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S: Photo History of Mom & Dad by Mom 2011
BC: Christmas 2011 Made with loving care by your mother, mother-in-law & Nana Dinie
FC: You Know You Love Us! | The Hoffmans
1: Diane Doris Busdeker | Jerrold Wesley Endicott | A photo summary of our lives.
2: August 30, 1975 Wedded Bliss!
3: Honeymoon
4: Dad's boyhood home in Louisa, KY on "The Point" off Route 3 by the Big Sandy River | Mom's childhood home on Sugar Ridge Road, Pemberville, OH
5: Our first home on School St in Luckey, OH after the apartment. Dad's first Honda motorcycle. | This is Mom's apartment on US Rt 20 in Lemoyne, OH. | June, 1976, Mom standing by Dad's Chevy Nova Show Car "Holy Toledo" (Toledo Skyline painted on side) | Mom's first new car, '69 Dodge Coronet | House on Main St in Luckey owned by Willard Brinker. We rented this during Blizzard of '78 & moved to the farm in the fall when Andrea was 5 mo old. | Home Sweet Home in LC
6: Dad, Man of many abilities. Worked as a mechanic at Bargain City, fueled trucks at Union 76 on Rt 280, Chrysler Corp for 2 yrs & 37 years at telephone company as a lineman, engineer, & supervisor.
7: Mom worked as a babysitter in high school for a family of 6 kids. After graduation, bagged hardware to attach the newly required slow moving vehicle signs for Jerry Farmer. Worked 12 yrs for telephone company as an operator, business office rep, trouble clerk, secretary, & facilities coordinator. After moving to LC, worked 10 yrs for Kruegers as an insurance clerk, shoe dept. @ Walmart, & at LC, as paraprofessional & bus driver.
8: Dad can be many faces! | Dad was saved on Easter Sunday, 1975
9: Mom prefers the "Fancy Nancy" style | Eastwood High School | Mom not sure of date for salvation but sometime in high school, reassured 6/17/83
10: Don't act like you don't know us! | Mom remembers playing a main part in a Christmas play @ Webster Elementary, singing "Things" to the tune of Heart & Soul
11: It's all in the Genes! !!!!!
12: Dad's BFF's & Passions | Bluegrass | Bass | Guitar | Shadrach | Shadrach & Snoopy | Hope | Jake
13: Mom's Favorite Things | Scrapbooking | Travel
14: Can't Forget the Shube Group!!! | Camp Patmos | Walleye Drop | Navigator Houseboat | New Year's Eve | Canoeing | Balderdash | Childlike Behavior | ?
15: Camp Patmos | fan-tanning | Balderdash | ) | : | Friends
17: Mom
18: Dad | Dad's family had a fire in the storage area of their home so most pictures were destroyed. | Lake Elementary | Grassy Elem. Louisa, KY | Dad, Terry, Elsa,Sharon,Elizabeth & Nina Easter egg hunt | oops | Doesn't appear to be Dad
19: Doesn't appear to be Dad | Sweet Baby Boy | He's the apple of his mother's eye | Kissy Kissy
20: Oh, How We Love the Hoffmans


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Latest Finds at Coastal Vintage
Being by the sea always does wonders for the soul and so does a trip to the countryside, particularly when it has been raining. The smell of wet grass and fresh air always lifts my spirits. So while visiting family up in the Granite Belt near the NSW border, I had an opportunity to leave my two little ones with the Grandparent's and go exploring.
And this is what I found.
A dozen or so fabulous old fishing hand reels. Half of these have already sold for a special order but this just half of the lot I managed to find! Will have more photos of the rest soon.
Amazing find - an old McAlpin's flour box. This would have sat on a shop counter and would have been filled with packets of flour for sale. It is a great find because the paper advertising was usually ripped off. This one is still intact. Would look great displayed in any home or shop/bar/cafe.
Fabulous set of pigeon holes - great for storing your favourite bits and bobs. This may have come out of an old school.
Lovely old rustic oar with metal paddle.
Sweet old oil painting of boats in a very cold habour with mountains behind. A gorgeous piece.
Lovely old creel with original leather strap. Would have been hung over the head onto the shoulder and the creel would have sat on the hip. Lovely piece in great condition.
An amazing anchor. This was hand made by a blacksmith at the start of last century. Early 1900s. A stunning piece and very hard to come by.
These will be placed up on the website this week. If interested in any of these please email email@example.com
These will be placed up on the website this week. If interested in any of these please email email@example.com
Other finds include fishing rods from 1970's, a pair of old sculling oars, a big old industrial light, an old glass fishing float and a set of paddles. Will post these at a later date.
And finally, a photo of a vertical garden that I came across on my travels. This has inspired me to create my own when we move to a new home in the coming weeks. Looks amazing doesn't it?


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Zen Ya has been there many years.ReplyDelete
Tried Park restaurant, really bad experience! It was Friday night, but it was not busy. My friend and I waited for long to get our entree which was a sashimi combination. The taste was ok. Then it was our main dish which was a paella fish and beef. The portion was very very small. The beef was not tender at all. The worst part was the seafood paella which was very saulty. Since we were very hungry, we kept eating it. But the rice was not cooked right as well, it was very hard. The dish tasted more salty after a few bites. When the waitress came over asking us how everything was. We told her. She said she would tell the kitchen. After a long while she came back said the kitchen said that was the way it was. We did not know what to say. Later the manager came said the same thing, and said he could offer a dessert or coffe. I told my friend to have a dessert since he was very hungry. Then we waited waited a good long while and nobody came to say anything to us, plus the waiters and waitresses were standing there doing not much. Finally we ran out of our Patience so we asked the manager for our bill and I added how long we had to waited for our dessert. He said two mins. Then the dessert came which I believe it was cooked before. I really don't understand why it took them more than 15 mins to bring the dessert. And the manager said to us next time we should have let him know right from the beginning if we found something wrong about the dishes. I said we told the waitress. And he said we should have told him! So I guess we should not have been nice and should not have tried to bear with the salty dish. And we should have asked the manager To serve us. Anyway it is a good experience at all. The food is not good, the service is bad and is extremely slow! After a $100 worth of meal, we were upset and hungry.ReplyDelete
may I ask you: are you an advertiser for all those restaurants. I am asking because your texts are always written in an advertising style. As if all those restaurants are pitch perfect. I know you won't publish this comment, which is another problem that most people find bizarre with your blog. What is the agenda?
I ate at Kaizen many times before and after Antonio's left, their food and service are still amazing. I ate at Park's last week, and he charged me $125 Per person for the same food that he used to charge me $75 at Kaizen and I heard the same comments from other people. Will I go back? No way.....Btw, the gringo's makis that you mentioned were there too when Antonio was there and he must create some of them too, he was their Executive Chef anyway.
Did you try Juni for decent Japanese food?
I think it's not good to review a restaurant or food based on your personal closeness to the chef. This review is more an advertising to me than a review.
Hi Anonymous, yes, I've been many times to Jun-I. I think it's good. Not great, but good. And very not Japanese! As for Park (which doesn't pretend to be Japanese), since writing the post above, I went back about 4 times (I live very close...). The service leaves quite a bit to be desired but I stand by my comments about the food. Still think it's great. And if Antonio made "gringo rolls" when he was at Kaizen, maybe it's because he was a paid employee? Don't know how much freedom he had to ban such things. Last but not least, I'm sorry you think this post sounded like advertising. It reflects my impressions, and, in this case, they were very positive. Having said that, I did find out that the great maitre d'/manager has left, so maybe that has a bit to do with the faults with the service lately.ReplyDelete
As for the comments from Anonymous reader #2, I must ask: why the heck did you order paella at an Asian-style restaurant, where the chef is Peruvian-Korean?! My dad always said: in Rome, do as the Romans. I'm not surprised that your paella wasn't good...ReplyDelete
Counter-question.. why is paella even on the menu, if the chef is Peruvian-Korean, and doesn't make it very well? Especially at a higher-end restaurant. That is really not an excuse for poorly-executed cuisine.
Also, yeah, Zen Ya has been around for years and years. I find its sushi uninspired and overpriced, but its main meals are very tasty. However, I vastly prefer Takara, for sushi and for mains.
Correction: Argentinian-Korean.....Delete
Well I lived in Japan for 10 years and I can tell you there is very little in Montreal in terms of authentic Japanese food. The only places that come close are Furusato, Imadake, Jun-i, and maybe Mikado. If you want real Japanese food, just get on a place to Narita! The crappiest corner sushi joint in Tokyo blows everything here out of the water. Cheers, TimReplyDelete
I tried Park restaurant after reading your review and what a let-down.
How can you rate this restaurant so highly??
I had the "menu dégustation" and the worst part of the experience was the sushi: rice quality, texture, taste, quantity and fish taste & freshness all questionable or off. The best part was a tie between the friendly service and the cold Sapporo on tap but you can get this in many restaurants – I'll stick with Imadake for the simple & fun authentic Japanese pub experience.
I lived in Minami-Aoyama, Tokyo, for a few years and I can assure you that what they serve at Park is nothing like the real thing and it is far from an interesting or tasty variation like, for example, what Tetsuya's offers in Sydney.
In my humble opinion the Montreal chef that delivers the best high-end sushi experience is Jun-Ichi san at Jun-i. Sitting at the bar reminds me of many good nights spent sharing a beer with great Japanese chefs while tasting exceptional & refined sushi in un-pretentious yet incredibly sophisticated sushi bars on Kotto-Dori. I recommend the experience.
OMG! What a terrible experience! Horrible service...we asked 3 times for water and as many times for a spoon before getting up and getting it ourselves!!! The food was astronomically overpriced...$19.00 for a plate of lettuce and a small pile of grated carrots and 2 sliced strawberries. The big deal was that they served it on a rectangular plate a la "The Dollar Store" with three small bowls of dressing to chose from, one of which was lousy, one of which was mediocre and only one of which was good. The filet was tasty but WAY over priced and the one sushi roll we ordered was good. The "Bibimbob", however was inedable, horrible, tasteless. FEH. Will we go back?? Never! My advice is to just don't bother going or maybe try lunch if you're really desperate to be overcharged for only passable food.ReplyDelete
What a lousy experience! Terrible service. REALLY terrible. Slow AND rude. WAY over priced for merely passable food.
Actually the salad was SO wrong we felt like it was "the Emperors New Clothes" in salad! A small pile of lettuce on one end of the plate, a small pile of grated carrots(!) and 2 sliced strawberries with tiny amounts of a couple of other things (daikon radish(?) and three little bowls of dressing one of which was really bad, one of which was not so good and the third one which was not bad for $19.00. Ridiculous!!
Bibimbob...no! This was tasteless and did not resemble any form of that dish.
The filet was good but WAY overpriced and the sushi roll was very good, but it was the only light in the whole dim, unimpressive diing experience. If you feel compelled to have mediocre, overpriced food, i suggest you go for lunch. We'll never go back!


