow, hairy, deeply seven to nine-lobed; stamens seven to nine; anthers bright yellow. Pistillate flowers on short spikes; peduncles green, stout, hairy; involucral scales hairy; stigmas short, bright red.
Acorns: Annual, singly or in pairs; nut oval, rounded or acute at apex, bright chestnut brown, shining, one and a quarter to one and one-half inches in length; cup, cup-shaped or turbinate, usually inclosing one-half or one-third of the nut, thin, light brown and downy within, reddish brown and rough outside, tuberculate near the base. Scales small, much crowded toward the rim sometimes making a fringe. Kernel white, sweetish.
The acorns of the chestnut oak are among the largest of native American oaks, surpassed in size only by the bur oak and possibly swamp chestnut oak.
This species is a predominant ridge-top tree in eastern North American hardwood forests. It often grows with multiple trunks, often as a result of prior injury to the main stem. It is a long-lived tree, with high-quality timber when well-formed.
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Awesome report Bob! Clever bugger that you are, I can visualize you using the shadow to track the line.
I left the 9wt Intermediate in the freezer overnight like Bob Goodale insisted, and it came out supple by the time you could strip it far enough to cast. Let's just say I have faith that it is a good cold water line
He also sent an ivory 5wt floater, cold water (freezer-proof) which is in the "pool" if you (or any Forum member) are interested.
First field report on Monic Fly Lines
BNTC picked up a few of the Monic fly lines before last years fly fishing shows. I managed to get a demo line from the rep a WF3F. My first impression was that I wished they made a double taper in the lighter weights. I prefer to use slow action rods for my trout rods and thought the the weight forward was a bit much for my 3 weights and I tested the line on them all. I choose a bright sunny day at the swift for my testing. The line does disappear once it hits the water which made line control difficult. Where is my line? When should I mend, etc??? I also purposely casted over light colored bottom to see if the line casted a shadow on the bottom although the shadow was not as visable as a solid line there was still a shadow cast along the bottom which I used to mend and control line. The other issue I had is that with the coating you must attach backing and leader connections using either an albreit knot or one of those slip on braided leader loops. If you choose the later be sure you whip finish at least two times and apply some zap a gap. It anyone would like to try a WF3F I will gladly donate mind to the testing pool.
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This highly popular book is a manual for positive living.
Characterized throughout by a thoroughgoing optimism, it shows with extraordinary clarity how we can transform an ordinary human life into a blissful spiritual path.
This transformation is entirely internal. No external changes are required. We continue living in our homes, maintaining our relationships and our jobs while inwardly changing our view, intention, and actions.
As we become more and more pure through this practice, those around us also benefit. Our friends, family, neighbors, colleagues – everyone with whom we come into contact benefits from what we say, think, and do.
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When we arise from meditation we try to carry our feeling of compassion into the meditation break. Whenever we encounter anyone we should recall how they are suffering and develop compassion for them. Then just seeing a living being will be like finding a rare and precious treasure. This is because the compassion we experience upon meeting others is a supreme inner wealth that is an inexhaustible source of benefit for us in both this and future lives.
As mentioned earlier, external wealth cannot help us in our future lives, and even in this life it is not certain that it will bring us happiness for it is often the cause of much anxiety and can even endanger our life. Rich people have particular worries that poor people never have; for example they often worry about thieves, about investments and interest rates, and about losing their money and social status. This is a heavy burden for them.
Whereas most people can go out freely whenever they choose, many wealthy and famous people need bodyguards and may even worry about being kidnapped. Rich people have little freedom or independence and can never fully relax. The higher up we are in the world the further we have to fall; it is safer to be nearer the bottom.
No matter how much we succeed in improving our external conditions, they can never bring us pure happiness nor provide real protection from suffering. True happiness cannot be found in this impure world. Instead of striving to obtain external wealth it would be far better if we sought the internal wealth of virtue, for, unlike external wealth, this can never deceive us and will definitely bring us the peace and happiness we desire.
If we are skillful, friends can be like treasure chests, from whom we can obtain the precious wealth of love, compassion, patience, and so forth. For our friends to function in this way, however, our love for them must be free from attachment. If our love for our friends is mixed with strong attachment it will be conditional upon their behaving in ways that please us, and, as soon as they do something we disapprove of, our liking for them may turn to anger. In fact, the most common objects of our anger are often our friends, not our enemies or strangers!
If we often get angry with our friends we are transforming them into maras. A mara, or demon, is someone or something that interferes with our spiritual practice. No one is a mara from his or her own side, but if we allow people to stimulate in us deluded minds such as anger, strong attachment, or self-cherishing we transform them into maras for us.
A mara does not need to have horns and a terrifying expression; someone who appears to be a good friend, who flatters us and leads us into meaningless activities, can be a greater obstacle to our spiritual practice. Whether our friends are precious treasures or maras depends entirely upon us; if we are sincerely practising patience, compassion, and love they can be like priceless jewels, but if we are often getting angry with them they can become maras.
We would be delighted to find a treasure chest buried beneath the ground or to win a large sum of money, and would consider ourself very fortunate. However, if we consider the deceptiveness of external wealth and the superiority of the inner wealth of virtue, how much more fortunate should we feel whenever we meet another living being, the potential source of limitless inner wealth? For a sincere, compassionate practitioner, just seeing other living beings, speaking with them, or merely thinking about them is like finding buried treasure. All their encounters with other people serve to enhance their compassion, and even everyday activities such as shopping or chatting to friends become causes of enlightenment.
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WALDO lay on his stomach on the red sand. The small ostriches he herded wandered about him, pecking at the food he had cut, or at pebbles and dry sticks. On his right lay the graves; to his left the dam; in his hand was a large wooden post covered with carvings, at which he worked. Doss lay before him, basking in the winter sunshine, and now and again casting an expectant glance at the corner of the nearest ostrich camp. The scrubby thorn-trees under which they lay yielded no shade, but none was needed in that glorious June weather, when in the hottest part of the afternoon the sun was but pleasantly warm; and page: 282 the boy carved on, not looking up, yet conscious of the brown serene earth about him and the intensely blue sky above.
Presently, at the corner of the camp, Em appeared, bearing a covered saucer in one hand and in the other a jug, with a cup in the top. She was grown into a premature little old woman, ridiculously fat, and wearing long dresses. The jug and saucer she put down on the ground before the dog and his master and dropped down beside them herself, panting and out of breath.
"Oh, Waldo! as I came up the camps I met some one on horseback; and I do believe it must be the new man."
The new man was an Englishman to whom the Boer-woman had hired half the farm.
"Hum!" said Waldo.
"He is quite young," said Em, "and he has brown hair, and beard curling close to his face, and such dark blue eyes. And, Waldo, page: 283 I was so ashamed! I was just looking back to see, you know, and he happened just to be looking back too, and we looked right into each other's faces; and he got red, and I got so red."
"Yes," said Waldo.
"I must go now. Perhaps he has brought us letters from the post from Lyndall. And you know he will have to stay with us till his house is built. I must get his room ready. Good-bye!"
She tripped off again, and Waldo carved on at his post. Doss lay with his nose close to the covered saucer, and smelt that some one had made nice little fat cakes that afternoon. Both were so intent on their occupation, that not till a horse's hoofs beat beside them in the sand did they look up to see a rider drawing in his steed.
He was certainly not the stranger whom Em had described. A dark, somewhat French-looking little man of eight-and-twenty, rather stout, page: 284 with heavy, cloudy eyes and pointed moustaches. His horse was a fiery creature, well caparisoned; a highly-finished saddle-bag hung from the saddle; the man's hands were gloved, and he presented the appearance—an appearance rare on that farm—of a well-dressed gentleman.
