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Dr S's receptionist moves with an aloof, feline grace down the hall. I follow in her wake of Opium, feeling clumsy and inferior. At the examining room door, she turns to gesture me inside. Alone in the small room, I slip the paper smock over my clothes and struggle to fit my long hair into the paper cap. I can hear the blood pounding in my ears. I shift uncomfortably on the narrow exam table. How much longer? Five minutes? Fifteen?
Then, miraculously, the door clicks open and Dr S enters the room, a tall, good-looking man of about 45, as handsome a deity as any Hollywood casting director could have dreamed up, wearing surgical scrubs which are somewhat rumpled and specked ever so slightly with traces of rusty blood.
"Hope! My dear, good morning. How are you?"
"Fine," I say, which now that he's here is less of a lie.
Dr S approaches me, standing so close I can smell the piney cologne rising off his warm skin. His brows knit together as he studies the bump on my lower lip, a flaw which I know is jarringly obvious in spite of my careful application of flesh-toned lipstick. "We're going to fix this today." He presses the bump and I wince, not only because it hurts, but because I need to see the tender regret in his eyes at having caused me pain. "Sorry. I've got to check a post-op patient, and then we'll begin. It will only be a few more minutes."
When the door closes behind him, I feel I'll jump out of my skin. For the first time, the reality of the procedure hits me: it will hurt what he's going to do; how could it not? As if the painful bump and my pounding fear are not enough, the familiar blaming refrain descends upon me like a hammer - this is all your fault. You brought this on yourself. It is your punishment for wanting something so frivolous, so silly and wasteful. You vain, selfish fool.
When the door clicks open again, my heart gives a bleat of joy. But it is only the nurse, come to lead me to the operating room.
"Hope." Dr S stands at the door. "Before we begin, there's something I want to show you. Come in."
To my surprise there is a woman on the operating table. She is dark-haired, doe-eyed, perhaps 40. Her body is draped in a white blanket. She blinks at me and smiles sleepily. "This is Alix," Dr S says.
On the white paper sheet beneath her head are half a dozen or so nickel-sized reddish blotches, where blood from an unseen wound had dripped.
"Alix just had what I like to call a 'lunchtime lift'. Have you heard of it? It's revolutionary," he says. "State of the art. It gives the effect of a brow lift without any of the downtime." There's a surge of bravado in Dr S's voice; the voice of a showman, a salesman? I have no interest in a brow lift, so I do not know how to react. Dr S approaches the woman on the table, pressing one of her manicured hands in his own. "Come closer, Hope," he scolds gently. "Don't be shy."
I feel a tinge of annoyance: this is supposed to be my surgery, my moment. Alix turns towards Dr S and smiles up at him; the look of trust and intimacy they exchange makes my throat ache with longing.
"Just look at her," Dr S says, his eyes still fixed on Alix. "Isn't she lovely? She looks 25 years old."
My smile, automatic, hides my confusion. I myself am only 23.
"You could benefit from this, too, Hope." Dr S returns the full wattage of his gaze on me. "You're very girl-next-door, and this would give you an exotic, sort of foreign look. Here, let me show you."
Exotic. Foreign. How can I resist a delicious, illicit offer to become someone I am not? Does Dr S see inside me, does he know that, if I could, I would shed my face and body, my very self, on his table as nimbly as a snake sheds its skin, in favour of becoming a beautiful stranger? Almost somnambulant, I allow Dr S to position me in front of an oval mirror on the wall. He stands behind me, putting his fingers on my temples, pulling the skin back and upward. "Look," he says. His voice is low and so near my ear that the little hairs on my neck rise. The change in me, though subtle, is startling. My round, green eyes are now slightly uptilted, catlike, the eyes of an Italian movie star. I want what I see in the mirror, impulsively and fervently.
"If you do it today," Dr S says softly, "at the same time as your lip, I'll only charge you one thousand. Usually I charge $1,600. I always give a break on multiple procedures."
A beat passes. When I don't respond, he says, "If you like, Alana can just throw it on your credit card."
Of the three plastic surgeons I've been to, Dr S was the first who did not raise his eyebrows upon noticing my age on my chart. He did not fix me with a quizzical look as I ticked off the procedures I'd already had. Lips. Nose. Cheekbones. Lips again. From that first consultation, I could see that, with Dr S, nothing I asked for would be off-limits. It thrills me, the dizzy possibility of it. But it frightens me, too. Without the brakes of someone else's disapproval, real or imagined, to slow me, what procedures will I not undertake? How far will I go?
"What do you say, Hope?"
To refuse requires more assertiveness than I can muster. The stakes seem enormous: to risk losing Dr S's favour; to languish for ever in dreary girl-next-doordom. "No!" I cry.
"What?" Dr S's brown eyes are round with surprise.
"I mean, yes! Sorry. I meant yes. Let's do it." Dr S's approving smile warms me like a rush of love.
I recline on the operating table, giving myself up to the sterile ministrations of the nurse. It is to be a local anaesthetic. Dr S leans over me holding a large syringe. With my face tilted towards his, he could almost be leaning in for a kiss.
Numb now, my lip feels thick as bread dough. The nurse dabs at my mouth with a square of white gauze, which comes away livid with my blood. I close my eyes. Vivaldi soars on the stereo. Dr S's hands on my face are cool and dry in their latex gloves. I am safe now.
