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"Happy Laundry Girls,"
Bessy Conway; or, The Irish Girl in America.
Father Daly was no sooner gone that evening than Ally went off post.haste to acquaint her father and mother of the news he had brought concerning Mary. Just as she had expected they were grieved beyond measure. They had never suspected Mary of carrying on such under.hand doings, and even the knowledge that she was, was bad enough in itself, but when they heard who the bead was they were struck speechless with anger and astonishment. At first nothing would serve Bridget but she must don her blue cloak and herself and Peery go straight up to Houston street. After some persuasion, however, she was so far pacified as to agree to let one of the boys go up for Mary, Ally to wait there till she came.
"Oh! the faggot! Ń the faggot!" cried Bridget clapping her hands in a sudden burst of grief and indignation, "was it to take up with a scape.grace like Luke Mulligan that she came to America! A fellow she wouldn't look at at home! To disgrace all belongin' to her ! Oh wirra! terra! what's comin' over us, at all?" and she burst into a passionate fiood of tears.
Ally and her father tried to calm this wild excitement but for some time they could not succeed.
"Don't you know, mother, we all feel as bad as you do?" said Ally, "but it's time enough to grieve when the harm is done It's not too late yet to prevent it Ń at least I'd fain hope so."
"Now, Ally dear! what's the use of talkin' to me that way?" said the mother looking up through her tears; "you know well enough that whatever that foolish creature takes in her head she'll see it out, come what may! And God knows it's as much on your account an' the dacent man that's married to you as anything else that I'm troubled!"
"Take it easy, Bridget!" was Peery's characteristic exhortation; "if you fret yourself black in the face it'll not make matters any better, an' be sure, now, if Mary comes you'll not fly in a passion with her Ń if you do you'll ruin us all."
But Bridget's patience was not put to that test. Her son returned breathless after half an hour's absence with the news that Mary was not in and that Becky was afraid she was gone off to be married.
This set the whole family in a commotion. The mother was inconsolable and sat rocking herself on her low bench in the corner with her apron to her eyes, sobbing and crying as if her heart would break. "Oh sure I knew it! sure I knew it well, for the heavy load came over my heart the minute I heard Luke Mulligan's name mentioned. Och! och! if it was under board she was before me there the night, it wouldn't crush me half so sore! Oh Mary! Mary! it's too proud I was out of you, ma colleen dhas! an' it's you that's bringin' shame an' sorrow on us all!"
"Sure enough I often told you," said Peery, "that the foolery she was gettin' on with since she came here wouldn't turn out well. Didn't I now, Bridget? I vow to God it made me ashamed many a time to see the airs she put on her Ń an' them dances she'd be goin' to. Bridget! my poor woman! my heart's bleedin' for you, so it is! Ń but you know well how yoa used to laugh at me, yourself and Mary, when I'd be tryin' to put sense in the colleen's head."
"But, Lord bless me, Tommy?" said Ally to her brother, "what did Becky say? Did you ask her any questions?"
"I did, then," said the lad gloomilyŃhe and his brother
felt the disgrace of an alliance with Luke Mulligan, perhaps even more sensibly than any of the others; "I asked her if she knew how Mary got in with Luky, and she told me ' yes,' that it was at one of the Saturday.night dances she met him, and that she only seen him five or six times, off an' on, till they made a match of it. She says the reason they kept it secret from us all was because Mary knew well enough you'd never give your consent."
The question, then, was "what's to be done!" and at Ally's suggestion her father and Tommy went up with her to get Ned to go with them in search of Mary. "He can't go," said Ally, "unless I'm there to mind the bar, so I must leave you with Peter, mother dear! hopin' that they'll soon be able to bring us back better news than we have now."
The search was, for some time, unsuccessful Ń indeed some hours were spent going from one priest's house to another without ending any trace of the fugitives. They had applied at St. Patrick's and were refused marriage by the pastor there, for the same reason that had actuated Father Daly at St. Joseph's. He said he feared the couple were married somewhere before that time, as he had heard the intended groom say on leaving his door: " If the next doesn't marry us she'll go to a minister Ń that's all."