In an uncommonly melodious voice he inquired whether he might be allowed to remain there for an hour. Waldo directed him to the farm-house, but the stranger declined. He would merely rest under the trees, and give his horse water. He removed the saddle, and Waldo led the animal away to the dam. When he returned, the stranger had settled himself under the trees, with his back against the saddle. The boy offered him of the cakes. He declined, but took a draught from the jug; and Waldo lay down not far off, and fell to work again. It mattered nothing if cold eyes saw it. It was not his sheep-shearing machine. With material loves, as with human, we go mad once, love out, and page: 285 have done. We never get up the true enthusiasm a second time. This was but a thing he had made, laboured over, loved and liked—nothing more.
The stranger forced himself lower down in the saddle and yawned. It was a drowsy afternoon, and he objected to travel in these out-of-the-world parts. He liked better civilized life, where at every hour of the day a man may look for his glass of wine, and his easy-chair, and paper; where at night he may lock himself into his room with his books and a bottle of brandy, and taste joys mental and physical. The world said of him—the all-knowing, omnipotent world, whom no locks can bar, who has the cat-like propensity of seeing best in the dark—the world said that better than the books he loved the brandy, and better than books or brandy, that which it had been better had he loved less. But for the world he cared nothing; he smiled blandly in its teeth. All life is an aimless dream; if wine page: 286 and philosophy and women keep the dream from becoming a nightmare, so much the better. It is all they are fit for, all they can be used for. There was another side to his life and thought, but of that the world knew nothing and said nothing, as the way of the wise world is.
The stranger looked from beneath his sleepy eyelids at the brown earth that stretched away, beautiful in spite of itself in that June sunshine; looked at the graves, the gables of the farm-house showing over the stone walls of the camps, at the clownish fellow at his feet, and yawned. But he had drunk of the hind's tea, and must say something.
"Your father's place, I presume?" he inquired sleepily.
"No; I am only a servant."
"Dutch people?"
"And you like the life?"
The boy hesitated.page: 287
"On days like these."
"And why on these?"
The boy waited.
"They are very beautiful."
The stranger looked at him. It seemed that as the fellow's dark eyes looked across the brown earth they kindled with an intense satisfaction; then they looked back at the carving.
What had that creature, so coarse-clad and clownish, to do with the subtle joys of the weather? Himself, white-handed and delicate, he might hear the music with shimmering sunshine and solitude play on the finely-strung chords of nature; but that fellow! Was not the ear in that great body too gross for such delicate mutterings?
Presently he said,
"May I see what you work at?"
The fellow handed his wooden post. It was by no means lovely. The men and birds were almost grotesque in their laboured resemblance page: 288 to nature, and bore signs of patient thought. The stranger turned the thing over on his knee.
"Where did you learn this work?"
"I taught myself."
"And these zigzag lines represent—"
"A mountain."
The stranger looked.
"It has some meaning, has it not?"
The boy muttered confusedly,
"Only things."
The questioner looked down at him—the huge, unwieldy figure, in size a man's, in right of his child-like features and curling hair a child's; and it hurt him—it attracted him and it hurt him. It was something between pity and sympathy.
"How long have you worked at this?"
"Nine months."
From his pocket the stranger drew his pocket-book, and took something from it. He could page: 289 fasten the post to his horse in some way, and throw it away in the sand at safe distance.
"Will you take this for your carving?"
The boy glanced at the five-pound note and shook his head.
"No; I cannot."
"You think it is worth more?" asked the stranger with a little sneer.
He pointed with his thumb to a grave.
"No; it is for him."
"And who is there?" asked the stranger.
"My father."
The man silently returned the note to his pocket-book, and gave the carving to the boy; and, drawing his hat over his eyes, composed himself to sleep. Not being able to do so, after a while he glanced over the fellow's shoulder to watch him work. The boy carved letters into the back.
"If," said the stranger, with his melodious voice, rich with a sweetness that never shewed page: 290 itself in the clouded eyes, "if for such a purpose, why write that upon it?"
The boy glanced round at him, but made no answer. He had almost forgotten his presence.
"You surely believe," said the stranger, "that some day, sooner or later, these graves will open, and those Boer-uncles with their wives walk about here in the red sand, with the very fleshly legs with which they went to sleep? You believe it, do you not? Then why say, 'He sleeps forever?' You believe he will stand up again?"
"Do you?" asked the boy, lifting for an instant his heavy eyes to the stranger's face.
Half taken aback, the stranger laughed. It was as though a curious little tadpole which he held under his glass should suddenly lift its tail and begin to ask questions.
"I?—no." He laughed his short thick laugh. "I am a man who believes nothing, hopes page: 291 nothing, fears nothing, feels nothing, trusts nothing. I am beyond the pale of humanity; no criterion of what you should be who live here among your birds and bushes."
The next moment the stranger was surprised by a sudden movement on the part of the fellow, which brought him close to the stranger's feet. Soon after he raised his carving and laid it across the man's knee.
"Yes, I will tell you," he muttered; "I will tell you all about it."
He put his finger on the grotesque little mannikin at the bottom (Ah! that man who believed nothing, hoped nothing, felt nothing; how he loved him!), and, with eager finger the fellow moved upward, explaining over fantastic figures and mountains, to the crowning bird from whose wing dropped a feather. At the end he spoke with broken breath—short words, like one who utters things of mighty import.
The stranger watched more the face than the page: 292 carving; and there was now and then a show of white teeth beneath the moustaches as he listened.
"I think," he said blandly, when the boy had done, "that I partly understand you. It is something after this fashion, is it not?" (He smiled.) "In certain valleys there was a hunter." (He touched the grotesque little figure at the bottom.) "Day by day he went to hunt for wild-fowl in the woods; and it chanced that once he stood on the shores of a large lake. While he stood waiting in the rushes for the coming of the birds, a great shadow fell on him, and in the water he saw a reflection. He looked up to the sky; but the thing was gone. Then a burning desire came over him to see once again that reflection in the water, and all day he watched and waited; but night came and it had not returned. Then he went home with his empty bag, moody and silent. His comrades came questioning about page: 293 him to know the reason, but he answered them nothing; he sat alone and brooded. Then his friend came to him, and to him he spoke.
"'I have seen to-day,' he said, 'that which I never saw before—a vast white bird, with silver wings outstretched, sailing in the everlasting blue. And now it is as though a great fire burnt within my breast. It was but a sheen, a shimmer, a reflection in the water; but now I desire nothing more on earth than to hold her.'
His friend laughed.
'It was but a beam playing on the water, or the shadow of your own head. To-morrow you will forget her,' he said.
But to-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow the hunter walked alone. He sought in the forest and in the woods, by the lakes and among the rushes, but he could not find her. He shot no more wild fowl; what were they to him?
'What ails him?' said his comrades.
'He is mad,' said one.page: 294
'No; but he is worse,' said another; 'he would see that which none of us have seen, and make himself a wonder.'
'Come, let us forswear his company,' said all.
So the hunter walked alone.
One night, as he wandered in the shade, very heart-sore and weeping, an old man stood before him, grander and taller than the sons of men.
'Who are you?' asked the hunter.
'I am Wisdom,' answered the old man; 'but some men call me Knowledge. All my life I have grown in these valleys; but no man sees me till he has sorrowed much. The eyes must be washed with tears that are to behold me; and, according as a man has suffered, I speak.'
And the hunter cried—
'Oh, you who have lived here so long, tell me, what is that great wild bird I have seen sailing in the blue? They would have me believe she is a dream; the shadow of my own head.'page: 295
The old man smiled.
'Her name is Truth. He who has once seen her never rests again. Till death he desires her.'