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White Chocolate Cranberry Almond cookies
Don't ask me why but, every Sunday night once I get my kids into bed, I feel like eating baked goods. Maybe it's my sub-conscience gearing up for another week or trying to reward me for all the hard work I've done the week before. Whatever the case, I have an overwhelming feeling that I need to bake. Tonight I debated for an hour trying to convince myself to eat a salad instead...clearly the salad lost. I did decide to go "healthy" with my choice and made cookies that have both fruit and nuts. lol
They actually turned out pretty yummy, for a non-chocolate treat, so I decided to share the recipe. If you are OCD when it comes to directions then you may hate me and my directions. I like to cut corners. Anything that saves me time/work and doesn't sacrifice taste, I'm all about it. Less dishes, less mess, more time to enjoy my treats. :)
3/4C butter
1/4C sugar
1C brown sugar
1T. Vanilla
1egg + 1egg yolk
2C (plus 1T.) flour
1/2 t. baking soda
1/2 t. salt
1C white choc. chips
1C dried cranberries
1/2 C slivered almonds OR macadamia nuts
Pre-Heat oven to 325
1) Cream together first section of ingredients in a large bowl.
(I usually throw my butter in the bowl first and microwave it until its half soft and half melted, then I add the sugars, vanilla and eggs)
2) In the same bowl sprinkle your 2C plus 1T. of flower over the creamed sugars completely covering it. In your dirty 1C measuring cup, mix your soda and salt together then sprinkle it evenly over your flour. Once you have all your dry ingredients covering your creamed sugar mix thoroughly.
3) Add your white chocolate chips, cranberries and nuts
4) Place one inch balls of dough 1-2 in. apart on your cookie sheet and bake at 325 for 15 min
5) Once your cookies are done, leave them on the cookie sheet until they have set. (about 3 minutes)
I like to cool my cookies on a double layer of paper towels but, you can use a rack if you like. :)