But the next they went to did marry them, fearing worse and more scandalous consequences. The wedding party, four in number, was just coming out after having the knot tied, when the others met them at the door.
The scene that followed baffles description. The half-bashful, half-confident air with which Mary answered her father's agitated question: "Are you married?" The swaggering assurance of Luky Mulligan accosting Ned: "How are you, Ned? -Ń you see we stole a march on you, Mary and me." Whereto Ned responded by knocking the fellow down. Mary and her bridesmaid screamed and "the best man" made a show of fight, asking with the air of a genuine bully:
"What the dŃ--I do you do that for?"
"Ask my foot!" was Ned's polite answer as he shook his fist at the fellow to keep out of his reach. By this time Luky had gathered himself up with Mary's assistance, and shying off from Ned, he attempted to shake hands with his father-in-law, but Peery, inert and sluggish as was his nature, had the Tipperary blood in his veins, and he dashed away the proffered hand with the contempt due to " a rascal of a ragman," as he styled Luky.
"Don't speak to me, Luky Mulligan!" said the angry parent, "howsomever you got yor comether put on this fool of a girl here, you'll never be any the nearer to us, Ń an' it's the best of your play to keep away from us. "
"Father dear !" said Mary, "don't be so hard on poor Luke Ń you don't know him."
"I know him far too well, Mary! an' I don't know what came over your what low dhrop broke out in you when you had anything to say to Luky Mulligan the ragman!"
Mary bristled up at this and said Luke was just as good as she was, which made her father still more exasperated, and after sundry other passages equally polite and complimentary, Peery told his daughter never to darken his door, for if he met her on the street he wouldn't speak to her. Mary was too much offended to attempt conciliating her father, and Luky, taking her arm within his, said, "Come along, Mary! you needn't care a rap for any of them now Ń I'll do for you better than they would, for all their talk!"
" 'Deed you will, Luky!" said Ned looking back over his shoulder; "I know theway you'll do for her Ń the way you always do for yourself. Get along, the pair of you Ń you're well met Ń if you weren't you wouldn't come together!"
"Don't holla till you're out of the wood, Ned Finigan!" said Luky turning his head in turn; " there's them above ground that'll do for you, any way! Put that in your pipe an' smoke it."
"What's that he says?" asked Peery of Ned.
"I hardly know myself!" said Ned, no little puzzled by what. he heard; "I believe it's threatenin' me the omadhaun is Ń if that's it, he may talk till he's black in the face! Ń ho! ho! ho!"
So this was the news brought back to Bridget and Ally, and this was the last the Murphys saw of Mary for many a long day to come. She made her own bed, her mother said, and be it hard or soft she'd lie in it for them!
A day or two after, Paul, going home from his work in the evening, was accosted by his young friend and pupil Mike Milligan. "Look here, Mister Branigan! I've got something to tell you."
"You have, eh? and what is it, Mike, my boy? But stay! you'd best come and tell me inside. I'm just on my step going home."
"Well ! now, Mike, let us hear the secret!" said Paul when they were seated in front of the little cooking.stove wherein a bright fire was burning under Dolly's tea-kettle, where it sat singing the merriest of tunes, in very joy for Paul's return.
"I think Mr. Herbert is up to something these days," said Mike spreading out his hands in front of the grate to catch the genial warmth; "I heard him three or four nights ago talking with a chap that he called Luke Mulligan Ń most a namesake of my own Ń about some gal that Luke wanted to marry but her people wouldn't hear of it Ń"
"Lord bless me!" ejaculated Paul, "that's Mary's man that is now Ń go on, Mike! what more passed between them?"
"It seems they're from the same place at home Ń"
"To be sare they are Ń to be sure Ń well, Mike?"
"So Mister Herbert told the other fellow to go right ahead and not to mind the confounded set. 'But, hang it! Master Henry!' says Mulligan, 'I haven't a rap to jingle on a tombstone. Where's the marriage.money to come from?' With that, Mister Herbert put his hand in his pocket and ' here it's for you,' says he, Ń 'I've a score to settle with some belonging
to her, and I think it will pay a trifle of it off to help you to make Mistress Mulligan of Mary Murphy Ń ha! ha! ha! eh, Luky? Well now, Master Henry!" says the other back to him, "you needn't be makin' so little of a fellow as all that comes to Ń there's them that carries a high head that isn't any better than their neighbors, if the truth was known."