And the hunter cried—
'Oh, tell me where I may find her.'
But the old man said,
'You have not suffered enough,' and went.
Then the hunter took from his breast the shuttle of Imagination, and wound on it the thread of his Wishes; and all night he sat and wove a net.
In the morning he spread the golden net upon the ground, and into it he threw a few grains of credulity, which his father had left him, and which he kept in his breast pocket. They were like white puff-balls, and when you trod on them a brown dust flew out. Then he sat by to see what would happen. The first that came into the net was a snow-white bird, with dove's page: 296 eyes, and he sang a beautiful song—'A human-God! a human-God! a human-God!' it sang. The second that came was black and mystical, with dark, lovely eyes, that looked into the depths of your soul, and he sang only this—'Immortality!'
And the hunter took them both in his arms, for he said—
'They are surely of the beautiful family of Truth.'
Then came another, green and gold, who sang in a shrill voice, like one crying in the marketplace,—'Reward after Death! Reward after Death!'
And he said—
'You are not so fair; but you are fair too,' and he took it.
And others came, brightly coloured, singing pleasant songs, till all the grains were finished. And the hunter gathered all his birds together, and built a strong iron cage called a new creed, and put all his birds in it.page: 297
Then the people came about dancing and singing.
'Oh, happy hunter!' they cried. 'Oh, wonderful man! Oh, delightful birds! Oh, lovely songs!'
No one asked where the birds had come from, nor how they had been caught; but they danced and sang before them. And the hunter too was glad, for he said—
'Surely Truth is among them. In time she will moult her feathers, and I shall see her snow-white form.'
But the time passed, and the people sang and danced; but the hunter's heart grew heavy. He crept alone, as of old, to weep; the terrible desire had awakened again in his breast. One day, as he sat alone weeping, it chanced that Wisdom met him. He told the old man what he had done.
And Wisdom smiled sadly.
'Many men,' he said, 'have spread that net page: 298 for Truth; but they have never found her. On the grains of credulity she will not feed; in the net of wishes her feet cannot be held; in the air of these valleys she will not breathe. The birds you have caught are of the brood of Lies. Lovely and beautiful, but still lies; Truth knows them not.'
And the hunter cried out in bitterness—
'And must I then sit still, to be devoured of this great burning?'
And the old man said,
'Listen, and in that you have suffered much and wept much, I will tell you what I know. He who sets out to search for Truth must leave these valleys of superstition for ever, taking with him not one shred that has belonged to them. Alone he must wander down into the Land of Absolute Negation and Denial; he must abide there; he must resist temptation; when the light breaks he must arise and follow it into the country of dry sunshine. The mountains of page: 299 stern reality will rise before him; he must climb them: beyond them lies Truth.'
'And he will hold her fast! he will hold her in his hands!' the hunter cried.
Wisdom shook his head.
'He will never see her, never hold her. The time is not yet.'
'Then there is no hope?' cried the hunter.
'There is this,' said Wisdom: 'Some men have climbed on those mountains; circle above circle of bare rock they have scaled; and, wandering there, in those high regions, some have chanced to pick up on the ground, one white, silver feather, dropped from the wing of Truth. And it shall come to pass,' said the old man, raising himself prophetically and pointing with his finger to the sky, 'it shall come to pass, that when enough of those silver feathers shall have been gathered by the hands of men, and shall have been woven into a cord, and the cord into a net, that in that page: 300 net Truth may be captured. Nothing but Truth can hold Truth.'
The hunter arose. 'I will go,' he said.
But Wisdom detained him.
'Mark you well—who leaves these valleys never returns to them. Though he should weep tears of blood seven days and nights upon the confines, he can never put his foot across them. Left—they are left forever. Upon the road which you would travel there is no reward offered. Who goes, goes freely—for the great love that is in him. The work is his reward.'
'I go,' said the hunter; 'but upon the mountains, tell me, which path shall I take?'
'I am the child of The-Accumulated-Knowledge-of-Ages,' said the man; 'I can walk only where many men have trodden. On these mountains few feet have passed; each man strikes out a path for himself. He goes at his own peril: my voice he hears no more. I may follow after him, but cannot go before him.'page: 301
Then Knowledge vanished.
And the hunter turned. He went to his cage, and with his hands broke down the bars, and the jagged iron tore his flesh. It is sometimes easier to build than to break.
One by one he took his plumed birds and let them fly. But when he came to his dark-plumed bird he held it, and looked into its beautiful eyes, and the bird uttered its low, deep cry—'Immortality!'
And he said quickly, 'I cannot part with it. It is not heavy; it eats no food. I will hide it in my breast; I will take it with me.' And he buried it there and covered it over with his cloak.
But the thing he had hidden grew heavier, heavier, heavier—till it lay on his breast like lead. He could not move with it. Then again he took it out and looked at it.
'Oh, my beautiful! my heart's own!' he cried, 'may I not keep you?'page: 302
He opened his hands sadly.
'Go!' he said. 'It may happen that in Truth's song one note is like yours; but I shall never hear it.'
Sadly he opened his hand, and the bird flew from him forever.
Then from the shuttle of imagination he took the thread of his wishes, and threw it on the ground; and the empty shuttle he put into his breast, for the thread was made in those valleys, but the shuttle came from an unknown country. He turned to go, but now the people came about him, howling.
'Fool, hound, demented lunatic!' they cried. 'How dared you break your cage and let the birds fly?'
The hunter spoke; but they would not hear him.
'Truth! who is she? Can you eat her? can you drink her? who has ever seen her? Your birds were real: all could hear them sing! page: 303 Oh, fool! vile reptile! atheist!' they cried, 'you pollute the air.'
'Come, let us take up stones and stone him,' cried some.
'What affair is it of ours?' said others. 'Let the idiot go,' and went away. But the rest gathered up stones and mud and threw at him. At last, when he was bruised and cut, the hunter crept away into the woods. And it was evening about him."
At every word the stranger spoke the fellow's eyes flashed back on him—yes, and yes, and yes! The stranger smiled. It was almost worth the trouble of exerting oneself, even on a lazy afternoon, to win those passionate flashes, more thirsty and desiring than the love-glances of a woman.
"He wandered on and on," said the stranger, "and the shade grew deeper. He was on the borders now of the land where it is always night. Then he stepped into it, and there was no light there. With his hands he groped; page: 304 but each branch as he touched it broke off, and the earth was covered with cinders. At every step his foot sank in, and a fine cloud of impalpable ashes flew up into his face; and it was dark. So he sat down upon a stone and buried his face in his hands, to wait in the Land of Negation and Denial till the light came.
And it was night in his heart also.
Then from the marshes to his right and left cold mists arose and closed about him. A fine, imperceptible rain fell in the dark, and great drops gathered on his hair and clothes. His heart beat slowly, and a numbness crept through all his limbs. Then, looking up, two merry wisp lights came dancing. He lifted his head to look at them. Nearer, nearer they came. So warm, so bright, they danced like stars of fire. They stood before him at last. From the centre of the radiating flame in one looked out a woman's face, laughing, dimpled, with streaming yellow hair. In the centre of the other were merry page: 305 laughing ripples, like the bubbles on a glass of wine. They danced before him.
'Who are you,' asked the hunter, 'who alone come to me in my solitude and darkness?'
'We are the twins Sensuality,' they cried. 'Our father's name is Human-Nature, and our mother's name is Excess. We are as old as the hills and rivers, as old as the first man; but we never die,' they laughed.
'Oh, let me wrap my arms about you!' cried the first; 'they are soft and warm. Your heart is frozen now, but I will make it beat. Oh, come to me!'