"This is the thing the other guy is terrified of doing." He means the other surgeon, Dr R, who inserted the strip of Gore-Tex that is now pushing its way out of my lower lip. Gore-Tex is a synthetic material commonly used to insulate winter coats. It was supposed to give my lip a luscious, full look. But instead of a pretty pout, I got this unsightly, infected lump. A cyst, I told my roommates.
"Doctor," I say, a whisper, a slurred prayer. "If there was an earthquake right now, and the power went out ... "
"What would happen to you?" Dr S finishes my thought. "I wouldn't leave you."
I wouldn't leave you. This is what I needed so much to know. If the ceiling collapsed, if he were hurt, if he had to stagger to attend my supine body, he would. Is this what love feels like, I wonder.
My eyes flicker lazily. There is a small metal table beside me, a few inches from my face. Atop it, I see several bloody surgical tools. Casually, I regard my own blood, unmoved. But what is that other thing, that narrow strip of pale skin from which sprouts short, stiff brownish hairs like a squirrel's? What is this bit of roadkill on the surgical tray?
My eyes strain to see the floor below. There, on the white linoleum, strands of my own long hair lie splayed in a messy heap. With a jolt it hits me. My skin. My hair. My own severed flesh on the tray.
My breathing seems to halt. Calm, I tell myself, calm, calm. Breathe. Don't have a panic attack now. What's done is done.
"Are you all right?" Dr S asks.
"Yes." It shocks me that I can feel such terror and speak so offhandedly. "It's just that I'm staring at a chunk of my scalp on your table."
After a beat, Dr S seems to register what I've said. His staccato laugh pipes out. "Did you hear that, Jeanne?" he says to his nurse. "A chunk of her scalp. Beautiful and funny! I like that."
His laughter washes over me. Beautiful. He thinks I'm beautiful. I close my eyes, trying to recapture the feeling of ecstatic surrender. I tell myself, you are the straw that he will spin into gold.
I almost believe it.
The heavy click of the deadbolt reassures me as I turn my key in the lock that my roommates are not home. As I'd hoped, the apartment is silent and still. I moved into the apartment from my parents' house a few months ago, after my fourth surgery, when my mother told me that she would not allow her daughter's "self-mutilation" to occur under her roof.
My mother always performed best in her maternal role when there was something wrong with me. Whether it be a bad haircut or a cold, she became an engine of motherly concern. She would bring me magazines, soup; she brushed my hair; she hovered. Healthy and robust, I became somehow frightening. Damaged, I was a bird she could fold under her wing. But this was different. A case of the sniffles, a too-short fringe, or a lousy boyfriend were manageable ailments. This time, I had damaged the part of myself she both worshipped and feared: my appearance.
I have heard that mother birds sometimes push their young out of the nest if they are sickly or deformed. As for my mother, she took one look at her disfigured offspring and fled the nest herself. She checked into the Ritz-Carlton in Marina Del Rey and called my father with explicit instructions that she would not come home until I was gone.
And so I found myself in this apartment, the fourth in a quartet of roommates, all single young women in their mid-20s. Every morning I lie in bed and listen to the three of them getting ready for work, for school, for whatever business or engagements their day may hold. Showers run; coffee perks. I listen to their preparations with a sense of wonder. How are they able to go out into the world each day, fresh and full of energy? How is it that I have lost the knack for everyday life? I can't imagine going to a job, even looking for a job.
I had drifted in and out of graduate school the same way I drifted everywhere in my life. I had long ago lost interest in academic subjects, my early talent for creative writing eclipsed by my intense fixation on my appearance. My roommates must wonder about me, the new girl, who mysteriously doesn't work and whose days are unaccounted for. I'm polite, evasive, elusive. I prefer to remain anonymous.
Now, in my bedroom, I catch my reflection in one of the mirrors on my wall. I'm startled, for a moment, at my uplifted eyes. I get up close to the mirror now, turn my face from side to side. I like my new eyes, I decide. They do look somewhat exotic; they will look even more so with dark make-up, perhaps some kohl liner. I will experiment, play with them as with a new toy; it will keep me busy for a while.
My father's parents, Clayton and Eleanor Hathaway, were not the richest people in Hancock Park. There were the Van de Kamps and the Ahmansons and the Bannings. But my grandfather was revered because he handled something of utmost importance to them: he delivered their babies. My father's younger sister, Diane, still lived in her girlhood bedroom on the second floor. Diane suffered from an array of vague but never-ending physical ailments: stomach distress, fatigue, lightheadedness.
My mother said the Hathaways didn't like her because she wasn't a society girl. But I suspected my mother needed to be fussed over to feel important, and the Hathaways were far too refined for fussing. Any excess of emotion had been bred out of them, like an overbright colour dulled by many washings. My father's family, too, had a certain established order. Each of us had a title and a role. My mother was the rogue. My grandmother was the genteel gentlewoman. My father was the good-natured goof. I was the pretty one.
My mother's desire for me to be glamorous, stunning and charming - to dazzle my father's family - added to the pressure I already heaped upon myself.
Snapshot: a sunny Sunday afternoon, my senior year of high school. No picture was taken on that day, but if it had been it would look like this: the three of us, my mother, my father and I, a perfect family trio, enjoying the day by our pool in Hancock Park.
My mother is stretched out on the sun-warmed deck near the shallow end; I am lying on my stomach on a chaise longue at the other end of the pool. My father swims laps. Both my mother and I wear bikinis. I reach back and undo the clasp of my bikini top to tan my back. Relaxing under the molten heat of the sun, I close my eyes.