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Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Writing yesterday's update reminded me that traffic is a perfect subject for one of these "miss about Vietnam" entries. The odd thing is, I don't know which kind of entry to include it in. I feel pretty ambivalent about it. So I'm going to do both: what I will and also won't miss about Vietnam (volume five and five): traffic. Before coming here, we were warned. Maybe warned isn't hysterical enough. Everyone had plenty to say, usually in a wide-eyed and high-pitched aside. We usually laugh this sort of thing off, but arriving here we discovered the situation really is terrifying. It took months to get comfortable navigating around town by foot. The sidewalks are as dangerous as the streets. Nearly everyone has a Saigon Birthmark: an oval of waxy second-degree scar about muffler-high on the calf. Everybody knows someone with ten stitches in their brain or gravel embedded in their face. But that's Vietnam: its spaces constantly, maddeningly, numbingly, chaotically cram-packed, jacked-full, overwhelmed with endless, odorous, hot, heavy traffic. Twenty-four. Seven. Nineteen months later we still talk about it all the time. Everybody does. But this subject, fact of life, force of nature eventually does become understandable. Scooters are just metal pedestrians to me now. I feel as safe walking with them as I do with any crowd. I never look for traffic lights to cross the street anymore. I hardly look for traffic. (It's easier to cross between intersections because the scooters cross at crosswalks.) Once we've left Vietnam, I'm going to miss the adrenaline rush of walking around town, the relative safety of slow-moving traffic which might leave my leg burned. But I'll also enjoy coming home to pedestrian right-of-way and regulated crosswalks. And scaring the hell out of people who are coming to Vietnam. [Cavin]
Monday, April 27, 2009
Earlier the traffic was nuts. Well, it's always nuts, but this was the worst I've ever seen six o'clock traffic get: backed up from the light at Nguyễn Thị Minh Khai and Nam Kỳ Khởi Nghĩa Streets--for as far as I could see from our front door. When traffic halts on these roads it's incredible. Scooters just pack so amazingly densely, thousands of colorful helmets wedged into everyplace, including sidewalks. Of course, we'd already asked the man to hail us a taxi, so he was out there trying to move heaven and earth to get one over to us. We couldn't walk through there, anyway. Eventually, a cab turned down the one-way road beside our building, so we were irritated about having to catch a metered ride in the wrong direction. Dinner, when we finally got there, was nice. Afterward, we decided to even the score by walking home, allowing us the illusion we'd gotten our money's worth for a round-trip ticket. It had rained in the meantime, and was breezy. One of Reunification Palace's sidewalk trees had blown across the road. Several men were breaking it apart with their hands, headlights streaming around them. Hopeless. The trunk was as round as a plate. No chance this was the earlier obstruction, though, certainly this had happened during the dinner storm. On around the corner onto Nguyễn Thị Minh Khai, we came across a burnt-out car laying in the road. Probably a taxi. It was dark by then, and all that ash camouflaged everything until we were much too close. The doors and hood gaped, the rear fender and tank were scattered pieces across the road. It was a spooky thing, hard to see, wrong. How long did it sit there? The rest of the night felt weird. [Cavin]
Friday, April 24, 2009
What I won't miss about Vietnam (volume four): small things. Too-small things, actually. One of the reasons it's difficult for me to cook family-sized meals here is that I'm deeply lazy and also going out to eat is both easier and more exciting. Also, it's difficult to gather together the groceries I'll need, since the produce is across downtown, the fishes are in the market, and the dry goods are in a District Three Co-op. Even if I was dedicated enough to do all this running around, I'd still be buying tiny, one-day portions of each item from teensy shelves at minuscule stores. I stock the dinky larder and pint-sized refrigerator with half-sized things. Milk and juice come in stackable one-liter boxes. Rice and beans in sandwich bags. Cereal boxes are the size of hardback books. This makes it nearly impossible to buy enough groceries for several days at once. I can handle running weekly errands, but hitting three stores every day is too much. Luckily, restaurants are very affordable--but the plague of smallness persists. Not portion sizes, mind. This is a service town--portions are large and come on massive plates or in cavernous bowls. But restaurant tables are all unbelievably small so they can be wedged into the crannies of each tiny dining room. The size of coffee shop tables: the round ones like an extra-large pizza, the square ones a Scrabble board. These come littered with small things which nevertheless steal space from those huge plates and bowls: bamboo placemats, dishes of salt and pepper and chili, toothpicks, flower vases, sugar, fish sauce, chopstick blocks, soup spoon holders, cocktail menus, burning candles. Specialty restaurants have additional things. It took me weeks to realize this country doesn't have napkin dispensers. It came as a relief. [Cavin]
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Recently, I was mentioning how I've put off doing expected tourist things around town; but if I ever do want to get around to doing them, my deadline is fast approaching. With this in mind, I let Sunshine take me to the water puppet show tonight. It was a neat show, and I was surprised to find myself laughing out loud at times. The stage is a small pool bisected by a backdrop. In the semicircle behind this screen, puppeteers manipulate long submerged poles attached to the bottoms of two-foot puppets poking out of the water in the semicircle up front. In this way, water puppetry inverts my admittedly untutored expectation of the form, in which characters dangle from manipulators overreaching a curtain. During the show it occurred to me that water puppetry was a really excellent format for Vietnamese tradition. Obviously it's storytelling from four thousand years of seaside villages, paddy agriculture, and flooding; but also it's the nimble manipulation of fine details handed impeccably down from ancestral times. Not only does it take the crisp and full-bodied athleticism of a martial artist to push and pull the show along, but each of these puppets are hand carved. In a country that prides itself on the crystallized stasis of its creative output, a puppet show is like the jack of all trade shows. And yet I wonder what really has mutated since the eleventh century, as if it would be possible to navigate whatever grapevine Darwinism has escaped the best efforts of those powers dead set against the very idea. I presume the plastic sword the golden turtle god Kim Quy takes from Lê Lợi as he rows around Hoàn Kiếm Lake, for example, was not plastered with reflective metallic holographic stickers back in the old days. [Cavin]
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Something I won't miss about Vietnam (volume three) is, yet again, a flipside to the positive article I posted yesterday. I've heard there are service classes in Vietnam, where people are actually taught how to wait on westerners. This is pretty important. There's a gulf of cultural nuance separating Vietnamese clerks from expatriate customers. Without guidance, things can fall quickly apart. I wouldn't hazard an example here. Being squarely expatriated, I have no idea how far the locals bend to interact with me. I imagine we meet rather closer than the middle. Xin cảm ơn, Việt Nam. As odd as life can be here, I cannot imagine how much more difficult it would be without so much effort being paid to making me comfortable. But as well as alleged public service classes have indeed softened bumpy intercultural relations in many respects, there's still a thing or two missing from the syllabus. One: western shoppers don't like the hard sell. I know things are difficult, and many vendors find themselves in direct competition for my money. When I'm glancing down the row of jackfruit vendors, for example, I can understand the impetus to be louder, reach farther, and attract my attention quicker than neighboring salesmen. But this has the opposite from the intended effect. I'm attracted to vendors who don't force my interaction. Two: western customers are uncomfortable making servers wait. It takes a long time to read a fifteen-page menu, even if there are large color pictures. I know it's important for you to be ready the moment I make my selection, but it makes me nervous when you hover behind me. Also, I know it might seem unlikely, but dogging me around your clothing store, muttering routine pitches for every noted item, is only driving me away. [Cavin]
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Things I'll miss about Vietnam (volume four): service. I thought of this after rereading yesterday's "backpacker district" update. Probably that pestering of street vendors is the impression I'd have taken away with me back when I strapped all my belongings to my back and traveled for months at a time staying in septic four-to-a-room budget hostels. In that case, "service" might have appeared in an opposite kind of article. As it is, I live here. I travel through other areas staying in well-appointed medium- to slightly high-end accommodation, and eat in restaurants where people don't usually try to sell me drugs at my table. So my impression of Vietnam is one of wonderful service. Compared with the USA--where bored transient labor eyeballs any customer desultorily from the counter, where actively offensive representatives perpetrate heroic one-upmanship of inept unhelpfulness after keeping consumers on hold for hours, where big conglomerates bully paying customers into spending extra money to be targeted for invasive research practices and then go to court protesting complaints--there's little chance I'd bitch about any service falling short of battery. But in reality I'm faced daily with people who feel like it's their job to entice me to spend my money at their establishments. Hoteliers who check me in from the comfort of an overstuffed hotel lobby chair, putting a drink in my hand. Attendants who smilingly serve in-flight meals on merely forty-minute rides. It's a bittersweet revelation. I'm forced to remember that, in reality, I'm doing them a favor, keeping them in business with my customer interaction. I'm reminded that they have jobs because they are able to please customers. This would only be sweet, except that I'm returning home in two months, where I'll be expected to pay for the privilege of ingratitude again. [Cavin]
Monday, April 20, 2009
During our stay in the Vietnamese megalopolis of Hồ Chí Minh City, I've done almost nothing of a tourist nature. Two days ago marked the nineteenth month of my stay here, and time is getting short. But I've only been to two zoos, a water park, one pagoda, and an art gallery. In all that time, I haven't quite managed to visit the much ballyhooed history museum (located at the zoo), the supposedly fine City Museum, the harrowing War Remnants museum a block behind or the Reunification Palace across the street from our apartment--or any other thing that Lonely Planet lists to do in this city. Am I lazy? Or is this analogous to finding it difficult to select a book once I've arrived in a library? With everything available at all times, it's easy to these things next week, you know. This week is always booked. About a kilometer southwest of my house, there is an area Downtown, around Phạm Ngũ Lão Street, which is commonly referred to as the "backpacker district." This is either because of the high population of bars and hotels and luggage stores there, or perhaps vice-versa. I don't pretend to any causality. But either way, it is this part of Saigon that many travelers see foremost, and the impression they get of town. This is funny since, whenever I go there, I am surprised how the whole area bears little resemblance to the rest of Hồ Chí Minh City. Usually I'm there visiting art shows in closet-sized art galleries. But this weekend We met some friends at a little pan-global eatery that happens to include some pretty good, if not altogether accurate Mexican food. While we were eating, roving vendors pestered us to buy gum, travel guides, luggage, marijuana. Tableside service! [Cavin]
Friday, April 17, 2009
It's been forever since I did a movie review here. I'm not doing one now, either. But I made time to watch a movie last night after Sunshine went to bed. I finished in the gym early so I'd be left the leeway. It's not usually this much fuss, but I wanted to watch There Will Be Blood,* which is long enough to require some planning ahead. So shortly after two, I made a half-sandwich and a bowl of cereal, plugged my earphones in so I wouldn't disturb my neighbors, and spun a DVD we'd borrowed from one of Sunshine's coworkers. The first thing I noticed: this movie was shockingly well filmed. I am not a fan of Paul Anderson's usually cruddy emo formalism--ugly is the new beauty!--but here the tone was naturalistic, even nostalgic, all golden sun and epic sweep. Attention to incidental details was obsessive, but throwaway. Far from being driven by a host of Anderson types--mores sleep in an environment where everybody sucks--the movie tracks the rise of an obsessive but direct gentleman who actually works to achieve his brutal success in the early oil trade, doing battle with hucksters and taking responsibility for his actions. ...oh hell, I don't know what all he does. After being unpredictably Merchant-Ivory--I didn't know Mr. Anderson had it in him--the probably pirated disc puttered-out, leaving me hanging only five hours into the movie. I imagine the denouement of There Will Be Blood, what with there having been very little blood up till then, throws the proceeding into a rather different light. Who knows? Will I sit through the whole thing again someday? Will I go to my grave never guessing what happens after the ham-fisted transition that heralds the movie's final act? [Cavin]
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Let me put this out there right up front: currently, my life is pretty cushy. I live in a country where eating out every single night is actually cheaper than buying groceries back where I grew up. I live in an apartment that comes staffed with a full-time housekeeping crew. Since all of this actually saves us money--we don't even buy dish-washing detergent, we don't even own a broom--it means we can even afford to hire an incredibly cool woman to cook for us once a week. Frankly, we save a lot of money when she buys our groceries, too. There is still a little distasteful, but completely sanctioned, nationalist inequality going on around here. I would feel ridiculous snarking about any of this, so it is important that you understand that snarking is not what I'm doing here. I'm just talking. About how the cook's been making some pretty oddball food, lately. Here one recent two-course example: one rich and wonderful Italian or Creole type of soup, with spicy beans and a rich tomato base, that was served right beside a platter of wok-seared salt-and-pepper Asian squid, with nước mắm and lemon, that was supposed to be wrapped in lettuce and basil leaves. Both of these dishes were excellent, but they made a rather weird combination. This week she made us a wonderful clarified cracked pepper soup with vermicelli beside a heaping plate of hot, garlicky gnocchi glued into a mozzarella and tomato sauce mass--if I've made this sound a lot like a heaping plate of cheese tots, well, that wouldn't be incorrect. There have been times when Tuesday nights were a delight of restaurant-quality food served up on our very own coffee table. Lately they've been more of a delight of oddball cultural apophenia. [Cavin]
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
This is another side to yesterday's post. These are some things I'll not really miss about Vietnam (volume two) when it comes to restaurants. One: the excellent food occasionally comes with the addition of flavor-enhancing scoops of monosodium glutamate. While I'm convinced that the western demonization of MSG is completely based upon a slight allergic reaction suffered by a slim margin of the US population, it's hard to convince myself that I have not been poisoned with Borax whenever I eat phở or bún or some other bowlful of food brimming with this traditional chemical. About halfway through the meal, the skin on the back of my next starts heating up. Soon, the outer layers of my body seem to be rising off my musculature like Marilyn's white dress. Twenty minutes later it's over. Two: there is something about southeast Asian beer that gives me a headache. It's too bad. Nobody is about to confuse the local brands--Saigon, Tiger, 333--of being award winners, but I prefer them to most Mexican beers. They are light, drinkable, and surprisingly good with food. But every time I drink even one of these beers, within half an hour, my head feels like it's been blown full of cold talcum powder. This is not necessarily isolated to Asia. There are beers at home that do the same thing: Miller products, for example, most beers proclaiming themselves "cold filtered." But back home most beers do not give me a headache; and even here the situation is slowly improving. Sometime around this latest Tết, the Socialist Republic of Vietnam began allowing the importation and sale of American Budweiser beer, one brand I have no trouble drinking. But it's weird when the universally accepted and costly premium quality ideal is Bud in a can. [Cavin]
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
After talking about Mexican food yesterday, it's time for more of what I'll miss about Vietnam (volume three): restaurant food. It's perfectly reasonable to suppose that I cannot get better Vietnamese food anywhere on Earth than I can right here in Hồ Chí Minh City. It's never been my favorite kind of food, actually. At home I liked Vietnamese okay, but I preferred more Indo-Asian traditions like Thai food to the Sino-Asian likes of China and Vietnam. Not that I have minded being trapped here with the best Vietnamese food in the world, of course. Not one bit. When I do eat Vietnamese, it's always impressive as hell and I get things I'd never even heard of back in North Carolina: crispy fried turmeric pancakes packed with seafood and onions, grilled shrimp paste wrapped around sugarcane, salt and pepper squids resting in a delicate web of white noodles ladled with acute fish sauce, spicy grated salads with boiled quail eggs. But it's important to point out that I don't eat Vietnamese food even every week here. The fact is, all the local restaurants are very good. It's a great food city. The same care and attention, the same high quality ingredients and impeccable cooking expertise, is evident in any old place. The Vietnamese are known for industrialized repetition. Sadly, this can mean the shifty handicrafts practices: thousands of hands trained to perfectly replicate the same lacquered bowl or marble statue over and over again. This makes for pretty crappy cookie-cutter souvenirs, but a very stable garment industry and a whoppingly impressive series of impeccable kitchens. So the Italian and the Mediterranean and the Spanish food here is great. And since the proper eastern ingredients are on hand, the Indian and Thai and Japanese and Korean food is exquisite. [Cavin]
Monday, April 13, 2009
Saturday the CDC threw a Burrito Night party. This sounds like a story that should really end with a punch line, but no. Everything went exceptionally well considering the difficulty finding Mexican staples here. No black beans, no chilis arbol, no jack cheese. Vietnamese Mexican food isn't right: often so laden with chopped mangoes it smacks of a luau. But given these odds, the CDC party was mighty successful. I was immediately strong-armed into making the margaritas. There's no triple sec here, so I had to experiment. It turned out okay, I guess. I certainly drank a bunch of margaritas, even if nobody else did. Here's the recipe I lit upon: pour six ounces of tequila for every two ounces of fresh lime juice and one oddly-shaped spoonful of sugar into a blender. Splash in orange juice like last time. Toss in some ice cubes just to cut it. Blend till it stops rattling. Pour over ice and make a face when you drink it. Mmm. I walked out of there upright, but I totally blew the nightcap. We'd been invited to stick around for gin and tonics. All the tequila was gone already. I made the drinks. I poured escalating amounts of gin into each glass, over ice. Then I added a little of the remaining lime juice to each. Perfectly. Then I was asked a question I've totally forgotten now, which I answered. Then I topped each glass off with gin and gave 'em a stir. I thankfully realized what I'd done before serving them, none of these drinks being at all fizzy. Hopefully no one else noticed, but a lot of gin went surreptitiously down the drain in fixing it. Nobody complained. I wonder if the CDC will ever invite me to another party? Rimshot. [Cavin]
Friday, April 10, 2009
The flip-side of yesterday's Update: what I won't miss about Vietnam (volume one). It turns out not to be the temperature so much as the tilt. Yesterday I talked about how I've fallen in anticipated love with the rotating system of rainy and hot seasons. Before coming to Vietnam, I assumed rain would be my reward for toughing though a climate that never really cools. And it's true. I used to hate any day above x degrees--and almost every day here is that. I knew, going into this thing, that I'd desperately miss winters. But it turned out I missed seasons, instead. I managed to acclimate to the temperature fairly quickly and mostly forgot all about it. But the missing seasonal changes and attendant backward phenomena grated more as the months wore on. It was subtle, but it rankled anyway. Here it rains for months on end, but it does not usually rain when it should be spring back home. The month with the greatest combined humidity and heat is October, but the hottest month of the year is April. Everything begins to bloom at Christmas, continuing on through Tết in January or February. Some nasty and debilitating thing is always coming off the exotic flora here, rain or shine: several types of whirling pods--some the size and weight of golf balls--or something less evident which nevertheless makes my head and lungs close like a fist. But these things are nothing compared with the irritation I feel estranged from my own beloved spot on the tilt of the world. I cannot abide days that change by barely half a daylight hour over the course of a year, or twilights that pass in four minutes as a perpendicular sun flits around the corner of the equator. [Cavin]
Thursday, April 09, 2009
Things I'm going to miss about Vietnam (volume two). Rain. I sort of knew going into this that I'd like living in a country with a real rainy season. It has not disappointed. The weather is pretty predictable during the half-year monsoon, but I haven't grown tired of it yet. We arrived at the very end of the rains in 2007, so my first real understanding of the phenomenon is based on what happened from April to November in oh-eight: four or five thirty-minute showers each day. During the onset of each shower, the humidity is bumped down into the reasonable range by gusts of wind and cloudy darkness. After each shower the humidity rises with the sunlight, like boiling everything, until all of that recaptured moisture weighs down the atmosphere enough for it to fall again. When this happens right at nightfall, evening temperatures can hit the seventies and remain all night. It may be hot, but the showers are worth looking forward to. This ongoing routine, this definition of rain as a kaleidoscopic pattern covering months, rather than an isolated event, is an adjustment I've really loved making. And, interestingly, because hopefully, it is one I will retain after I am gone. Even the opposite season has its charms. Especially December and January, when evenings are breezy and often in the low seventies and days are sunny but dry. This year's rains began in fits and starts, earlier than last year. I don't know which is normal. There's plenty to like about the onset of the monsoon too, characterized as it is by big grandiose storms more reminiscent, but also more sustained, to the spring storms I am used to from home. These transitions can be unpredictable, with violently breathtaking hours of sustained science fiction lightning. [Cavin]
Wednesday, April 08, 2009
Extra! Extra! Man Bites Dog! This is no neat switcheroo. The title is usually employed analogously to demark a journalistic trend of headlining breathless and unlikely scoops in lieu of more mature news coverage. That's exactly what I'm doing, too. In Vietnam, especially in the north, men frequently cook and then bite dogs. Animals are considered animals, and while dogs are frequently pets they are just as frequently meat. The fact that this is inconceivable in my culture can be equally mystifying to people here. Can this old saw of journalism mean anything, then, where stories of men biting dogs are as utterly routine as their opposite? Here's an article, published in March by the Public Library of Science, that I just couldn't wait to breathlessly report for its bizarre qualities. In two separate cases, Vietnamese men were admitted into Hanoi medical facilities presenting with similar symptoms: hydro- and aerophobia, intermittent spasms and agitation without attendant elevated blood pressure or temperature. In both cases they were diagnosed with progressive classic encephalitic rabies. Both died within the week. In each case, the cause of infection seems to have been their butchering and consumption of rabies-endemic species: in one case a dog, the other a cat. It's hard to believe any living virus could survive getting cooked--indeed, in neither case did family members at the same table get sick. Each victim even paid some uneducated attention to rabies prevention--had a dog bitten a man in some attention-getting story?--one man actually pulled the teeth out of the dog's head before butchering it. But each man eventually removed and cooked the animal's raw and virulent brain for some traditional dish. The full article can be found here, unillustrated, or downloaded in .pdf format1 including a photo of cooked dogs. [Cavin]
Tuesday, April 07, 2009
Eventually I would like to write a little bit more about Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. (I'll eventually link that here.) I found it to be an exceptional place. It seems small after HCMC. It's mildly crumbling, with vividly repurposed deco colonial architecture populated by every kind of person I can imagine. I was unprepared. I really thought KL would be much the same as Singapore, with handy post-British city planning, with overbearing cleanliness and stricture, with endless shopping malls--a sanitized melting pot. But this was much different: the Chinese and Indian populations of the Malay Peninsula seem far more integrated there. Also people who looked like they were maybe from the Middle East, the South Pacific, Mongolia, Mars. (Also people who looked like they were from varying necks of the economic woods, too.) The mix was more than merely spatial--ethnic neighborhoods blending into one another more aggressively, and perhaps sloppier, than in Singapore--but extended neatly into the features of the people themselves. Many Malaysians seem so delightfully multiethnic that unquilting them becomes immediately Quixotic. The long Indonesian history and predominately Islamic culture lends a unique and beautified air to the cultural stew. Music and food traditions hail from everywhere: the south Asian jungle, the Hindu Kush, the wide swath of the Eurasian Steppes, deserts both Persian and Mediterranean. The environment was delirious, the streets dirty, the markets congested. The head-scarves of professional women were part of official police or government or fast food uniforms (official McDonald's head-scarves. I had no idea). Off duty clothing was lively and colorful. I was surprised how much I liked this capital city, and how much I want to return for the rest of Malaysia someday. Then, I'll remember how much I really want to have a camera along with me. [Cavin]
Monday, April 06, 2009
Happy Hung Kings Day!* This year is only the third annual official observance of this newly-created national holiday. Since this meant we had a three-day weekend, we packed off to Kuala Lumpur and didn't have to return home until earlier this evening. That flight was a highlight of our weekend, maybe one of the most amazing things we've done during our stay here. We'd gotten off the ground forty minutes late due to a pounding storm which broke right as we were taxiing. And broke with the works: bright strobe lightning, porthole-rattling thunder, and blinding churns of opaque rain. "Heh heh," said the captain of that Malaysia Airlines seven-something-seven, even as I could feel wind actually shaking the parked aircraft, "we'll be sitting right here till this thing blows over." I sat there alright, refusing to look out the windows, but I could sense the storm hadn't more than slightly lessened when he'd crackled onto the intercom again and advised us we were taking off right now as he did just that. But it was somehow calming to shoot gracefully into the air after that, with nary a buffet or chop as we floated right through those flashing black clouds. Pretty impressive, Captain Malaysia. This calming effect became part of a confluence of events allowing me to do something I can't usually do: look out the windows. Also we were on the right side of the plane. Also, after all that, Captain Malaysia decided to cruise into town underneath the southern delta region's extensive cloud cover, affording some twenty minutes of dramatically-lit Mekong countryside crawling along beneath us just two to three thousand feet down, every boat and radio antenna and paddy and canal and conical hat clearly defined against one of the Earth's most iconic surfaces. Recommended. [Cavin]
Friday, April 03, 2009
We're a little under four months away from moving home again already. Our return date is not set in stone, but it'll probably be something like July twenty-fifth. I spend a lot of time swinging back and forth between opposite impressions of the length of time we've spent here. Sometimes it feels like that time has passed very quickly, but sometimes the sheer amount of activity over the last eighteen months makes it seem like we've been here a lot longer than that. Our approaching repatriation makes me think about all sorts of things. I think about all the hoops we'll have to jump through to move home. Much of this will be related here over the coming months. I think about all the things we haven't gotten around to doing yet, some of which we'll try to cram into our remaining time. This will also be a predictable topic from now on. Besides whatever actually happens, I'm already imagining what things I'm going to miss about living in Vietnam once I'm relocated elsewhere. Also, I'm thinking about the opposite things. Before moving home from México, I remember noting several months worth of "lasts". The last time I did x, went to a party with y, ate z, etc. I suspect there will be some of that mentioned this time, too. With very little room left in this update, what's on my mind must be short. Once we have moved home again, I am going to very much miss hopping onto a quick flight and spending the weekend in Malaysia, for example, for basically the same amount of money I might've spent on a New Orleans road trip six years ago. So, since it's Friday, my leather bag is packed again and I've got a cab to catch. [Cavin]
Thursday, April 02, 2009
Not last weekend, but the weekend before, we took a trip to Cát Tiên National Park. It's a national forest preserve about a hundred fifty kilometers north of Hồ Chí Minh City. We have friends up there studying black-shanked doucs, an endangered species of Old World monkey found only in Vietnam and Cambodia. We had a really good weekend hiking and hanging out with them. This is one of the things that happened to us there. We'd just hiked the last leg of a ten-kilometer round-trip into the forest; we were waiting for our prearranged rendezvous with a pickup truck to take us back to the research compound. Where that trail intersects with the road there are two concrete benches. Two people can sit on each. There is also a sign that says "Crocodile Lake, 5k." We'd just done the return hike in about sixty-five minutes, far faster than we'd managed the hike in. We'd been a little nervous about catching our ride, see. All four of us were tired and took a seat. The bench on the trailhead side of the road was clear, but the bench on the opposite side was occupied by a dense cloud of wheeling butterflies. I sat with one of our friends on that clear bench--we'd gotten to the intersection first. Sunshine and our other friend, coming off the trail a moment or two later, sat in the butterfly cloud. This story is instructive. Butterflies are harmless and pretty and tired hikers can see them from across the road, lazily swirling in the air around a concrete bench. This is not the case with dozens of droning sweat-hungry bees. The moral? Sit in the butterfly seat. Anyway, here you can read everything else that happened that weekend in Cát Tiên Park. [Cavin]
Wednesday, April 01, 2009
Here's an interesting item that came across the Update desk earlier this afternoon. It's a slideshow accompanying a BusinessWeek article1 examining the possibility that the current economic downturn might force global companies to reduce or discontinue the extra compensations provided to employees working in remote or dangerous locations. One generally understood term for this is hardship differential. Chic and intrepid MBA newshounds sometimes refer to it as sweeteners. In an article championing the necessity of bonuses for hardship positions, I take exception with that label. To me, a sweetener is just a gaudy sack of junket swag doled-out as a competitive thank you or a dealership trick. A hardship differential is a wage-based pay increase measured to somehow fix issues brought about by isolation from infrastructure, sanitation, education, protection, and familiarity. Anyway, what I've linked above is really only the illustration: a slideshow entitled "The World's Worst Places to Work" based on a report commissioned by BusinessWeek from US human resources data compilation firm ORC Worldwide. I do not "take exception" with these findings so much as "mock them," at least based on the skin-deep analysis offered in the article. The constraints limiting this top twenty list are: no actively war-torn cities and no cities in the US or Canada or Western Europe. I wonder if they weren't trying to be neighborly, too, since Bogota and the Dominican Republic are the only western hemisphere cities mentioned. The DR? That's where my cousin enjoyed his honeymoon, for Pete's sake. And never mind the ongoing drug violence tearing apart northern México,2 or that Haiti is plagued by gangs, poverty, and despair.3 The list seems to still be on-track at number one, after that it gets stupid fast. But you can almost see our house in the picture for number nine. [Cavin]
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
I had a five-week vacation, Tết holiday, wonderful guests, and jetlag. Then another vacation for good measure. These exciting things preempted blogging for awhile. I'm trying to get back into the habit. There was so much happening that I also put off returning to the gym. For months that gym and I had a steady thing going on, a midnight rendezvous. Our relationship verged on abusive, and I frequently felt battered. But I loved that gym! God help me, I even looked forward to seeing it every day. Then over our vacation estrangement I think we grew apart. During much of last year that place was like an addiction; but I've become addicted to other rooms, now. It's been a real pain in my butt making myself go through the motions again. I tell myself I'm doing it for the kids. We're trying to talk things through, of course, to work things out. But the problem is me: I've weakened our bonds during this trial. Every relationship takes work, but it's been really tough on me. Why? Over months of disuse I didn't suddenly atrophy or suffer a cardiovascular decline. But I did forget how to run. Running is not, apparently, like riding a bike. I think the human body likes to run; but it's requiring practice to convince my body of this. It also takes practice to be effective. Since going steady with the gym again, I've become frustrated because I want to perform like I did back in December. My legs are strong, my breath is good. But I've forgotten how to get my feet down quickly and correctly. I'm out of synch, so I keep hurting myself. Also, the resulting treadmill abuse produces a nasty burning rubber smell, something I'll avoid personifying with relationship terminology. [Cavin]