"Ha! an' what did he say to that Ń Herbert, I meanI"
"I guess he wasn't very well pleased, for he began to bite his lips till you'd think he'd bite them through, but he took out his pocketbook and gave Mulligan some bills, and told him to go and get married as fast as ever he could, and never to show his face to him again till the job was done."
When the boy ended Paul drew a long breath, and then sat silent for awhile looking into the fire, with his hands resting on his knees. At last he started from his reverie and looking round smiled at Mike in his strange way. "He's runnin' his rig, sure enough," said he, and he nodded at Mike as if Mike knew all about it. "Maybe his tether is long enough Ń eh, Mike!"
Mike had no opinion to offer, but he looked so wise and so cute that Paul was sure he could speak, if he wished. He nodded at Mike accordingly, and Mike nodded at him, and so the matter ended for that time, and Paul told Mrs. Sheehan to stir herself and get the tea till Mike got a cup to warm him before he went. The interval was employed by Paul in a cursory examination of Mike in the Christian Doctrine. The result was highly satisfactory, and Paul rubbed his hands and smiled gleefully, and thought how glad Nancy Leary would be if that lamented individual were still in the mesh to take cognizance of her adopted son's sebolastic attainments.
"Bedad, Mike, if you go on so," said Paul, "you'll soon know as much as I do myself, an' more, too, maybeŃthen you'll leave off sellin' papers, Mike, and you'll go to a trade, or some business, and then you'll get on from less to more till
you'd be Ń oh, dear me! don't know what I'd wish you to be!"
Mike laughed. " Maybe a President, or a Judge. "
"Not so high as that," said Paul with a shake of his massive head, "but sure my wishin' won't make you one thing or the other. God grant you grace to live and die a good Christian, anyhow! Ń if you're that there's no fear but you'll do well in every way. Sit over now, Mike, and take your tea."
The next evening Bessy was down to Ned Finigan's to ask it it was true about Mary's marriage. She had heard a flying report of it, but could hardly believe it possible, so she thought she would ask leave of Mrs. Hibbard to go out for an hour or so till she'd see how it was. She found Mrs Murphy up stairs with Ally, the two of them crying as if some one belonging to them was lying dead before their eyes. The sight of Bessy renewed their grief, and Bessy saw at a glance that the news was only too true.
"Oh Bessy! Bessy!" cried the mother clapping her hands in a fresh burst of sorrow, "hadn't we the hard, hard fortune to come to America? Astore machree! did you hear what came on us?"
"Indeed I did," Bessy replied, "but I couldn't let it in on me at all that there was any truth in it. I declare, Mrs. Murphy, I'd as soon hear of Mary's death in a manner."
"Her death!" repeated Ally in high disdain, "her death! oh! if it was only her death that troubled us we'd soon get over that Ń by the time the grass was green over her, we'd be gettin' reconciled to our loss Ń but now Ń oh Bessy! you know as well as any of us the shame and disgrace she has brought on us all Ń what we'll never get over Ń never Ń never!" and throwing her black apron over her face Ally broke out again into a hysterical fit of crying and sobbing.
Bessy did her best to console the disconsolate pair but her efforts had little success. "Even time itself," the mother said, "couldn't wear that sorrow away. Oh dear! oh dear!
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Luky Mulligan the ragman! a fellow that at home darn't look the side of the road Mary Murphy would walk . Och ! och ! if he was honest or dacent, or had a good name, sure rags an' all, try'd try to make the best of it, but the greatest scamp in the seven parishes Ń an' comin' from a bad breed into the bargain Ń arrah Bessy Conway! what'll we do, at all? what'll the neighbors say at home when they hear it? Ń God help us! what can they say?"
"But, my goodness, Mrs Murphy!" said Bessy earnestly, "how in the world did Mary fall in with him, of all people?"