My father finishes swimming his laps and gets out of the pool, hopping from foot to foot to shake the water from his ears. My father at 40 is a good-looking man. He has aged better than my mother. Whereas in youth he was scrawny and gangly, with age he has filled out into a broad-shouldered, well-built man, with a thick head of wavy, dark hair and blue eyes. He spreads his towel on the other chaise, beside mine; the lounger creaks under his weight as he flops on to it. I raise my head slightly, open one eye to smile at him. But he isn't looking at me. He is looking across the pool at my mother, who has abruptly got up, and is striding into the house without a word. Just before she steps through the door, she gives him a look of such mysterious searing intensity that I shiver under the hot sun.
"What's with her?" I say, trying to be jokey, to make light of what I want to assume is just another of her mood swings.
My father stares at the place where my mother had been as if she is still there. Something has changed, minutely, in the air between us. He says, in a stilted voice, "I think I'll go in."
My parents fight over the most trivial things; my mother's anger and unhappiness bubble up often and unexpectedly, like dinosaur bones in the nearby La Brea tar pits. I continue to lie outside by the pool, though my heart beats more rapidly now. Finally, I gather up my towel and go inside.
Something is wrong. I feel it right away; my mother's rage hangs in the air like the stench of something rotten. Down the hall, from behind their door, I can hear my parents' animated voices. My father's, low and strained, is pleading, my mother's shrill and furious.
Don't listen, I tell myself. I turn on the shower, one hand testing the water's temperature. There is a towel hanging on my bathroom door, but I tell myself I want a fresh one. Halfway down the hall to the linen closet, I freeze. My mother is screaming. "What the hell is going on between you two?" she shrieks. "Why did you sit next to her? Tempting you, in that little bikini! I know exactly what she's doing, and I know what you're thinking, don't think I don't!"
I know it, I knew it, yet still it takes a moment to realise: she is talking about me. I look down at my breasts in the bikini top, the flat terrain of my belly, and freeze with terror. Dear God.
I cannot hear my father's panicked, protesting response. Whatever he says only seems to inflame my mother further.
"You're attracted to her, aren't you?" she wails. "Admit it! She's young and beautiful, and I'm not! I'm not an idiot, you know. Don't think I can't see what's going on here, right under my fucking nose!"
"I didn't sit by her, Virginia." My father's words are calm, measured and perfectly clear. Does he know he's lying, or is sitting by me simply not worth defending? I want to barge into their room, smack him, to shake him until he acknowledges me. I'm your daughter, for Christ's sake! What is wrong with sitting next to your own daughter!
I slink back down the hall to my bathroom. I peel off my bikini, avoiding the sight of myself in the mirror. I turn on the water, so hot I can hardly bear it. I push my face into the scalding spray, willing it to burn away what I've just heard, to sear the pain that has opened up inside me.
When I can't sleep, when there aren't any new magazines to distract me, when I can't possibly find another excuse to visit Dr S's office, these are the days when despair settles into my body like fever, making my bones ache. It is a misconception, the idea that depression is all in the head. I rush back and forth to the mirror, checking, always checking; for what? I'll think, what if I had bigger lips? I'll think about this for a while, play with the idea. What if I had bigger lips and a smaller nose? What would it take for me to be satisfied with my appearance? Answer: everything. Nothing. Nothing and everything. The riddle I am really trying to solve is: what will it take to make me happy?
Mirror, mirror, on the wall, I just need larger breasts, that's all! Just this one little improvement and - happiness! Yes! Bigger breasts! All those other nagging, painful thoughts are eclipsed. All I can think about is how much better I'll look and how much more confident I'll feel with this thing, this change I want to make.
Maybe, if I weren't so vain and squeamish, my obsession would have taken a more predictable form. I would stick a finger down my throat or dig a razor blade into my arm. Or step on the scale 50 times a day, count every calorie. Wouldn't all of these achieve the same purpose? Yes, but then again my fascination with plastic surgery feels so right. It is the perfect modern-day affliction for a poor little rich girl like myself. How appropriate that a Hathaway should choose a route to self-annihilation that is elaborate, expensive and essentially passive. I'm not brave enough to carve myself up in private; I've got to pay someone else to do it.
What if I had bigger breasts?
After the initial thought, obsession begins to take over. I am compelled to go through with it. It becomes a personal mission, a test of my resolve.
I'm at Dr S's surgery; he sits down on a little stool beside me, and my heart lurches.
"Doctor!" That word. "I was thinking about breast surgery." The words spill out of my mouth in a breathless rush, like a sob. "What do you think?"
Dr S gives me his full attention. "Larger or smaller?" he asks.
His question startles me. Isn't it obvious? "Larger."
Dr S's face lights up. "Breasts are my speciality," he says. "Take off your shirt. Let's see what we have." I shed my shirt and bra, utterly unselfconscious. His eyes on my naked skin raise goosebumps along my arms and stomach. I put my arms at my sides, my exposed breasts like offerings. Dr S nods his head, looking slowly from one breast to the other. He reaches out to cup each breast in his hand, as if weighing it in his palm. It is all I can do not to cry out.
"The right one is a little bigger than the left," he says. "But on the whole, you've got very nice breasts."
I feel deflated. How can he not feel the heat, the intimacy of this moment?
"After the surgery, though, you'll have traffic-stopping breasts."
After the surgery? I think, startled. I haven't decided yet.
"Your skin has wonderful elasticity." Dr S's voice is husky, but for me the moment is lost. "You're very lucky, Hope. With your young skin and your frame, you can carry off a very large implant."