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President Barack Obama demonstrated his pro-gay credentials last week by having Senior Advisor Valerie Jarrett renounce comments she had made that 15-year-old gay suicide victim Justin Aaberg had been bullied because of a "lifestyle choice" he had made.
Obama backed up Jarrett by announcing at an MTV townhall meeting that being gay is "not a choice," thus discovering something Ronald Reagan figured out 32 years ago.
The remarks topped off a busy week of fierce advocacy from our Fierce Advocate for gay rights, coming as it did after Obama's Justice Department filed a fierce brief appealing U.S. District Judge Joseph Tauro's overturning of the Defense of Marriage Act (DOMA), and an advocatory brief appealing U.S. District Judge Virginia A. Phillips' injunction against Pentagon enforcement of Don't Ask Don't Tell (DADT.)
The administration evidently hates DADT so much that it disobeyed Philips' injunction and upheld the law by allowing a Texas recruiting station to refuse reenlistment to decorated veteran Omar Lopez, who had been ousted after five years of service in the Navy for "homosexual admission."
Obama has been insisting that DADT "will end on my watch." Given his actions over the past year-and-a-half, perhaps what he really means is that when someone—anyone—other than him takes steps to repeal it, he'll be "sure to watch."
Meanwhile, evidence for the administration's ludicrous claim that immediate lifting of the ban will have "enormous consequences" for the military has yet to materialize.
In the midst of all this fierce advocacy, the national gay Republican group Log Cabin Republicans (LCR) won an actual victory last Tuesday, in the form of Phillips' injunction against DADT, the next step in the resolution of the case LCR had successfully filed opposing the policy.
LCR and fellow gay conservative group GOProud also called out New York gubernatorial candidate Carl Paladino for his lunkheaded complaints to a group of conservative orthodox rabbis in the Bronx that homosexuality was not a "successful or valid" option and that schools shouldn't "brainwash" students into accepting it.