'I will pour my hot life into you,' said the second; 'your brain is numb, and your limbs are dead now; but they shall live with a fierce free life. Oh, let me pour it in!'
'Oh, follow us,' they cried, 'and live with us. Nobler hearts than yours have sat here in this darkness to wait, and they have come to us and we to them; and they have never left page: 306 us, never. All else is a delusion, but we are real, we are real. Truth is a shadow; the valleys of superstition are a farce: the earth is of ashes, the trees all rotten; but we—feel us—we live! You cannot doubt us. Feel us how warm we are! Oh, come to us! Oh, live with us!'
Nearer and nearer round his head they hovered, and the cold drops melted on his forehead. The bright light shot into his eyes, dazzling him, and the frozen blood began to run. And he said—
'Yes, why should I die here in this awful darkness? They are warm, they are warm!' and he stretched out his hands to take them.
Then in a moment there arose before him the image of the thing he had loved, and his hand dropped to his side.
'Oh, come to us!' they cried.
But he buried his face.
'You dazzle my eyes,' he cried, 'you make my heart warm; but you cannot give me what page: 307 I desire. I will wait here—wait till I die; but I will not follow you. Go!'
He covered his face with his hands and would not listen; and when he looked up again they were two twinkling stars, that vanished in the distance.
And the long, long night rolled on.
All who leave the valley of superstition pass through that dark land; but some go through it in a few days, some linger there for months, some for years, and some die there.
At last for the hunter a faint light played along the horizon, and he rose to follow it.'
The boy had crept closer; his hot breath almost touched the stranger's hand; a mystic wonder filled his eyes.
"He reached that light at last, and stepped into the broad sunshine,' said the stranger. "Then before him rose the almighty mountains of Dry-facts and Realities. The clear sunshine played on them, and the tops were lost in page: 308 the clouds. At the foot many paths ran up. An exultant cry burst from the hunter. He chose the straightest and began to climb; and the rocks and ridges resounded with his song. They had exaggerated; after all, it was not so high, nor was the road so steep! A few days, a few weeks, a few months at most, and then the top! Not one feather only would he pick up; he would gather all that other men had found—weave the net—capture Truth—hold her fast—touch her with his hands—clasp her!
He laughed in the merry sunshine, and sang loud. Victory was very near. Nevertheless, after a while the path grew steeper. He needed all his breath for climbing, and the singing died away. On the right and left rose huge rocks, devoid of lichen or moss, and in the lava-like earth chasms yawned. Here and there he saw a sheen of white bones. Now too the path began to grow less and page: 309 less marked; then it became a mere trace, with a footmark here and there; then it ceased altogether. He sang no more, but struck forth a path for himself, until it reached a mighty wall of rock, smooth and without break, stretching as far as the eye could see. 'I will rear a stair against it; and, once this wall climbed, I shall be almost there,' he said bravely; and set to work. With his shuttle of imagination he dug out stones; but half of them would not fit, and sometimes half a month's work would roll down because those below were ill chosen. But the hunter worked on, saying always to himself, 'Once this wall climbed, I shall be almost there. This great work ended!'
At last he came out upon the top, and he looked about him. Far below rolled the white mist over the valleys of superstition, and above towered the mountains. They had seemed low before; they were of an immeasurable height now, from crown to foundation surrounded by page: 310 walls of rock, that rose tier above tier in mighty circles. Upon them played the eternal sunshine. He uttered a wild cry. When he rose from the earth on which he had fallen, his face was white. In absolute silence he walked on. He was very silent now. In those high regions the rarefied air is hard to breathe by those born in the valleys; every breath he drew hurt him, and the blood oozed out from the tips of his fingers. Before the next wall of rock he began to work. The height of this seemed infinite, and he said nothing. The sound of his tool rang night and day upon the iron rocks into which he cut steps. Times and times, and again times, passed over him, yet he worked on; but the wall towered up above him to heaven. Sometimes he prayed that a little moss or lichen might spring up on those bare walls to be a companion to him; but it never came.
And the years rolled on; he counted them page: 311 by the steps he had cut—a few for a year—only a few. He sang no more; he said no more, 'I will do this, or that'—he only worked. And at night, when the twilight settled down, there looked out at him from the holes and crevices in the rocks strange wild faces.
'Stop your work, you lonely man, and speak to us,' they cried.
'My salvation is in work. If I should stop but for one moment you would creep down upon me,' he replied. And they put out their long necks further.
'Look down into the crevice at your feet,' they said. 'See what lie there—white bones! As brave and strong a man as you climbed to these rocks.' And he looked up. He saw there was no use; he would never hold Truth, never see her, never find her. So he lay down here, for he was very tired. He went to sleep for ever. He put himself to sleep. Sleep is very tranquil. You are not lonely when you page: 312 are asleep, neither do your hands ache, nor your heart. And the hunter laughed between his teeth.' And the hunter laughed between his teeth.
'Have I torn from my heart all that was dearest; have I wandered alone in the land of night; have I resisted temptation; have I dwelt where the voice of my kind is never heard, and laboured alone, to lie down and be food for you, ye harpies?'
He laughed fiercely; and the Echoes of Despair slunk away, for the laugh of a brave, strong heart is as a death blow to them.
Nevertheless they crept out again and looked at him.
'Do you know that your hair is white?' they said, 'that your hands begin to tremble like a child's? Do you see that the point of your shuttle is gone?—it is cracked already. If you should ever climb this stair,' they said, 'it will be your last. You will never climb another.'page: 313
And he answered, 'I know it!' and worked on.
The old, thin hands cut the stones ill and jaggedly, for the fingers were stiff and bent. The beauty and the strength of the man was gone.
At last, an old, wizened, shrunken face looked out above the rocks. It saw the eternal mountains rise with walls to the white clouds; but its work was done.
The old hunter folded his tired hands and lay down by the precipice where he had worked away his life. It was the sleeping time at last. Below him over the valleys rolled the thick white mist. Once it broke; and through the gap the dying eyes looked down on the trees and fields of their childhood. From afar seemed borne to him the cry of his own wild birds, and he heard the noise of people singing as they danced. And he thought he heard among them the voices of his old comrades; and he saw far off the sunlight shine on his early home. And great tears gathered in the hunter's eyes.page: 314
'Ah! they who die there do not die alone,' he cried.
Then the mists rolled together again; and he turned his eyes away.
'I have sought,' he said, 'for long years I have laboured; but I have not found her. I have not rested, I have not repined, and I have not seen her; now my strength is gone. Where I lie down worn out other men will stand, young and fresh. By the steps that I have cut they will climb; by the stairs that I have built they will mount. They will never know the name of the man who made them. At the clumsy work they will laugh; when the stones roll they will curse me. But they will mount, and on my work; they will climb, and by my stair! They will find her, and through me! And no man liveth to himself, and no man dieth to himself.'
The tears rolled from beneath the shrivelled eyelids. If Truth had appeared above him page: 315 in the clouds now he could not have seen her.
'My soul hears their glad step coming,' he said; 'and they shall mount! they shall mount!' He raised his shrivelled hand to his eyes.
Then slowly from the white sky above, through the still air, came something falling, falling, falling. Softly it fluttered down, and dropped on to the breast of the dying man. He felt it with his hands. It was a feather. He died holding it."
The boy had shaded his eyes with his hand. On the wood of the carving great drops fell. The stranger must have laughed outright, or remained silent and somewhat solemn.
"How did you know it?" the boy whispered at last. "It is not written there—not on that wood. How did you know it?"