"I don't know if I would want very large breasts. The thing is ... I, uh ... I really haven't given it enough thought. I have to think about it."
Disappointment - or is it some darker emotion? - clouds Dr S's face. "Take your time," he says unconvincingly. He is poised at the door. He has other patients waiting to see him. Patients quicker to make a decision than me. I cannot take up any more of his time. "Let me know what you decide," he says.
I read this about suicidal people: sometimes, they decide finally to go through with it simply because they can't stand that little voice in their head any more telling them to do it, do it. They just want to stop the noise. The same is true for other compulsives. Self-mutilators, hair pullers: sooner or later, they give in to that little nagging voice.
Do it, do it, do it . I can't tell any more if I really want bigger breasts, or if I simply want to stop obsessing about them. I stop by Dr S's office and ask his assistant to schedule the surgery.
Four weeks later I feel as if there is a truck parked on my chest. I can't turn or breathe deeply or cry. I don't want to move from my bed. Once the morphine wears off, knives stab at my chest. Rolling over is out of the question. The exertion of getting up and taking a few steps makes me pant and weep with agony.
It is April Fools' Day, and I have new breasts.
Time passes, the pain eases but I am nearly broke. I need money. I tell myself that this is why I answer the ad, in the classified section of a local newspaper. The ad says, in bold letters: figure models wanted, no experience, fast $$$. I keep the ad for a week or so before answering it. I like the sound of it: Figure Modelling. It has a nice, artsy ring to it. Like something out of Degas. Of course, a part of me knows that it isn't going to be this innocent. Especially when the ad is placed alongside those advertising escort services, sensual massage, and phone-sex lines. I know I will not be posing chastely for a master drawing class. I know, too, that the reason I am answering the ad is not entirely because I am broke.
It has come down to this. I am so caught up in my physical self that I believe it is all I have to offer, all that I am. I cannot fool myself any more that I am improving my life, that I am on a path to something significant, that Dr S will love me.
There is no misery like the misery of being trapped in your own brain. The more I think about my problems, the more tied up in knots I become. I do not want to be alone, or pretend that I am not lonely. I don't want to pretend at all. I want connection and excitement and meaning. I looked for those things in Dr S's office and, for a time, I thought I found them there. A long, long time ago something important inside me got crushed, and that little wounded thing is still in there, tiny, afraid to unfold itself. I can't do this any more.
I realise I need help
© Hope Donahue, 2004
· Hope Donahue was diagnosed as having obsessive-compulsive disorder. She has had psychotherapy and been treated with Prozac. She does not yet regard herself as completely "cured", having had collagen in her lips twice, Botox injections, permanent make-up tattooed on her brow and lips, and having booked and then cancelled four nose jobs. She had her breast implants removed. Now 36, she is married with four children and lives in New Jersey.
This is an edited extract from Beautiful Stranger, by Hope Donahue, published next month by Vision, priced £16.99.


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Zoey: Good-byes
"Well," I sniffed, turning towards Marc. "I guess this is a farewell for now."
He smiled sadly, looking deep into my eyes. "I will miss you." he said, emotion thick in his voice. "Are you crying?" he asked, bending over slightly and inching closer to me.
I wiped my eyes with my fingers, but it only made it worse. In one swift motion, Marc put his arms around me, holding me close and rocking me back and forth as if to sooth me. A few tears leaked from my eyes. After a while I pulled slightly back to look up at his face, my arms still around him. "I will see you again, yes?"
"Of course," he lightly kissed me on both my cheeks and then on my lips. "Whenever your in Europe..."
I smiled, "I've always wanted to see France."
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I laughed, "And if your ever over on my side of the Atlantic...."
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"Zoey," Luke tentatively called me.
I gazed up into Marc's face, and he brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. "Your are one of the kindest people of I have ever met...and my greatest of friends.....and...I love you." I whispered. I had never told anyone I had loved them other than my family. But I feared I did love him...I loved him so horribly.
He half grinned, leaning over and kissing me fully. Finally we pulled away from one another. I loathed that moment. "And I you, Zoey." he replied most lovingly.
"Will you call me?" I asked.
"Why wouldn't I?" Marc half laughed, wiping his own eyes. "Will you call me?"
"Yes," I giggled, and proceeded to embrace all the others which were left, their eyes sad and teary. I gave Marc one last hug, and he to me one last kiss, and I took Luke's hand, telling him my destination.
The world whirled around me, and when it all came to a stop, a was standing in the lush front lawn of my house, still holding Luke's hand. He put his arms around me in a friendly hug. "I'll bring you to visit others, and vise-versa." he told me. "Being seperated by oceans won't seperate our team."
I smiled, pulling back. "Thank you, Luke."
"See ya later then." he grinned mischieviously.
"Bye." I bid him, but he was already gone, melted into the wind.
I put my hand in my pocket, grasping around my amethyst and pulling it out so it lay in my palm, sitting innocently before my eyes. This is how is all started.
Was it all a dream?
The sound of the door opening and shutting caught my attention, making me turn. "Zoey!" came my mom's scream. My whole family poured out onto the porch, racing to me. I raced to them, crying as my emotions spilled over.
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The Years After.
This is my opinion on what Happened the years after the Battle of Hogwarts from the popular series Harry Potter written by JK Rowling. I DO NOT OWN THIS SERIES. THIS IS JUST AN EXERCISE I DID TO SEE HOW RUSTY MY WRITING IS GETTING.... Don't be gentile. Tell me what you think.