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One of the secret silver linings of having children is using them as an excuse for not doing stuff you don't want to do. Want to leave the party early? Sorry, the kids need to get to bed. Don't feel like leaving the house? Kids are acting up. Don't want to go to the gym? Sorrynotimegotkids.
For me, going to the gym is a bit like camping. I'm super keen to camp. As long as there's wifi and a TV and, like, a five star hotel at the camping site. I'm not fussy, I swear, I just don't like sleeping on the floor or eating stuff with dirt on it or being outdoors.
Similarly, going to the gym sounds amazing. I just don't want to touch other people's sweat, or smell sweat, or sweat myself. I'd really prefer it if I could just watch TV, drink wine and let the kids run around while my bum magically hikes itself back up to where it used to be. Have I mentioned I don't gym?
So when I was invited to try out the Next Gen Lifestyle club I didn't exactly start planning my new mummy fitness blog #fitspo. Although, now I think about it, I wouldn't be opposed to adopting the activewear lifestyle #lycra #leggingsaspants.
I went along and took detailed notes as I was shown the 28 world-class tennis courts where Nick Kyrgios plays. I showed my appreciation for the state of the art equipment on the gym floor. I admired the indoor and outdoor heated pools and the spa, sauna and zen garden. We chatted about the classes and the private training sessions. I nodded and smiled as they detailed the tennis and swimming lessons.
I tried not to show that none of this was really impressing me because I didn't want to admit that I'm not exactly a gym bunny.
But then they showed me a couple of things that made me want to say, "um, you really buried the lead there!"
You see, there are some things people like me want when they go to a gym. All that exercise stuff is great I suppose and I'm truly impressed if you're keen to workout (high five emoji, bicep emoji), but mums with small kids have slightly different needs. We're desperate to do things for ourselves but unfortunately we come as a package deal so we need a little bit of extra motivation.
- Lack of meathead. Don't get me wrong, a sneaky perve now and then is an added bonus, but being the 'mum' who walks into the weights room and picks up a 2.5kg dumbbell is not high on my list of confidence builders. I prefer to share a weights room with a mix of 'befores' and 'afters'. This place has a distinct family vibe (i.e. dad and mum bods errwhere).
- TV. I don't mind a session on the treadmill but I seriously don't want to stare at the wall and contemplate the meaning of life while I trudge the conveyor belt to nowhere. So the TVs attached to all the machines that stream Netflix was embarrassingly exciting for me.
- Wine. Not even joking. Please give me wine. The bar with the food and the wine makes this place a bit more like a country club than a gym and that makes me feel like I'm living in an American sitcom.
- Somewhere for my kids. Gyms aren't usually a destination for kids, but if I have to go, they have to come with me so anywhere that encourages you to bring your kid and actually works to entertain them is going straight to the top of my list. Soft play room in the café? Tick. Crèche with qualified carers for the baby? Tick. Actual gym classes for the kids??? TICK! (OMG the 2-5yr old Cub Club is the absolute cutest).
- Homework club. I didn't even know this was a thing I wanted until I discovered Next Gen has one. You pick up your kids from school, you all go to the club, you drop them off at Homework Club where someone else will help them do their work while you go and chill in the spa or go for a swim or do a yoga class or just hide in the changerooms because even I know your kids would rather do their homework with anyone else in the world but you. A club that does my kids' homework with them, lets me go zen in the spa workout AND can feed the family afterwards? Yeah that sounds alright. Extra points for the wine.
You know that single friend of yours who makes a really special effort to show interest in your kids? Even if they have no interest in having their own children, they act like your kids are awesome and it makes you love them so much more for trying to include your tribe? Next Gen's a bit like that friend. I don't like gyms but this club acts like my children are just as important as me and it makes me love them a little bit. Plus they serve wine.
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NEW YORK, March 13 (Reuters) - The dollar extended losses against the euro and pared gains after data showed U.S. inflation data for February was in line with market expectations, suggesting that the Federal Reserve remained on track to raise interest rates at a gradual pace..
The euro gained 0.2 percent against the dollar to $1.2355 after the data. Against the yen, the dollar pared gains to trade below 107 yen.
The Labor Department said its consumer Price Index rose 0.2 percent last month after jumping 0.5 percent in January. In the 12 months through February, the CPI rose 2.2 percent, up from 2.1 percent in January as the weak reading from last year dropped from the calculation. (Reporting by Gertrude Chavez-Dreyfuss Editing by Chizu Nomiyama)