"At the dances dear!" the mother replied with angry emphasis, "at them rascally shin.digs, if its that they call them Ń I'm thinkin' it's devil digs they ought to call then, in place of shin.digs. Oh Bessy! achorra machree! if any unlucky villain had only kept away from such places, as you and every other sensible girl does, it isn't this way it would be with us now. My curse an' the curse of God be about them for dances, for it's them that has left me a heartbroken poor woman this blessed night!"
"If curses would put a stop to gatherings like them, mother," said Ally, "there wouldn't be many of them goin' on, for there's many a mother an' father, too, gets heavier sorrow and disgrace by them than you've got Ń and it's bad enough, God knows! Oh the villain of the world! couldn't she have dancin' enough here with ourselves where there was no strangers Ń but that wasn't low enough Ń we hadn't any Luke Mulligans here! well ! well! God look on us all, anyway!"
Bessy was just thinking what she could say by way of consoling her friends, when a tap came to the door, and in answer to Ally's "Come in!" Henry Herbert made his appearance. There was a flush on his cheek that was not natural, and a glassy look in his eyes that Bessy, at least, had never seen there before, and she shrank back in alarm she could hardly have told why.
Herbert did not notice her at first but addressed himself at once to Mrs. Finigan.
"I heard you were in great trouble, Mrs. Finigan, about your sister's marriage, so I thought I would just step up stairs to offer my sincere condolence. Perhaps Ń perhaps it may not turn out quite so bad after all. Luky Mulligan is not a bad sort of fellow Ń I knew him at home when he was no bigger than the table. He used to hang about our stable-door, helping the groom of an odd time, and picking up scraps about the kitchen that kept the life in him. Ha ! ha ! ha a many a good kick I administered to Luky's posterior when he made bold to turn his tongue on me. That was before he took to the rags, you know!" And again he laughed with that maudlin glee whose origin can never be mistaken.
Bridget found it hard to keep her tongue off Herbert. She could tell him things, if she chose to speak, that would pull him down a peg, for there was something in his manner that, coupled with his words, showed his intentions to be anything but friendly. She looked at Ally, as much as to say: "Will I tell him his own or note" but Ally made a gesture enjoining silence, and after clearing her throat she spoke herself:
"We don't want any one to tell us, Mr. Herbert, what Luky Mulligan is Ń if Mary Murphy was mean enough to marry him, we didn't, an' it's only herself that has to do with him. You must think very little of Ned an' the rest of us, sir, when you'd even it to us to be on terms with Luky Finigan."
Herbert laughed, or rather chuckled. "Oh! very well, Mistress Ned Finigan! I see there is no room for my interference. I thought to serve you all by effecting a general reconciliation, which, of course, would be for your own interest, seeing that honest Luky is in the family now, and if you snuff up your noses till you snuff them off, it won't put him out of it."
"I'd thank you, Mr. Herbert !" said Ally making another sign to her mother, whose anger she saw was about boiling over, "I'd thank you not to mention the fellow's name in our hearing! It's no credit to your father's son to have anything to say to such vagabonds Ń "
"Take care Mistress Finigan! take care! if you throw dirt on your respectable brother.in.law some of it will fall on yourself. Be wise in time, ma'am Ń "
"Take care you, Master Henry Herbert!" said Mrs. Murphy, provoked beyond endurance, and, rising slowly from her seat, she stood before the astonished young man with a look like that of an ancient Pythoness when about to deliver the oracular decision: "Take care you, an' don't make Bridget Murphy speak. We know you" Ń and she raised the fore.finger of her right hand with a warning gesture Ń "we know yourself an' you father, too Ń an' you'd best keep a civil tongue in your head when we're to the fore. Do you mind what I'm sayin' to you, now?"
Herbert was awed in spite of himself by the old woman's solemnity, and his bold eye fell before the fiery look that she fixed upon him. He muttered something about minding his own business for the time to come, and was turning away to leave the room when he caught sight of Bessy where she had retreated to the farther end of the room. Forgetting all about Luliy Mulligan, he went up to her and made to take her hand.