"Certainly," said the stranger, "the whole of the story is not written here, but it is suggested. And the attribute of all true art, the highest and page: 316 the lowest, is this—that it says more than it says, and takes you away from itself. It is a little door that opens into an infinite hall where you may find what you please. Men, thinking to detract, say, 'People read more in this or that work of genius than was ever written in it,' not perceiving that they pay the highest compliment. If we pick up the finger and nail of a real man, we can decipher a whole story—could almost reconstruct the creature again, from head to foot. But half the body of a Mumboo-jumbow idol leaves us utterly in the dark as to what the rest was like. We see what we see, but nothing more. There is nothing so universally intelligible as truth. It has a thousand meanings, and suggests a thousand more, all true. Though a man should carve it into matter with the least possible manipulative skill, it will yet find interpreters. It is the soul that looks out with burning eyes through the most gross fleshly filament. It is that which is universal. Whosoever should page: 317 portray truly the life and death of a little flower,—its birth, sucking in of nourishment, waxing, reproduction of its kind, withering and vanishing,—would have shaped a symbol of all existence. All true facts of nature or the mind are related. Your little carving represents a mental fact as it really is, therefore fifty different true stories might be read from it. What your work wants is not truth, but beauty of external form, the other half of art. Skill may come in time, but you will have to work hard. The love of beauty and the desire for it must be born in a man; the skill to reproduce it he must make."
Having delivered himself of these paradoxes, for the purpose of observing their effect upon his listener, the stranger broke off the end of a cigar and lit it.
"All my life I have longed to see you," the boy said.
He lifted the heavy wood from the stranger's knee and drew yet nearer him. In the dog-like page: 318 manner of his drawing near there was something superbly ridiculous, unless one chanced to view it in another light. Presently the stranger said, whiffing, "Do something for me."
The boy started up.
"No; stay where you are. I don't want you to go anywhere; I want you to talk to me. Tell me what you have been doing all your life."
The boy slunk down again. Would that the man had asked him to root up bushes with his hands for his horse to feed on; or to run to the far end of the plain for the fossils that lay there; or to gather the flowers that grew on the far low hills; he would have run and been back quickly—but now!
"I have never done anything," he said.
"Then tell me of that nothing. I like to know what other folks have been doing whose word I can believe. It is interesting. What was the first thing you ever wanted very much?"
The boy waited to remember, then began page: 319 hesitatingly, but soon the words flowed. In the smallest past we find an inexhaustible mine when once we begin to dig at it. We stare ourselves at the things we draw forth when for another we disturb the days of old.
A confused, disordered story it was—the little made large and the large small, and nothing showing its inward meaning. It is not till the past has receded many steps that before the clearest eyes it falls into co-ordinate pictures. It is not till the I we tell of has ceased to exist, that it takes its place among other objective realities, and finds its true niche in the picture. The present and the near past is a confusion, whose meaning flashes on us as it slinks away into the distance.
The stranger lit one cigar from the end of another, and puffed and listened, with half-closed eyes.
"I will remember more to tell you if you like," said the boy.page: 320
He spoke with that extreme gravity common to all very young things who feel deeply. It is not till twenty that we learn to be in deadly earnest and to laugh. The stranger nodded, while the fellow sought for something more to relate. He would tell all to this man of his—all that he knew, all that he had felt, his inmost sorest thought. Suddenly the stranger turned upon him.
"Boy," he said, "you are happy to be here."
Waldo looked at him. Was his delightful one ridiculing him? Here, with this brown earth and these low hills! while the rare wonderful world lay all beyond them! Fortunate to be here!
The stranger read his glance.
"Yes," he said; "here with the karroo-bushes and red sand. You wonder what I mean? To all who have been born in the old faith there comes a time of danger, when the old slips from us, and we have not yet planted our feet on the new; when the voice from Sinai page: 321 thunders no more, and the still small voice of reason is not yet heard. We have proved the religion our mothers fed us on to be a delusion; in our bewilderment we see no rule by which to guide our steps day by day; and yet every day we must step somewhere. We have never once been taught by word or act to distinguish between religion and the moral laws on which it has artfully fastened itself, and from which it has sucked its vitality. When we have dragged down the weeds and creepers that covered the solid wall and have found them to be rotten wood, we imagine the wall itself to be rotten wood too. We find it is solid and standing only when we fall headlong against it. We have been taught that all right and wrong originate in the will of an irresponsible being. It is some time before we see how the inexorable 'Thou shalt and shalt not,' are carved into the nature of things. This is the time of danger.
"In the end experience will inevitably teach page: 322 us that the laws for a wise and noble life have a foundation infinitely deeper than the fiat of any being, God or man, even in the groundwork of human nature. She will teach us that whoso sheddeth man's blood, though by man his blood be not shed, though no man avenge and no hell await; yet every drop shall blister on his soul and eat in the name of the dead. She will teach that whoso takes a love not lawfully his own, gathers a flower with a poison on its petals; that whoso revenges, strikes with a sword that has two edges—one for his adversary,—one for himself; that who lives to himself is dead, though the ground is not yet on him; that who wrongs another clouds his own sun; and that who sins in secret stands accursed and condemned before the one Judge who deals eternal justice—his own all-knowing self.
"Experience will teach us this, and reason will show us why it must be so; but at first the world swings before our eyes, and no voice cries page: 323 out, 'This is the way, walk ye in it!' Boy, you are happy to be here! When the suspense fills you with pain you build stone walls and dig earth for relief. Others have stood where you stand to-day, and have felt as you feel; and another relief has been offered them, and they have taken it.
"When the day has come when they have seen the path in which they might walk, they have not the strength to follow it. Habits have fastened on them from which nothing but death can free them; which cling closer than his sacerdotal sanctimony to a priest; which feed on the intellect like a worm sapping energy, hope, creative power, resolution, all that makes a man higher than a beast—leaving only the power to yearn, to regret, and to sink lower in the abyss.
"Boy," he said, and the listener was not more unsmiling now than the speaker, "you are happy to be here! Stay where you are. If you ever pray, let it be only the one old prayer— page: 324 'Lead us not into temptation.' Live on here quietly. The time may yet come when you will be that which other men have hoped to be and never will be now."
The stranger rose, shook the dust from his sleeve, and half-ashamed of his earnestness, looked across the bushes for his horse.
"We should have been on our way already," he said. "We shall have a long ride in the dark to-night."
Waldo hastened to fetch the animal; but he returned leading it slowly. The sooner it came the sooner would its rider be gone.
The stranger was opening his saddle-bag, in which were a bright French novel and an old brown volume. He took the last and held it out to the boy.
"It may be of some help to you. It was a gospel to me when I first fell on it. You must not expect too much," he said; "but it may give you a centre round which to organize page: 325 your confused ideas. We of this generation are not destined to eat and be satisfied as our fathers were; but to search, and be hungry."
He smiled his automaton smile, and rebuttoned the bag. Waldo thrust the book into his breast, and while he saddled the horse the stranger made inquiries as to the nature of the road and the distance to the next farm.
When the bags were fixed Waldo took up his wooden post and began to fasten it on to the saddle, tying it with the little blue cotton handkerchief from his neck. The stranger looked on in silence. When it was done the boy held the stirrup for him to mount.
"What is your name?" he inquired, ungloving his right hand when he was in the saddle.
The boy replied.
"Well, I trust we shall meet again some day, sooner or later."
He shook hands with the ungloved hand; then drew on the glove, touched his horse, and page: 326 rode slowly away. The boy stood to watch him.
Once when the stranger had gone half across the plain he looked back.
"Poor devil," he said, smiling and stroking his moustache. Then he looked to see if the little blue handkerchief were still safely knotted. "Poor devil!"
He smiled, and then he sighed wearily, very wearily.