text: KIRKUS REVIEW The old and time honored feeling of exclusion children get when their parents are busy doing something else is given humorous form in Mr. Sendak's second book written and illustrated by himself. While his mother is washing the baby, Martin runs away hoping someone will answer all his questions. How he meets a cat, a horse and a sparrow and how they all end up having an argument royal about the location of "very far away" makes an aptly symbolic comment on the futility of escapism and sends Martin resolutely back home. Laughable on the whole and at times ticklingly funny. Pub Date: March 6th, 1957ISBN: 0060297239Page count: 66ppPublisher: HarperReview Posted Online: Oct. 18th, 2011Kirkus Reviews Issue: March 1st, 1957


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Sustainable Green Printing Partnership (SGP), a non-profit organization providing sustainability certification in the graphic communications industry, today announces the expansion of its certification activities to Australia. Currently, Australia is one of the most aggressive countries in addressing broad sustainability issues. By taking this expansion step, the Sustainable Green Partnership can now offer facilities a sustainability certification based on the three pillar approach -- economic, societal, and environmental -- that also incorporates best management practices for printing facilities.
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While auditioning for Hollywood movie and TV roles, actor and martial arts champion Hector Echavarria said he often found himself reading for stereotypical Latino parts that left him feeling disgusted.
"I was sick to my stomach because I was always the guy cutting the grass, the guy selling the drug, the guy violating the woman…," Echavarria recalled recently. "I said, 'Look, is there any good part to read?' And they told me, 'Absolutely not.'"
So the Argentine-born Echavarria began mapping plans to produce and star in his own independent movies by capitalizing on his popularity in the mixed martial arts ring and acting roles he had played on Latin American TV programs such as "Brigada."
On Sept. 13, his company, Destiny Entertainment, will begin a multi-city rollout of "Chavez: Cage of Glory," a "Rocky"-esque story starring Echavarria as Hector Chavez, an out-of-work Mexican American who enters the cage-fighting ring in savage combat to raise money so his son can have a life-saving heart operation.
Shot over six weeks in Los Angeles on a $5-million budget, "Chavez: Cage of Glory" also stars Danny Trejo ("Machete Kills"), Steven Bauer ("Ray Donovan"), Patrick Kilpatrick, James Russo, Heath Herring and Tony Lopez. Besides the starring role, producer Echavarria also wrote and directed the film.
In the brutal world of mixed martial arts, cage fighters use lightweight gloves to pound, kick and otherwise bloody their opponents into submission inside a fenced-in ring.
"Chavez: Cage of Glory" is the first of five action films that Destiny Entertainment has on its production slate for theatrical release. In December, principal photography is scheduled to start on "Los Muertos," (The Dead), a film about an all-Latino U.S. Special Forces team operating in Iraq.
Echavarria, 43, said that while "Chavez: Cage of Glory" is being aimed at the Latino action market, it has crossover appeal (it's in English).
"I think if you're focusing on Latinos, you are focusing on everybody because we are all the same," said Echavarria, who lives in Redondo Beach with his wife, Lila, with whom he has five grown children. "We all have the same fears, we all have the same ambitions, we all want to be loved. That is the essence of life."
It is no secret that U.S. movie studios recognize the effect Latino audiences are having on ticket sales.
Over the Memorial Day holiday, Latino audiences provided 32% of the opening box office for Universal's muscle-car blockbuster "Fast and Furious 6." Last year, Latinos accounted for 10.9 million, or 26%, of frequent moviegoers, according to the Motion Picture Assn. of America, which defines a frequent moviegoer as someone who goes to the cinema once a month or more.
Joel M. Gonzales, president and chief executive of Nosotros, the national Latino arts advocacy nonprofit founded by the late actor Ricardo Montalban, said it's great to see the studios recognize the importance of Latino moviegoers, but agreed with Echavarria that movies don't have to be stereotyped as "Latino films" to appeal to the Latino community. Gonzales, who received a producer credit on "Chavez: Cage of Glory," said he was drawn to the script's "Rocky-like inspirational story."
Echavarria's own life story is just as inspiring. As a baby in Corrientes, Argentina, he twice nearly died from severe asthma. When he was 4, to improve his health, his parents took him to a local acupuncturist who was also a Buddhist monk from China's Shaolin Monastery, which has a long association with Chinese martial arts.
"He began to teach me martial arts when I was 4," Echavarria recalled. "Here was this skinny… little kid planning to be the tiger jumping from the mountain! It was like putting on a Superman uniform. It was fantastic because it took me away from the pain and… I could believe in myself."
But when his trainer returned to China, Echavarria said he found himself "working without any guidance."
"I began fighting in the streets illegally for money," he said. "When I was 14, I sent somebody to the hospital in a street fight because [he] attacked me with a broken bottle. But a police officer put me in jail and basically told me that I had a gift, that he had been watching me and that I should do something good with the gift I have."
He suggested the teen become a professional kickboxer.
His family moved to Miami and, later, by accident, he landed his first acting job on "Miami Vice" when he mistakenly walked into the show's publicity office.
Since then, his business interests have become as varied and successful as his fighting career. Before his current slate of films, he produced and starred in a series of martial arts-themed movies that Lionsgate distributed on Blu-ray and DVD. He also has his own line of clothing and has trained sports figures and celebrities. In November, he will host a mixed martial arts championship in Buenos Aires with 2,000 athletes from 35 countries competing.
"He's like a mini-mogul already," Bauer observed. "He's not satisfied to sit back on his laurels and championships and just do that. He wants the whole thing."
Echavarria puts it all in perspective.
"We all have within ourselves a dream and a lot of people give that dream away," he said. "I want to show by example that if you stick to it and you're true to yourself, everything will be fine at the end of the day."