"Why, Bessy, are you here? Ń how did I happen to overlook the blooming rose of Ardfinnan? Ń what! you won't shake hands with me?"
"I'd be obliged to you not to make so free, Mr. Herbert!" said Bessy, her cheek crimson with anger. "Ha! ha! that's good," and Herbert laughed in a scoffing way that annoyed Bessy still more; "little Bossy puttmg on airs Ń copying after the Murphy family, upon my honor! Won't you give me your hand!"
"No, sir, I will not!" said Bessy with becomhlg spirit; "I don't want anything at all to do with you!"
"You don't, eh I" in an incredulous tone.
"No, I don't, sir!" said Bessy with unmistakeable sincerity, "believe my word, I don't!" And turning away coldly she asked Mrs. Finigan if she was going down stairs.
"Yes, Ally was going down, and so was her mother. "In that case I may go, too," said Herbert with a forced laugh. He was both grieved and mortified by the change in Bessy's manner, a change which, half drunk as he was, he was at no loss to understand.
"If you'll go first, then, Mr. Herbert!" said Ally in as civil tone as she could command. "It wouldn't be mannerly to leave you here after us."
"Bessy!" said Herbert with a strong effort to speak calmly, "Bessy! I have just a word to say, if you'll stop one minute."
"Not one word I'll hear, Mr. Herbert!" said Bessy with unusual vehemence, and she darted to the door as if anxious to escape the very sound of his voice; "I tell you I've nothing at all to do with you!" And before he could make any further effort to detain her, she was down stairs. Bidding Ned a hasty "good night" as she passed out, she hurried to put a safe distance between herself and Herbert.
"When it comes to that with him," said she to herself as she stepped lightly along Prince street to take the omnibus in the Bowery, "when it's come to that with him so soon, how will it be hereafter!" Thank God! oh! thank God I happened to see him!"
"That little cousin of yours has grown very saucy since she came to New York," said Herbert to Ned Finigan with the easy familiarity of their present intercourse, and he threw himself on a seat behind the bar.
Ned was a little surprised at first, but a moment's reflection and a glance at llerbert's face gave him to understand how the matter stood, and he laughed in his sleeve as he replied good-humoredly:
"I'm afraid, Mister Herbert, New York spoils many a one as well as Bessy."
"That's true," said Herbert, with apparent carelessness, "for there are your wife and mother.in.law up stairs, who
have been rating me like a pair of troopers Ń only the regard I have for yourself, Ned, I'd swear against ever crossing your threshold again. "
"Hut, tut, Mr. Herbert!" said Ned evasively, "you have more sense than to mind what the likes of theen say. I suppose it's makin' fun they were, an' yon took it in earnestŃ that's all!"
"It may be so, Ned, it may be so! nolla! Dixon! is that you, old fellow?" And starting up he hurried to the door while he had caught a glimpse of his worthy companion making signs for him to go out.
When Bessy reached home that evening, sorely troubled in ulind, she found Fanny with a most ungracious aspect, sewing in the kitchen.
"What's kept you?" she said in answer to Bessy's salutation. "I wonder at you to stay out so late."
"Why, it's only a quarter past nine," said Bessy as cheerfully as she could; "you don't call that late, do you?"
"It's late enough, and too late for a respectable female to be out alone. What do you think Mls. Hibbard's been a.doing "'
"I'm sure I don't know," said Bessy, taking off her bonnet and shawl.
"Why, she's been and given me a tablecloth to him, and I hurrying so with my own dress."
"Well! what of that? haven't you dresses enough for Sunday?"
"I know I have," Fanny replied with increasing petulance, "but that an't any reason why Mrs. Hibbard should ask me to do any sewing for her . I tell you it an t right."
"What did you say to Mrs. Hibbard when she asked you to do it?"
"Well! I just told her that I didn't engage to sewing for her, and didn't want to do it. I said that I didn't wish to refuse but that I'd rather not do any more. She said I had a
right to do it as it was for the servant's table, but I said, says I, that don't make any difference, Mrs. Hibbard! it an't my business and I shan't do it! I know my duty and I'm willing to do what's right, but nothing more!"