And Waldo waited till the moving speck had disappeared on the horizon; then he stooped and kissed passionately a hoof-mark in the sand. Then he called his young birds together, and put his book under his arm, and walked home along the stone wall. There was a rare beauty to him in the sunshine that evening.


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Join Coach Feller and his talented staff for an outstanding volleyball experience at UC Berkeley this summer.
With multiple programs to choose from, you are sure to find the camp to fit your needs. All sessions are divided by skill level on the first day. Training sessions boast an 8-to-1 campers to coach ratio to ensure each player receives individual instruction and attention. The youth and intermediate day programs are designed to provide a solid foundation for all aspects of the game. The advanced camp is designed for high school aged players with 3 years of club or high school experience.
Cal also offers beach camps, please visit the link below for more information.
Camps are open to any and all entrants and only restricted by age and gender.
Since he first stepped on campus in 1999, Feller has been able to craft the Bears into a Pac-10 contender and a national powerhouse. The facts speak for themselves - a school-record 11 consecutive postseason appearances, seven 20-win seasons in the past nine years, six NCAA round of 16 appearances, 13 different All-America selections and an appearance in the 2007 and 2010 NCAA semifinals.
Feller directed the Bears to the NCAA Tournament for the 11th year in a row in 2012 despite dealing with a deluge of injuries. Cal lost two starters to season-ending injuries before the campaign ever started and had to contend with an assortment of other ailments throughout the year. Still, the Bears notched victories over top-10 opponents Oregon and Hawaii and got back to the postseason once again.
Feller was named AVCA National Coach of the Year in 2010 after leading the Bears to their first-ever appearance in the NCAA title match. Cal won its first-ever share of the Pac-10 Conference title and produced two first-team All-Americans in the same season for the first time in school history.
Feller also put the Bears at the top of college volleyball when the 2011 squad was ranked No. 1 in the country for four weeks. The Bears were ranked in the top-10 all season and finished with an overall record of 26-7.
Feller was also the Volleyball Magazine National Coach of the Year in 2010, as well as 2007. Under his guidance, seven different Bears have produced 13 AVCA All-America certificates, including Cal's first Pac-10 Player of the Year, outside hitter Hana Cutura in 2009 and the program's first AVCA National Player of the Year, Carli Lloyd in 2010.
Beyond taking the Bears to the postseason, Feller has generated excitement in the local volleyball community. Cal's Haas Pavilion was one of four host sites for the NCAA regional semifinals in 2012 and has also hosted NCAA first and second round matches in 2003, 2004, 2008 and 2009. His players are closely connected to the community through their commitment to camps and clinics offered throughout the year. During the summer of 2008, Feller coordinated the hosting of the USA Women's Indoor Volleyball team and a scrimmage for the public in its final week before departing for the Summer Olympics in Beijing, China.
Before arriving at Berkeley, Feller was an assistant coach for the United States Women's National Volleyball Team from 1997-98. Prior to his stint with team USA, he was a highly successful head coach at Colorado State. In his 14 years directing the Rams, Feller compiled a 299-167 (.642) record with eight NCAA tournament appearances, two conference titles, 12 top-25 final rankings and several All-America, all-conference and all-academic athletes. In Feller's first season at Colorado State in 1983, he led his team to a 26-12 record, a top-20 ranking and a NCAA tournament appearance for the first time in school history. In 1987, Feller was named AVCA Regional Coach of the Year.
From 1980-83, Feller was the top assistant to Taras Liskevych (USA Olympic coach from 1985-96 and current Oregon State head coach) at the University of the Pacific in Stockton, helping the Tigers to second, fourth and fifth-place national finishes in his three years with the program.
Growing up in Palo Alto, Feller already had ties to the Bay Area before arriving at Cal in 1999. His father, David, earned his Ph.D. at Cal and his mother, Bernice, was a Cal undergraduate.
"The opportunity to coach at Cal and to have the challenge of competing in the Pac-10 Conference was a dream come true," said Feller. "Any coach who is involved in college volleyball would relish the chance to coach in the Pac-10 and to come to Cal. Working at Cal is one of the best jobs in the nation."
Promoted to assistant coach in January of 2011, she was originally hired as Cal's Director of Operations on Feb. 5, 2009. In that role, she was responsible for planning team travel and maintaining the program's budget while serving as the team liaison with the academic, financial aid, and business offices. Dorr has also served as a co-head coach for the Golden Bear Volleyball Club 14-1 squad from 2009-10.
In April of both 2010 and 2011, Dorr worked the Junior National Team and High Performance Tryouts. Dorr was instrumental in the USA A2 team tryout in February 2011 as part of the statistical analysis team. Additionally, she served as an assistant coach and technical coordinator for the USA Junior National Team in July 2010 for the NORCECA Championships in Tijuana, Mexico, where the US team won Gold.
Prior to arriving at Cal, Dorr served as an assistant coach at Georgia Tech for the 2007 and 2008 seasons. Working primarily as the offensive coordinator, she helped guide the Yellow Jackets to back-to-back 20-win seasons with a 21-10 record in 2008. Dorr was responsible for developing scouting reports and game-day offensive play sets as well as the technical development of outside hitters and middle blockers.
In addition to her coaching duties at Georgia Tech, Dorr provided direction as a recruiter, travel coordinator, and as an assistant camp director. During her tenure, her efforts helped the Yellow Jacket program raise over $12,000 for the Susan G. Komen Foundation as a part of Dig for the Cure breast cancer initiative.
Dorr arrived at Georgia Tech by way of Texas A&M, where she was the director of volleyball operations from 2005-06. During her time in College Station, Texas, she also worked as the tournament director for the 2005 NCAA College Station Regional and other home tournaments for the Aggies.
While living in College Station, Dorr served as the head coach of the Brazos Valley Volleyball Club from 2005-06 and led her squad to a 27-2 record over two seasons. Her coaching experience extends further as she held a post as head coach for the Saddleback Valley Volleyball Club in Lake Forest, Calif. where she guided the team to a 32-3 record from 2004-05.
In 1999, Dorr was the starting setter for the Rainbow Wahine as a freshman where she earned All-Western Athletic Conference second-team honors. She helped lead Hawai'i to a 29-2 record, an NCAA regional semifinal appearance and a No. 8 final AVCA ranking in her first season. In her four-year career, Dorr took the Rainbow Wahine to two NCAA national semifinal appearances, two No. 3 rankings, and a 123-12 record. She earned All-WAC second team honors three times and finished her career ranked fourth all-time for Hawai'i with 3,540 assists. Dorr was selected to the WAC All-Academic team in each of her four years with the Rainbow Wahine.
Dorr's first collegiate match was a 3-0 (15-8, 15-7, 15-5) win against Cal on Sept. 1, 1999, at the Recreational Sports Facility in Berkeley, Calif. She had 33 assists to go along with 12 digs and three kills on five attacks. The match was also the first at Cal for head coach Rich Feller.
Dorr graduated from Hawai'i with a degree in business administration in marketing in 2003. She then worked as a sales and marketing executive for KHNL and K5 Television in Honolulu before leaving the islands to play professional volleyball in the fall of 2004 with Brandenburg VCO in Berlin, Germany.
Dorr resides in San Francisco, Calif. with her husband, John, a former All-American swimmer at Cal.
McShane was largely respoinsible for arguably the greatest era ever of Cal Volleyball, while as an assistant coach he helped the Bears reach their first-ever Final Four in 2007 and two other NCAA Regional Finals. Cal went 114-47 during his five-year stint on the Bears' staff, reaching at least the second round of the NCAA Tournament every year. He also helped produce seven AVCA All-Americans and 26 Pac-12 All-Academic selections.