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Head, Heart and Balls
Reflections on the penis, masculinity, male sexuality, and just being a man
Tell me, men, where do you feel most fulfilled? Down the bar with a group of men, joking and laughing about this and that, sharing a few drinks, playing pool or whatever, or in a social gathering with lots of relatives of both sexes? In the company of women or in the company of men?
With the boys on a fishing trip or camping expedition, or on holiday with the family?
I don't ask these questions just to be provocative. If you feel more comfortable with men than women, more at home in a group of men, more understood, in fact, with no need to justify yourself, could it be that you are missing out on something in our society?
And, conversely, if you feel uncomfortable in a group of men, could it be that you are frightened of maleness or masculinity in some way?
You might have guessed by now that I already have some strong opinions on these questions. I believe that genetically we have the potential to express our maleness in very important and profound ways, that there are necessary steps that we as human animals need to go through to develop into fulfilled men, and that our experience in the family and society does not generally give us what we need to become adult, mature men with a full sense of our deep masculine selves.
Men, Women and Sex
Of course you wouldn't be reading this site if you weren't interested in having a successful relationship with a woman.
But you may wonder what sustains "good enough" sex in a relationship after the initial passion and love has lessened.
Michael Metz and Barry McCarthy came up with the "good enough sex" model in 2010. And there are some really interesting principles here, which are set out in their book Enduring Desire. By the way - if you are looking for advice on how to create a great relationship, and long term stability with a man who loves you and whom you can love whole-heartedly, you can discover it all here.
So let's look at their view of how masculinity plays into the concept of "good enough sex".
They start from the principle that sex is an essential element of life, something that each and every one of us values both as an individual and as part of a couple – it provides comfort, intimacy, pleasure and indeed can boost one's self-esteem.
I think that's particularly true for men, because feeling like you're a powerful man is in large part about feeling that you're a potent and sexual man.
And of course to feel any of those things you have to be in a relationship where sexual satisfaction and relationship satisfaction are viewed as very important.
To be able to get that satisfaction, you have to have realistic expectations of each other, not only in the emotional and physical areas of your interaction, but also in the way you relate to each other.
In turn, those things are contingent upon good health, and good behaviors: these are behaviors which show that you value not only your own body but your partner's.
This is really interesting because masculinity is recognized and maybe even defined by a certain body shape and size as well as an internal sense of masculinity.
Yet do we as men honor that? Men are much worse at looking after their bodies than women: women visit their doctors much more often, men delayed visiting a doctor when they need medical help.
And nowhere does this difference show more clearly than in the fact that men die so much earlier than women.
Now of course we're talking about masculinity and its relation to sex here, so we're not going to pursue the issue of how men neglect their own health!
But along with that somewhat careless attitude towards health goes another attitude which is very characteristically male: expecting to have perfect sex, and perhaps also the perfect relationship.
The reality is that when you have varied sexual experiences, flexible sexual experiences, and you don't want or needing or expect to produce a perfect performance every time, erectile problems, delayed ejaculation, or even premature ejaculation, will not affect your confidence in your sexual ability, because it is stronger than performance pressure or any fear of failure.
So please consider as a man how many of the possible purposes of sex you have fully integrated into your sexual and emotional relationship with your partner. The functions of sex are pleasure, intimacy, self-esteem, tension reduction – after all, think of how tension reduces after an orgasm! – and of course reproduction.
As a man, do you value your own sexuality and masculinity? Do you value the gender differences between you and your partner? Do you value her as a woman, and do you honor her femininity?
And finally, consider whether or not you have managed to integrate sex successfully into real-life, and whether or not you integrate real life into sex.
Integration implies your sexuality will develop in different ways throughout your entire life – consider for example the transition from randy, horny teenager to mature potent young man, and then to the sexually mature middle-aged man, and then into a place of elderhood where sexual certainties (like always getting an erection) begin to diminish.
What is the overall message of this?
Probably something like this: as a man, you need to adapt to changing demands on both you and your masculinity as the years go by. Read more about masculinity here.
Other pages on this site
I think everyone wants to be in a relationship. If you are a woman who isn't in a partnership or marriage, this site may have some great advice which can help you get over that barrier and find your way to a joyful and loving relationship.
How To Be A Badass!
Now you may wonder what the heck is a Badass! In short, you're a Badass when you're at the top of your game with women. When you know how to approach to women, get their interest, woo them seduce them, and make yourself the man they want to be with! And it's easier than you think, thanks to Joshua Pellicer and his extraordinary program, The Tao Of Badass. Go get all the information you could ever need to be a hit with women right now! Click on the picture below, now!
How To Have A Great Relationship!
Or to be more exact, how to have your previous relationship back – and make it great!
Now, there's lots of information on the Internet about relationship repair, and one of the reasons for this must be because people are breaking up and then really regretting that they've done so.
Then, people turn to the Internet for advice on how to get back with an ex-boyfriend or ex-girlfriend.
And happily for all these lonely, sad people, I have built website on the subject of relationship repair and indeed renewal, which means giving you ideas about how to get back with your ex.
I consider myself qualified to explain how to get back with your ex because I've been working with couples in all kinds of relationships for a long time now.
Enough said! So if you want to find out how you can get your ex back, and how you can build a new relationship with them, have a look at this. You can simply click on the picture below to get your girl back.


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A 33-year-old Scottish man was sentenced today to 18 months in prison in the U.K. for spamming out malware-infected e-mails and stealing data.
The sentencing today of Matthew Anderson of Drummuir, Aberdeenshire, Scotland, brought to an end to an investigation first launched four years ago. According to the Metropolitan Police Service (MPS), Anderson was part of a ring that targeted hundreds of businesses in the U.K. with malware starting in 2005. The conspiracy was operated by members of a cyber-crew called m00p that spammed out millions of e-mails laced with malware, authorities said.
It was Anderson's job to manage the operation by composing the e-mails and distributing them with virus attachments, police said. The malware allowed Anderson to access private data stored on computers without the knowledge of the computer's owner, according to police.
"This organized online criminal network infected huge numbers of computers around the world, especially targeting U.K. businesses and individuals," said Detective Constable Bob Burls, from the MPS Central e-Crime Unit, in a statement. "Matthew Anderson methodically exploited computer users not only for his own financial gain but also violating their privacy. They used sophisticated computer code to commit their crimes."
The investigation resulted in the arrests of three men-including Anderson-on June 27, 2006. No charges were filed against one of the men, while the other pleaded guilty in 2008, according to reports. According to police, a number of computers were seized at residential addresses in both countries in addition to the suspects' servers as part of the investigation.
When online, Anderson used the profile names of "aobuluz" and "warpigs," authorities said, and operated his illegal business behind the front of an online company called Optom Security that offered security software.
Among the evidence police found were screenshots on Anderson's computers taken from other people's Webcams as well as copies of wills, medial reports, password lists and other content, police said.
"The Internet means criminals have increased opportunities to commit crime internationally; however, I'd like to reassure the public that the international law enforcement and antivirus companies' response is increasingly sophisticated," Burls said. "As this case shows, criminals can't hide online and are being held to account for their actions. A complex investigation like this demonstrates what international cooperation can achieve."