The years after the Great Battle Hogwarts were hard ones… for a while; the best young wizard school known to man was gone. Spell after spell was cast upon the grounds in the desperate struggles to rebuild Hogwarts to its greatness. It wasn't until Hermione got her hands on the project until they discovered that against all their hard tries magic was not going to help them. It was undeniable; she truly was the brightest witch of her age. She wasn't on school grounds for more than three days when she found the solution to the problem, no thanks to any of the newly homeless ghosts roaming castle grounds. It wasn't long after the solution was found that Hermione had almost everyone she ever went to school with on board. Surprisingly, even Draco showed up. No one had seen or spoken to him since the battle, and boy did he look good.
It took six years for the building to be completely finished, but something still seemed wrong. No one could put their finger on it; even the ghosts floating around sensed it. It wasn't just the fact that Harry, the boy who lived was the only one that didn't show up. As much as Ginny tried, she could not come up with a liable excuse for Harry's absence. He was after all, one of the battle's main contributors and many of the damages to the walls were Harry's fault. This is what a lot of people thought, anyway. But George, Hermione, Ron, McGonagall, and Ginny truly knew and understood his reasons. Harry could not get over the fact that because of him so many died; as much as he tried to keep others out of the problem, all he seemed to do was hype them up more.
No one could say that Harry didn't have loyal friends, the battle was proof of that; but his main problem was losing the friendship that he never really knew that he had. The 'evil' Professor Snape had been on his side the whole time. How could he not know that; he was the bloody war's leader after all?! Worst of all, when he did know Snape's true nature all he did was sat there and watched him die. Why Harry let these problems trouble him for so many years no one knew. Recently his obsession had been 'barrowing' Hermione's time turner in order to go back to those times; of course he stayed under the invisibility cloak. But that was for different reasons….
To keep building process down to the shortest time possible, Hermione had given strict orders of when breaks could be taken. Ginny took each of her breaks trying to convince Harry to join in on the building. Her struggles seem to have been wasted. But on the last day of building a noise could be heard From the right side of the castle hall… rushing to see what was going on Ron gasped as he stood in front of a newly build wall that hadn't been there the previous week… Instantly, he knew who it was. He had used that cloak too many times to not know when it was around…
Sitting next to where he thought Harry to be, the only thing that he could say was "After all this time Harry?!"
Not to his surprise, Harry took off the cloak, realizing that he had been found. The two friends sat in their spots frozen for 15 minutes. The silence seemed to go on forever, but when Ron turned to console his friend, he caught a glimpse of Harry wiping the last tear from his eyes. Harry opened his mouth to speak, but all that came out was "Always" and just like that, Harry was gone. No explanation was needed for what was going on in Harry's mind because sitting behind where Harry was a sign that listed the names of all of the deceased and in big bold letters said:
"RIP to all of the brave souls who had their lives taken to save all of ours. In this very spot, the ringleader of them all, the bravest man anyone has ever known died. Severus Snape, you will forever be in our minds. And as for Fred Weasley… Mischief managed… Well sort of… I'm so sorry. –Harry James Potter."


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Teeter, who served as national chairman for the 1992 re-election campaign of former President George H. W. Bush, died Sunday night in his Ann Arbor home.
Teeter was president of Ann Arbor-based Coldwater Corp., a business consulting and research firm, and conducted a national polling program for NBC News and The Wall Street Journal together with Democratic pollster Peter Hart.
"He was a remarkable professional," Hart, a friend of 30 years, said Monday. "Bob Teeter was one of the rare individuals who not only understood the rough and tumble of politics, but, more importantly, understood the stakes for a democratic system."
Hart said Teeter always retained the small town values of his hometown of Coldwater.
"Although he worked with four presidents and innumerable senators and governors, he never lost the values and the standards that he grew up with," Hart said. "He represented core American values."
Former Secretary of State James A. Baker III, who recalled fly fishing trips with Teeter and each of their sons, said Teeter's death was "a great loss" for American politics.
"He always offered accurate and objective work, and this was why he was so respected," he said.
Baker said the pollster was instrumental in bringing him in to national politics during then-President Ford's 1976 campaign. Teeter and Vice President Dick Cheney, at the time Ford's chief of staff, together brought Baker in to chair Ford's campaign, Baker said.
Craig Fuller, who was chief of staff to Vice President Bush and co-chaired the Bush transition team with Teeter, said Teeter was "exceptionally good at understanding the pulse of America."
More recently, Teeter was involved in the discussions that led to Cheney becoming George W. Bush's running mate in 2000, Fuller said.
Teeter worked with Republican presidents beginning with Richard Nixon. A top strategist in Bush's first campaign, he rejected an offer of a White House job after the 1988 election.
Teeter served on the boards auto supplier Visteon Corp., United Parcel Service, aerospace company Kaydon Corp. and the Bank of Ann Arbor. Before forming Coldwater, he was president of Market Opinion Research.
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As an Australian VFX artist working in China I have to say that I think the whole outsourcing overseas thing is a two edged sword. For example, up until this year China was allowing 20 american films each year into the country, this has just been upped to 34 (with some conditions). The number of new screens appearing in China is something ridiculous like 54 a day. New market place means more money going back home to Australia, the US etc, where-ever the films are made.
There's also an issue of quality in the outsourcing world. I'm hearing about outsourcing work to places here all the time ... and primarily the main work for films getting done in China is roto and match moving. Lots of the other work heads back out of the country to trained and trusted artists because there are quality issues with getting work done here.