McShane left Cal in 2010 to become the head coach at Air Force, where the program improved on its win total in four consecutive years. Air Force's recruiting classes received two high honorable mention accolades by PrepVolleyball.com during his tenure, and his teams produced 22 Mountain West All-Academic selections.
Prior to his stint at Berkeley, McShane served as an assistant coach at Utah, New Mexico and BYU. He and Cal head coach Rich Feller were also assistant coaches together for the U.S. National Team in 1996.
As an undergraduate at UC Santa Barbara, McShane played on the only intercollegiate team to win the USAV Open National Championship. The UCSB teams finished second in the NCAA Championships in 1974 and '75, and finished third in the NCAA Regional Championships in 1976. He was an All-American for the Gauchos in 1974.
He earned his bachelor's degree from UC Santa Barbara in 1977 and his master's degree from BYU in 1982. While at BYU, he played on the men's club team that finished third at the USAV Open National Championship in 1981.
McShane lives in the East Bay with his wife, Dana.
Day Camps
Youth: July 6-8 (Thursday-Saturday)
Intermediate I: July 9-11 (Sunday-Tuesday)
Intermediate II: July 16-19 (Sunday-Wednesday)
Intermediate III: July 20-22 (Thursday-Saturday)
Check-in: Campers arrive at 8:00AM on the first day of camp
Check-out: 4:00pm each day
Camp runs from 9:00am-4:00pm daily. Lunch is not provided. Campers should bring a sack lunch with them each day. Pizza is sold each day for $2 a slice.
Overnight Camp
Advanced: July 12-15 (Wednesday-Saturday)
Overnight and commuter options available
Ratio: 1:8
Players Grouped by: skill then age
Evaluation: Written by coaching staff
Facility: Haas Pavilion
Equipment Needed: kneepads, water bottle, lunch & snacks, shoes, athletic clothes - shorts/tees
8:45AM Arrive & Check-in
9:00-12:00 Camp Session
12:00 Lunch
1:00-4:00 Camp Session
4:00 Pick up
I had such a great time at the Cal Berkeley camp, I can't wait to do it again next summer. I'm so happy I learned to hit, set & block better and I really feel I have a better understanding of the game. I can't wait to try my new skills out on the court back at school:) I was really inspired by the Berkeley team coaches. I've always felt a little awkward cuz of my height ( I'm tall for my age), it was really awesome to see how tall the real players are and how athletic and strong they are. Thank you for the fun experience!
They have excellent coaches and instruction. They create a sense of camaraderie amongst the players and they care for each student individually. They are always available to answer questions for me as a parent if I have any and they are very easy to reach if I need to contact them immediately.


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Three Rivers Mad Max's Briggs EIC CLEAR, OFA Hips-Good, Elbows-Normal, CNM Clear through Parentage, CERF Clear.
Briggs is sired by FC AFC Crow Rivers Cougar's Mad Max and his dam is Three Rivers Rainbow Charm JH
Three Rivers Mad Max's Briggs EIC CLEAR, OFA Hips-Good, Elbows-Normal, CNM Clear through Parentage, CERF Clear.
Briggs is sired by FC AFC Crow Rivers Cougar's Mad Max and his dam is Three Rivers Rainbow Charm JH
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"Chance" - JackCreeks Last Chance (Rebel With A Cause X Blackstone's Without Equal), PRA-Clear, CERF-normal, CNM-Clear, EIC Clear, PennHIP-both hips 0.28, OFA Hips-Good, OFA Elbows-Normal, Thyroid-normal, RD/OSD-normal.
"Brodie" - JackCreeks Sunrise Explosion of Moonstone - 9 mos. (TaylorsLab Magic Trick X Moonstone's Hug And Moochie) PRA-Clear, CERF-Normal, CNM-Clear, EIC-Clear, PennHIP hips @ 0.26, OFA Hips & Elbows to be done at 24 mos.
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JackCreek Kennels
Ransom's Rascal of Jackcreek JH SH - deceased
Ransom's Golden Eye of JackCreek JH SH 1 pass short of MH - deceased
JackCreek's Last Chance SH MH
JackCreek's Sunrise Explosion of Moonstone ***
JackCreek's Rhinestone Cowgirl
Let your dreams outgrow the shoes of your expectations. Ryunosuke Satoro
Gib's Hilltop Mystique MH EIC-Clear D08-048162
Galum's Gynni Girl SH, EIC carrier, CNM clear, OFA Hips good, elbows normal, CERF normal.
(NFTCH AFTCH FC AFC TNT's Mr. Peabody Prairiemarsh X Wyldfire's Midknight Lullaby MH)
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I think they were all made to shoot because if they were not why did they give them that whirr of wings that moves you suddenly more than any love of country . . . I think that they were made to shoot and some of us were made to shoot them and if that is not so well, never say we did not tell you that we liked it.
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Duckponds Impossible Dream II, EIC Carrier (FC/AFC Dare To Dream x Duckponds Runaround Sue,SH-by Lean Mac)
Trumarcs Bankshot Bandit, SH -EIC Carrier (Esprits Out Of The Woods x Maple Creeks Sunny Delight)
Waterspook Kickin Gunshot SH, Eic Carrier(Waterspook Kickin Good Time,MH (Hiwood Apache sired) x Poconip Annie Get Yer Gun,JH(Watermarks the boss sired)
Waterspook MacDonald Tartan,JH - EIC CLEAR ( FC AFC Kensbridge Darkly Handsome x Waterspook Tomfoolery,SH)
Waterspook Girl Named Will, JH -EIC CLEAR (GMHR Riparian Bearly Behavin,MH x Waterspook MacDonald Tartan,JH)
Waterspook All American Gunshot, EIC CLEAR ( Waterspook Kickin Gunshot, SH x Waterspook MacDonald Tartan, JH)
Waterspook Suzie Q Thomas, EIC CLEAR (Waterspook Kickin Gunshot, SH x Waterspook MacDonald Tartan, JH)
Waterspook Sables Dark Secret, MH (Sable)
Trumarcs Bankshot Bandit, MH ( Fats)
Waterspook Tomfoolery, SH ( Tommie)
Waterspook Bankshot Whiz Bang,JH (Jesse)
Waterspooks Girl Named Bill, SH ( Billie- my princess.....)
Waterspook Kickin' Gunshot, SH ( Boom)
Waterspook Kickin' Good Time MH(Kick)
Waterspooks Partner In Crime, SH ( Bouncer)
Brush Creek Waterspook, JH, WC- my first girl.(Spooky)
CBR Goosecreek Gift of the Magi "Della" CLEAR for EIC, still waiting on DM
Caper's Vega Shine - EIC clear ( Ebonstar Lean Mac x Cameo's Bold Caper)
Till Seeker - EIC clear (Creek Robber x Caper's Vega Shine)
Tested through the U of M research.