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I had my eye surgery a couple weeks ago, and all went well. It was also declared a fortuitous choice to not wait on the surgery, as we were able to prevent a detachment of the "worst kind". Not sure I want to know what that means, just thankful I answered the little nudge I kept receiving to move ahead with calling about the problem in the first place and the decision to not wait any longer on the surgery.
Recovery is not just about healing the surgery sight and all that went on in there, but is impacted by the random amount of time it will take for the gas bubble to disappear. It looks like it will be in the3-5 week time frame before I can see to return to work, drive??, read for more than a few minutes with one eye. It's all up in the air, but things are healing nicely and I am settling into being alone all day. Cocoa keeps me company.
Thank you to all who have provided support and love.


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Time to crack potty-training
Rebecca Howard Dennis helps you to get the, ahem, job done
Potty-training: two words that can strike fear into the heart of even the most unflappable parent. But with a little planning, and a lot (and we do mean a lot) of patience – not to mention some all-important good timing – making the transition from nappies to knickers needn't be stressful, for you or your little one.
Don't rush to get your child out of nappies. Starting too early is the single biggest cause of problems (read: delay) when potty-training. Bear in mind that successful training hinges upon a child's ability to firstly recognise that they need to go to the toilet, and then to hold on long enough to get there in time.
When we need to pee, sensory fibres in our bladder send signals up our spine to the brain, telling it that our bladder is full. However, these links between the spine and brain aren't established until around two years of age. Add in the fact that the muscles that control a child's bladder and rectum don't mature until they're around 18 months or older, and it soon becomes clear that toilet-training before the age of two may simply be asking too much.
In a straw poll, most parents said they start the process at about two and a half years, with the majority finding night-time training more challenging than teaching their child to stay dry during the day. Even children who master daytime potty- training easily can take months, or even years, to go through the night without needing a nappy. A recent report showed that, by the time they're in reception class, 46 per cent of children are still wetting the bed at night – so night-time dryness isn't a given by this age.
To help the process along, experts advise spacing your child's daily recommended six to seven cups of liquid over the first two-thirds of the day, and to avoid any kind of caffeinated drink (we're talking hot chocolate here, obvs) near bedtime. Caffeine before bed has been shown to stimulate the kidneys to produce even more pee. So stick to warm milk.


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Eucalyptus dalrympleana
- Mountain White Gum, Mountain Gum, Broad-leaved Kindling-bark, Broad-leaved
Ribbon Gum, Kindlingbark, Seven-flowered Mountain Gum, White Gum
(Southeast Australia and Tasmania) This large and fast-growing (to 150')
tree has reddish-tinted blue-green leaves held in heavy tresses and very
attractive white bark with grey, cream, and pink patches. It is somewhat
variable in its juvenile foliage. The wood is somewhat useful but
not of exceptional quality. Very hardy but often fails to harden
off before severe freezes. Two subspecies exist, and the hardiest
provenances of this species are probably from Tasmania. 3 to 12°F.
Photos of Eucalyptus dalrympleana
Eucalyptus dealbata - Tumbledown Red Gum, Tumbledown Gum (New South Wales) Fast growing medium tree, adapted to dry conditions but not excptionally hardy. Possibly useful in Texas and the Southwest. 10 (?) to 16°F.
Eucalyptus deanei - Round-leaved
Gum, Deane's Gum, Round-leaved Blue Gum, Mountain Blue Gum, Brown Gum
(New South Wales) A very beautiful, large tree, with smooth attracive bark
in colors of white, yellow and red, and pink-tinged juvenile foliage.
Extremely fast growing and adaptable. Not fully tested for hardiness
in cultivation, but it will probably tolerate 7 to 14°F.
Photos of Eucalyptus deanei
Eucalyptus deauensis - Mongamulla Mountain Mallee (New South Wales) A relative of E. alpina; hardiness not known but worth mentioning. Extremely rare.
Eucalyptus delegatensis
- Alpine Ash, Gum-topped Stringybark, Australian Oak, Tasmanian Oak, Whitetop
Stringybark, White-top, Woollybutt, Blue Leaf, Mountain White Gum
(Southeast Australia
and Tasmania) This is one of the "half-barked ashes"--called so because,
when the tree is mature, the bark is persistent near the base of the trunk,
but shed annually above about 20 - 40' up the trunk. The leaves are
quite large (as eucs go) and curved, and have an attractive dark-pinkish-red
tint. White flowers appear in summer, in greater profusion than on
most eucalypts. This tree rapidly grows straight up, to a height
of 100 to 150' with an enormous spread in maturity--its sheer size is incredible.
Tolerates exposure (where hardy) and poor soils, and also has potential
as a timber tree for its high-quality wood. It also holds up to freezing
rain comparatively well. Several specimens reached 70' tall at the
University of Washington in Seattle in the 1970's, but froze in 1979.
Hardier provenances should be tried. 2 to 12°F. Ssp. tasmaniensis
(or tasmanica in some references) of Tasmania is less cold-hardy,
but could be useful for its juvenile foliage which is very blue and resembles
that of E. polyanthemos.
Photos of Eucalyptus delegatensis
Eucalyptus dendromorpha - Budawang Ash (New South Wales) Not commonly grown; probably hardy to somewhere around 5 to 12°F.
Eucalyptus denticulata - Shining Gum (Victoria) A recent classification differing only slightly from E. nitens in its fruit and adult leaves.
Eucalyptus dives - Broad-leaved
Peppermint (Southeast
Australia) As the name suggests, a peppermint with broad leaves, closely
allied to the E. radiata group. It grows fairly large and
thrives on dryish sites. Deep green leaves are not shiny but attracive.
Probably hardy to about 7 to 15°F.
Photos of Eucalyptus dives
Eucalyptus dunnii - Dunn's
White Gum, Killarney Ash, Ribbon Gum, White Gum
(southeast Queensland) a very fast-growing, large and beautiful tree, surprisingly
hardy considering its place of origin. Useful timber. 9 to
Photos of Eucalyptus dunnii
Eucalyptus index page | Eucalyptus C | Eucalyptus E


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New name, people at HSM
LISLE, Ill. - The Honeywell Security Monitoring business bought by GTCR Golder Rauner in 2004 has gone through numerous changes in recent months, taking on a new name, creating corporate headquarters and adding employees.
The efforts appear to be paying off, as its security business has grown 18 percent month-over-month from July 2004 through December of last year, according to Tim Whall, president and chief operating officer.
The company's focus is on the national account market and commercial security systems. Today it serves 126,000 customers, up from 120,000 when it came under new ownership in late June. GTCR bought the business from Honeywell for $351 million.
One significant change for the company is that it is now branded as HSM, but still incorporates the Honeywell Security Monitoring name as part of a tag line with the company logo. In its second year under new ownership, it will add the word 'formerly' to that tag line and by the third year it will eliminate the Honeywell name completely.
According to Whall, it's a balance between ensuring that customers associate the company as the same business as prior to the acquisition, but at the same time create a new identity.
In addition with coming up with a new name, the company formed corporate headquarters in Lisle, Ill., for 24 employees that handle human resources, finance, corporate services, fleet management and purchasing supplies.
And, unlike its former owner, which eliminated positions in recent years, the new owners of HSM have added general managers and sales people. Today, the company employs 870 people, up from 794 in June, in 48 branches.
Some of the additions include bringing onboard five general managers in the Chicago, Baltimore, Riverside, Calif., Houston and Seattle markets.
"There's room for more,†said Whall, who expects to hire additional employees in 2005.


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Boxer John Joe Nevin has set his sights on wooing the Williams sisters at the London Olympics – after moving a step closer to a gold medal.
The young bantamweight from Mullingar has been mixing with sporting royalty in the Olympic Village and loving every minute.
Nevin had the international media eating out of his hand after beating Kanat Abutalipov of Kazakhstan 15-10 on Wednesday.
The win has Nevin just nine minutes away from an Olympic medal but he has other things on his mind as he tries to catch up with tennis superstars Venus and Serena Williams – Venus envy some papers are calling it!
Speaking after he guaranteed a quarter-final date against Mexican Oscar Valdez Fierro on Sunday, Nevin revealed his wish to meet the tennis sisters.
Nevin said: "I met the soccer players Ryan Giggs and Craig Bellamy, which is always nice. And they saw John Joe Nevin of course!
"I'm just hoping to meet the two Williams sisters and get a picture with them. They'd be heroes of mine. And I met Rafael Nadal at the last Olympics. He'd be another hero of mine.
"But it'd be very nice to meet the Williams sisters."
Asked why he wanted to meet the Williams sisters in particular, married father of one Nevin laughed: "We won't say that for the newspapers!"
Boxing again provided the main highlights for Ireland on day five of action at the London Games as Nevin made it two wins from two.
Dubliner Annalise Murphy didn't win either of her two races on the day in the Laser Radial class but she remains in first place overall.
There was heartache for canoeist Eoin Rheinisch, fourth in Beijing, when he made a mistake in the semi-finals of the Kayak K1 class and finished 14th overall.
Cyclist David McCann confirmed he will retire from international competition after finishing 27th behind Tour de France winner and new Olympic champion Bradley Wiggins in the men's individual time trial.


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