The thing is, I just don't think the obviously endemic problems with our industry are caused by outsourcing ... or even that outsourcing is much of a symptom. Outsourcing to me seems more of a globalisation thing but the training and methodology of studios has an enormous impact on the quality of product. China is catching up fast but there is still a huge way to go. Local companies here are also on incredibly tight budgets and face the same problems as studios home - the outlook isn't much better from this side of the fence!
I believe the problems are more to do with the whole Hollywood system of film production and the distribution of funds within that system. I think VFX companies need to change the way they work and look for a more sustainable model of development. There is money to be made in films, and strong demand for incredible VFX ... end customers are willing to pay so it seems to me that there must be a way to make things work ... but the current system is just a race to the bottom.
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Solitude without Souls: Why Peter Unger hasn't Established Substance Dualism
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Unger has recently argued that if you are the only thinking and experiencing subject in your chair, then you are not a material object. This leads Unger to endorse a version of Substance Dualism according to which we are immaterial souls. This paper argues that this is an overreaction. We argue that the specifically Dualist elements of Unger's view play no role in his response to the problem; only the view's structure is required, and that is available to Unger's opponents. We outline one such non-Dualist view, suggest how to resolve the dispute, respond to some objections, and argue that ours is but one of many views that survive Unger's challenge. All these views are incompatible with microphysicalism. So Unger's discussion does contain an insight: if you are the only conscious subject in your chair, then microphsyicalism is false. Unger's mistake was to infer Substance Dualism from this; for microphysicalism is not the only alternative to Dualism.


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Running 14's na...second gen.
I'm sure this had been discussed several times before, but can a 08' S 5-speed break into the 14s with all the bolt ons (cai, header, exhaust, intake manifold, tune). I'm only asking because I'm deciding wheather or not to stay na or go turbo.
It is possible but difficult. A member on fj went 14.2 I believe with a cold air, header, FSW 2.5" exhaust, drag radials, tune, LSD, and weight reduction on the extreme in a ZX3 with a 2.3L. This was also at what some consider to be a fast track (Cecil) in a colder part of the year when the air was more favorable. With the 2008+ models being a bit heavier and with the 2.0L, I don't know. You would probably need the Cosworth manifold to get there.
I know it's not what a lot of people like to hear but by the time you buy everything you would need to go mid-14s NA, you could buy a used turbo kit + tuning and go mid-13s. NA will never give you the same bang for your buck, unfortunately.
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Thanks. I know turbo is the biggest bang for the buck and have nothing against it at all, I've had 4 turbo cars already. I just wanted to do something different. What is the weight difference of the 2nd gen to 1st gen? I have the lighter S model and thought I read somewhere that it weighs 24xx lbs
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A stock SVT has 30 more horsepower and doesn't run 14's.
Those bolt-on mods will net you less than 30whp for a grand total just shy of 150whp.
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Lumpy animal-shaped clouds littered the sky with the perfect shade of light blue as the backdrop. The bright glaring sun blinded my eyes but the sky was so beautiful I couldn't look away. So this is how it is - this is how the moments before death feel - I thought. My body was moving through space so rapidly - it suddenly felt unjust that wind could not support a human body. How differently my life would be right now if wind could support a human body. To my right, I could see the ridge I was standing on just moments before. Agnes and Derek were peered over the edge with the most horrified look on their faces. They were screaming something. Unless there was a 300 ft rope or parachute attached to those words, it didn't really matter. Any moment now…
The place reeked of urine and bleach. The walls were white, the linens were white, and everyone's outfit was white. Disorder is really easy to hide behind white.
"Morning Elizabeth," Carla said as I entered the dining hall. She was holding my plate of oatmeal with a side of a dixie-cup-filled anti-depressant pills.
"Good morning Carla."
I grabbed my plate and sat by Charles, a middle aged man who tried to hang himself after his company went bankrupt and his wife left him for their neighbor, who had money and abs. When he tried to hang himself, the rope became loose under his weight because it wasn't tied correctly. He lied on the floor sobbing for three days before his cousin drove him here. Everyone in that room was a failure at suicide.
"Sleep well last night, Charles?"
"Yea, and you?"
His disheveled appearance spoke otherwise; directing the answer away from him confirmed it.
We ate in silence. Normal people don't like silence but, for this environment, it was safety. The ten of us had to sit in a circle three times a week and share their stories, fears, goals and incessant ramblings with complete strangers who were similarly miserable. Silence was a welcome bliss here.
After breakfast it was time for my one-on-one with Dr. Shelve. He was the psychologist who over saw Queen's Behavioral Health Hospital. He liked sweater vests, tea, inspirational wall posters, pretentious words, and crossword puzzles.
"Good Morning Elizabeth? How are you doing this morning?"
"No more pills."
"Well, we've talked about this. These pills will help you. I'm sure you've felt the difference already. They make you feel better, don't they?"
"Don't you think it's a little ironic that the very thing that was supposed to end my life is also supposed to save it?" I said it with accusation and as much attitude as I could muster up.
He hates confrontation like this because his parents used to argue a lot when he was a kid. I like confrontation like this because he hates it.
He likes to talk about his parents' divorce because "vulnerability is the key to happiness". He shares his story every week but he isn't happier. I'm a firm believer that he learned how to psychologically help others so he can psychologically help himself. But all we know for certain is he likes to help himself to the scotch he pours in his "tea" for psychological reasons.
He put down his clipboard stacked with papers, a half-finished crossword puzzle in the forefront.