Shdw Mtn Kwick Cheque Out --- EIC clear # D08-051342
(FC AFC Taylorlab Downtown Dusty Brown X MPR HRCH UH Kwick Taffey of Joemacs MH)
(Watermark's Bases Loaded X Curly's Moon Raven)
(Five Star General Patton X Voigts Leathal Kate)
(Candlewoods Ramblin Man X Mandigo's Betty Boop)
(Fox C's Take It To The Bank X Wojo's Doggie Dinosaurus (Dino))
FC Wingover's Oliver (FC Chena River Chavez x FC Cantebury's Bet on Black ) EIC CLEAR
Folly Cove's Cosmic Charlee (FC Running With The Devil x AFC Winifox Penny from Heaven )


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Folate is a naturally occurring B vitamin which plays a role in cell production and division, including the production of red blood cells.7 It is found in many foods such as spinach and leafy green vegetables, dried beans, liver and citrus fruits. Folic acid is the man-made form of folate. Folic acid can be taken as a vitamin supplement and is found in fortified foods, particularly grains, such as cereals, breads, and flours.1
During pregnancy, folic acid helps the neural tube grow. The neural tube is what develops into the baby's brain and spinal cord. Without enough folic acid, the neural tube may not close correctly. This leads to spina bifida, a condition in which the spinal cord and/or a sac filled with spinal fluid protrude through an opening in the back. Insufficient folic acid can also lead to anencephaly, which is a condition where there is an absence of a large part of the brain and skull.7According to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC) a woman who supplements her diet with folic acid before and during pregnancy may be able to reduce the risk of her baby being born with spina bifida and anencephaly by 50-70%.1 Another study which was published in the British Medical Journal found that taking folic acid supplements during the first trimester "reduced the risk of isolated cleft lip (with or without cleft palate) by about a third."6 Other benefits of taking folic acid during pregnancy include: reduced risk of developing preeclampsia (pregnancy-induced high blood pressure), premature birth, low birth weight, miscarriage, and poor growth in the womb.7
A woman who is pregnant should be getting 400 micrograms (mcg) of Folic Acid daily. In order to get the complete benefits that Folic Acid can offer in preventing birth defects of the brain and spine, a woman should start taking the recommended dose at least 1 month before she becomes pregnant and continue taking it throughout her pregnancy. 1 It is recommended that women of childbearing age get 400 mcg of folic acid every day because many pregnancies are unplanned and because NTDs occur within the first month of pregnancy, before most women even know they are pregnant.3
Folic Acid supplements in the form of prenatal pills are recommended to woman of child bearing age because most women do not get the recommended dosage from their diets. In order to find out if you are getting enough Folic Acid, check the dietary labels on any supplements and foods you purchase. Make sure that it says 400 micrograms (mcg).1 Folic acid is also beneficial to women because it may lower the risks of heart disease, stroke and some types of cancers.7
Most adults do not experience any side effects when consuming the recommended amount each day, which is 400 mcg. There is some concern that taking too much folic acid (800 mcg or more) might cause serious side effects. Don't take more than 400 mcg per day unless directed by your healthcare provider.2
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Calcium - 1,000-1,300 mg
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We were duped into a multi-trillion dollar war, which we and our children for generations will be struggling to pay....and you supporters of the troops and fiscal responsibility are ok with that???
That is the ULTIMATE in hypocrisy and double-standards. The stimulus, the health care.....all that is minutia compared to these wars were entangled in. Ask the Russians how it worked out for them. Oh, there I go again, bringing up ancient history. Sorry.
God Bless PFC Jamie Harkness. The US Army's newest PFC, but still our neighbor's little girl!


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I know that this does not interest everyone, but I have received many emails regarding the first pod cast on Winter camping. I would like to say thanks to the kind comments and the encouragement.
Having said that, there will be more.
Here is what is in the works right now.
We are working on some topical shows. One on the role of the OA in the Troop and the duties of the OA representative. The other show will center on the Webelos to Scout Transition and relationships between the Troop and the Pack. Venturing out, I will even be joined by some special guests and co hosts. So I am looking forward to those.
I have also created a blog for the pod casts. It can be found at http://thescoutmasterminutepodcast.wordpress.com/
Thanks again, and if you have any ideas or suggestions, let me know.
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I doubt the Mongols had a central bank and they were pretty good at the total war thing in their day.
But the advent of the industrial revolution, at least in my view -- I'm no military historian or anything -- changed the whole notion of civilians and combatants. It eventually became plainly evident to the North in the Civil War -- especially since they were fighting on enemy turf -- that the difference between the two sides was the relative power of industry and the general support of the local population. Destroy those two things, and victory would be swiftly achieved. Sherman was really the first to grasp this and his March -- which ran counter to the established wisdom and decorum of the time -- effectively ended the South's ability to continue the fight.
Edit: Now that I think about, I believe Ron Paul's point is that wars are so expensive they are almost always paid for with deficit spending (the alternative being to simply print money, which destroys the value of currency). I see what he's getting at, but I think he's forgetting that the model in ancient Rome, for example, that had no central bank, was a continuous policy of expansion, the goal being to control huge lands whose annual tribute would vastly outweigh the cost of armies and armaments. Not a good way to fund a public works project, if you ask me. But then again Ron Paul doesn't believe in public works projects.
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I think he means the establishment of the Federal Reserve in 1913.
WW1 soon after. You know the rest.
People like to say we borrow all this money from China to fund wars and government. But the reality is the overwhelming majority of that money comes from the Federal Reserve.
"Politics is the Art of Looking for Trouble, Finding it Everywhere, Diagnosing it Incorrectly, and Applying the Wrong Remedies".
I thought after he stopped posting yesterday he would have gotten the **** over it and took some perspective of his pitiful life. But apparently we gravely insulted his honor and it needs to be avenged. Youd think we talked about anally raping his crippled grandmother but i suppose questioning Romney is equally as insulting to him.
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Gail A. Losching
JANESVILLE---Gail A. Losching, age 71, of Janesville, died on February 3, 2013, at home. She was born in Madison on September 29, 1941, the daughter of Kenneth Edward "Sparky" and Vivian Marie (Hiller) Godding. Gail was a 1960 graduate of Janesville High School and attended the former Whitewater State Teacher's College. She married her high school sweetheart, Bernard A. Losching on December 17, 1960, at St. Patrick's Catholic Church, Janesville, and he preceded her in death on December 31, 2011. Gail was a member of First Lutheran Church. She was a former member of the Janesville Women's Club serving on many committees and as Vice President. She was a member and volunteer at the YWCA on planning, events, and as a Crisis Line Prevention Center volunteer.
Gail enjoyed playing tennis with many special friends at the former Janesville Indoor Tennis Club for years. She loved watercolor painting, especially making cards for her family and friends. Reading her own hardcover books was special to her. She enjoyed her lunch groups, especially with her grade school friends who were a great joy. Gail had a special penchant for finding four leaf clovers of which she had hundreds. She always said she was lucky, having the most wonderful family in the universe. Her children and grandchildren were her most precious gifts.
Gail is survived by her 3 children; Kipley Losching (Mark Erdman) of Milton, Tenya Losching (Steve DePaepe) of Kenilworth, IL, and Ayrand (Gregg) Robinson of Shenandoah, IA; and 7 grandchildren: Zachary Eide, Elizabeth Eide, Madeleine Robinson, Alexander Robinson, Andrew DePaepe, William DePaepe and Olivia DePaepe; 2 dearest sisters, Vikki Wong and Patricia Cusick both of Janesville; and a dear brother, Gary (Norma) Godding of Janesville. She was preceded in death by her parents; husband, Bernard; and a brother, Dean Godding.
A Funeral Service will be held at 1:00 p.m. on Wednesday, February 6, 2013, at FIRST LUTHERAN CHURCH, Janesville with Rev. James Melvin officiating. Visitation will be held on Wednesday from 11:00 a.m. until the time of service at the church. The family is being assisted by SCHNEIDER APFEL SCHNEIDER & SCHNEIDER FUNERAL HOME & CREMATORY, Janesville.
"Gail was blessed to have received such wonderful care from Dr. Shekhani and the Oncology Staff. Also a special thanks to Agrace HospiceCare nurses who attended to her every need and meant a great deal to her."
Mom's note to her children: My love for you my children; Kipley, Tenya and Ayrand and my grandchildren: Zachary, Elizabeth, Madeleine, Alexander, Andrew, William and Olivia, is immeasurable. There are no words to express that love. As Dad said before he passed away, he would be watching us from above. Now, we will be watching you from above with all our love. –Mom