"Elizabeth, I have a lot of hope for you. You've come so long in the three months that you've been here and I am so proud of you."
He paused a moment, possibly waiting for my reply but I just stared at him.
"I'll make a deal with you, I'll lower the dosage the more you participate in our outdoor activities."
I hated outdoor activities… or any kind of activity. I really liked not engaging in anything more than the remote control and food with saturated fats. I also hated pills. One time, I took a lot of them and - long story short - I ended up here.
"Deal." Haggling with a drug dealer brought me back to my oxycodone days.
I wasn't particularly thrilled but I just needed 4 more activity points and a persuasive performance of lively hood before I could be free from this prison draped in white. We could earn only 1 activity point a week but were encouraged to participate in the daily activities that ranged from sunset walks to macaroni art. I was really skilled at doing the bare minimum so I never participated in more than one activity a week.
"I'll see you at noon then." He said.
Most productive one-on-one ever. I didn't even have to fabricate a lie to avoid the truth.
At noon, I walked to the yard where a lonely basketball sat in a deserted wasteland of grass. Four other people were there. Julia was a short brunette with a high pitched voice; she was also a resident at Queen's Behavioral Health. She was super happy and super excited about everything, super all the time. She also won for the highest dosage of happy-pills prescribed.
"It's so great to see you Elizabeth!", Julia welcomed me with a hug. She hugged everyone ever day. I tried not showering for 5 days and she still hugged me, every single one of those days.
"Hi Elizabeth," Agnes said - another resident in this hell hole. Unlike all the others, Agnes was my age and normal. She was institutionalized here after a stint with a car, and alcohol, and a cliff. She meant to steer the car off the cliff but - due to heavy intoxication - forgot which way to steer the car and veered into the side of a mountain instead. This saved her life and cost her two broken ribs. Everyone thought she meant to drive into the mountain side; only Group knew about her misguided sense of direction while drunk and how alcohol basically saved her life. She thought it was hilarious when she was sharing it. I did too. No one else in Group laughed. That's how our friendship started.
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Chapter ATE Teen (get it?) ATE TEEN - like vampires
Whenever I write a dream sequence I write it in italics. This isn't a dream sequence but I'm just showing you what one would look like. This next part's a dream sequence. When I get back to the part where I wasn't dreaming, it won't be in italics, like this. I never was good with computers.
OK. This part here is the dream sequence. See, the thing is, I'm not sure if the events of that day were real or not, because most of my dreams revolved around Edmund staring at me with accusing, jealous angry eyes whenever I spoke to anyone but him. Sometimes I dreamed of him choking me with white knuckles during conversations where he thought I might leave him. This isn't the dream sequence part. I'm still explaining. I am pretty.
Laying on the road, crouched on his hands and knees, was a man wearing but a purple and green paisley loin cloth. The General Lee came to a swerving halt, leaving an arc of gravel dust blowing downwind, like someone was shaking gray flour all around. Of course, I stared in the car (you hear those stories you know of gorgeous brunettes alone on country roads, especially around natives), but stuck my head out the window.
"Are you OK?"
(This is the dream sequence, as far as I know, and it was me yelling "Are you OK?")
It is, as I understand it, a human tendency, to care for others, no matter the problems their people may or may not pose on civilized society as a whole, when there is an emergency. And this young man was terribly attractive as I could tell by his heaving sculpted muscular chest and long hair which flapped over his face like a flag at a military funeral.
I whisked off my racing helmet (I had put that on before I left), and my own hair swayed in the wind, shiny and manageable for what seemed a very long time.
His words were short and terse in the solemn tone of the Native American, his brow furrowed in reflective musings and he gazed at the sky as if calling for Ursa Majora to come for him.
"The great bear?", I asked, "the constellation?" I'm pretty sure that didn't happen at that moment because I would have had no idea what that was unless I looked it up on the internet. I'm sorry. I can't remember how to use italics.
(not in italics ->) OK. I have to tell you. Some of this I made up, and I used Wikipedia for a lot of this stuff, because there was something so unsettling, so different about this young man, that I found myself confused and mesmerized.
(in italics) "No, the MP3" and with that he hoisted himself to all fours, crouched like a lion or a bear, some type of wild animal, maybe an elephant, and lowered his chin towards his chest, which I can tell you, dream or not, was carved by the latter day Saints. Around his neck, like a Saint Bernard would wear, was the latest generation iPOD.
"Isn't that what I should say?"
"Well, you're one of them?"
And so I plugged the ipod into the Auxiliary jack of the new car stereo I had demanded Charlie purchase me because he never was a father to me, and selected Music>Playlists>Stella>Dire Warning
The music was haunting and vivid, so unlike the temple choirs I was accustomed to in Provo, and carried the irony of an upbeat, almost Spanish tempo. Yet the tone, almost pleading, yet more, resilient, full of conviction, was foreign to me, as if it were Wilma Flintstone speaking Swahili.
The one you warned me all about
The one you said I could do without
We're in an awful mess, and I don't mean maybe - please
Papa don't preach, I'm in trouble deep
Papa don't preach, I've been losing sleep
But I made up my mind, I'm keeping my baby, oh
I'm gonna keep my baby, mmm...
That was in bold italic because it was a song in a dreamscape I'm describing.
Jaycub was hanging out the passenger window wagging his tongue, clearly enjoying the breeze.
I yelled over him as I swung the wheel hard and careened over a bridge.
"What? Why?"
Jaycub pulled himself into the car, and looked at me sternly.
"I argued with my father. He said Yap! Yap! Ruff! Ruff! Woooof!"
I hardened my grip on the wheel and punched'er to the floor staring ahead angrily.
"Yap! Yap!"
"And so what did you say to your father?"
Jaycub sat down on his haunches and dexterously scratched at his ear with his toe before letting out a long forlong howl and in the distance other things of less consequence likely happened, but at the time, I realized three peculiar things about Billy's son.
One, he was clearly native, but pale enough to be attractive. Two, he seemed to be concerned about my well being and he insisted the music was some kind of cryptic warning which I would get later (spoiler: I never did)but most importantly and most obvious, he had a crush on me, and if I played my cards right, I could exploit his feelings to get to Edmund. Also, he felt as if it were his duty to tell me that he was really into "puppies".
"Shall we get to school?", I asked.
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" we defeated one of the most egregious and underhanded attempts at voter manipulation in this state's history." — Tory Perfetti
Solar advocates and utilities anxiously await the outcome of Florida's solar Amendment 1.
"The 'Motion for Relief from Judgment or Order, or Alternative Motion to Reopen Case Due to Fraud or Other Misconduct on the Court on the Part of Proponents of Citizen Initiative" is hereby denied."
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Serena Williams won her elusive Cincinnati title on her sixth try, beating Ana Ivanovic, 6-4, 6-1, on Sunday in the Western & Southern Open in Mason, Ohio.
Williams had never reached the finals in Cincinnati until last year, when she fell apart late in the match and lost to Victoria Azarenka in a third-set tiebreaker.
No wobbles Sunday. After getting broken in the first game, she recovered and closed it out in 62 minutes.
Roger Federer beat David Ferrer, 6-3, 1-6, 6-2, to win the men's title.
Free-agent forward Shawn Marion has agreed to a contract with the Cleveland Cavaliers, a person familiar with the negotiations said.
The 36-year-old Marion informed the Cavaliers over the weekend that he will take a minimum deal and play for them next season, the source said. The Cavaliers can only offer Marion a deal worth $1.4 million because they are out of room under the salary cap.
Marion averaged 10.4 points and 6.5 rebounds last season in Dallas and has averaged 15.8 points and nine rebounds throughout his career. He is a four-time all-star.
Top Fuel driver Morgan Lucas pulled out a victory in the rain-plagued Lucas Oil Nationals in Brainerd, Minn.
Lucas was on and off the throttle of his 10,000-horsepower dragster as the engine erupted in flames when it crossed the finish line just in front of series points leader Doug Kalitta's charging dragster.
The Funny Car final between John Force and Ron Capps, and the Pro Stock semifinals and final were postponed due to darkness and inclement weather following a day filled with multiple rain delays.
Racing in those categories will be completed during designated qualifying rounds at the U.S. Nationals on Aug. 27-Sept. 1 in Clermont, Ind.
Slinger: Veteran Conrad Morgan took the checkered flag in the super late model feature race.
Steve Apel finished second and Lowell Bennett was third.
Freshman Tom Barlow scored in the 28th minute to lead the University of Wisconsin to a 1-0 victory over Illinois-Chicago, 1-0, in an exhibition match at the McClimon Soccer Complex.
Marquette men 1, Tulsa 1:David Selvaggi tallied in the 29th minute and the Golden Eagles and Golden Hurricanes played to a draw in a friendly at Valley Fields.
UW-Milwaukee men 0, Creighton 0: Goalkeeper Agustin Rey had six saves as the Panthers and Bluejays tied in an exhibition match at Engelmann Stadium.
Usain Bolt won a 100-meter race on a Rio de Janeiro beach with a time of 10.06 seconds.
Bolt cruised to victory on a four-lane standard running track set up on Leme beach. The Jamaican easily beat Mark Lewis-Francis of Britain, Jefferson Liberato Lucindo of Brazil and Wallace Spearmon of the United States.
Brazilian Rosangela Santos won the women's race in 11.33 seconds, beating Jamaican Schillonie Calvert and three-time Olympic medalist Carmelita Jeter of the United States, who holds the second-fastest time in history with 10.64.
Jordan Windle, a 15-year-old, convincingly won the men's 10-meter title to cap the final day of the U.S. national diving championships in Knoxville, Tenn.
Windle scored 527.8 points to win by nearly 85 points. Windle was born in Cambodia but now lives in Morrisville, N.C.
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Long-distance swimmer Keri-Anne Payne made it on to the stage at the 2011 BBC Sports Personality of the Year ceremony, but not quite in the capacity she would have hoped for.
Having regained her world 10km open-water swimming crown in Shanghai just a few months earlier, she would have more than merited a place on the shortlist for the top award. However, she had to settle for presenting a gong.
For this driven 24-year-old, who competes in arguably the most gruelling Olympic discipline of them all, playing a supporting role does not come easily.
Out of the water, the South Africa-born athlete is a keen baker, who often updates visitors to her website about her latest recipe. However, in the water Payne transforms into a fearsome competitor who often has to deal with kicks and punches from her rivals to finish first.
In her early career Payne picked up a plethora of pool medals on the national and European scene, but it was not until the Beijing Olympics, when she won silver in the 10km open-water swim, that she really announced herself on the world stage.
Her first world title in the event followed a year later in Rome and although she was not able to retain the crown in 2010, she was back on top again last year.
By winning in Shanghai, Payne became the first British athlete in any sport to confirm qualification for London 2012 and she will be determined to finish first again this summer.