Fanny always enunciated her words most distinctly, bringing out every syllable with marked emphasis. Everything she said, therefore, was spoken in a decided and somewhat dictatorial tone that was anything but agreeable to the ear, and did not at all connport with the Christian humility so constantly professed by Fanny.
"Another thing I told Mrs. Hibbard," she went on, "that I shan't wash any more for that old nigger. I an't accustomed to do such washing, and I'm determined not to do it."
"Tell, but, Fanny!" said Bessy, in her most persuasive tone, "poor Wash has always had his washing done in the house, and cross as Bridget was I never heard her object to it."
"I don't care what any one objects to," said Fanny loftily. "Nobody can teach me what is right or what is wrong Ń thank God! I know my duty, and I'm willing to do it at all times, but I didn't engage to wash for that old darkey, and I shan't do it."
Bessy smiled. She was just thinking: "There it is over again," but she took care to keep her thoughts to herself, knowing the truth of the old proverb: "It's ill playing with edged tools."
Still she thought she would venture another word of expostulation.
"But don't you know it's a charity, even, to wash the poor old man's clothes? He has no one to do it for him, and he couldn't very well afford to be paying out for it."
"Dear me! but we're charitable!" said Fanny with a toss of her head. "I guess I know what charity is, and I an't afraid but I'm doing my share of it. A girl that pays to three or four Confraternities out of her month's wages is surely not behind others in charity."
"Well! that's true enough, Fanny," said Bessy feelingly; "I know it's a good deal for you to do, and I hope God will reward you and every one else that helps to keep up the Confraternities, for, sure we all know what good they do, Ń but still my notion is, that it's just as much charity to do our old man's washing, and help to keep him clean and comfortable. Even if Mrs. Hibbard wishes it done, I think one will have their reward for doing it, as they would for any other act of charity, if they only do it with good will."
"That may be your notion, but it an't mine," Fanny replied in her authoritative way; "I'd rather do charity in some other way than washing for that old Wash."
"Oh! very well!" said Bessy, as she left the kitchen; "you can settle that with Mrs. Hibbard."
Chapter 15
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text: >> Thanks Peter, >> But do you mean that SATA is not a suitable choice for a beowulf cluster? > SATA is fine. You just have to be choosy about the SATA/SAS controller, it's interesting that SAS advertising has obscured the fact that SAS is just a further development of SCSI, and not interchangable with SATA. for instance, no SATA controller will support any SAS disk, and any SAS setup uses a form of encapsulation to communicate with the foreign SATA protocol. SAS disks follow the traditional price formula of SCSI disks (at least 4x more than non-boutique disks), and I suspect the rest of SAS infrastructure will be in line with that. > and be mindful of reliability issues with desktop drives. I would claim that this is basically irrelevant for beowulf. for small clusters (say, < 100 nodes), you'll be hitting a negligable number of failures per year. for larger clusters, you can't afford any non-ephemeral install on the disks anyway - reboot-with-reimage should only take a couple minutes more than a "normal" reboot. and if you take the no-install (NFS root) approach (which I strongly recommend) the status of a node-local disks can be just a minor node property to be handled by the scheduler. by all means, buy only 5-year warranty mass-market drives, since there's no longer any premium vs 3 or even 1-year drives. the failure rate I've seen over the past couple years has been quite low - probably around .1-.5% AFR (failures/disk-year). (that's ignoring infant mortality, of course, and a reasonably cooled operating environment; expect higher rates if your supply chain involves piles of un-padded disks sitting on on some shop's counter/shelf/display-case ;)

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I wrote to Tim Cook a year or two ago about a problem with Apple hardware, but he didn't respond. Perhaps if thousands of Apple customers write e-mails and flood the support forums we can get an answer.
Take a look at the following Apple pictures.
Now take a look at these pictures, taken from Apple's website today. Can you spot the difference?
Did you spot the problem? Can you see what's missing from today's Apple hardware? The industry standard Kensington security slot!
Your first thought will probably be that MacBooks are simply too thin to accommodate a security slot. The design simply won't allow for it. Yet take a look at the latest Thinkpad X1 Carbon released this month. It has a security slot and the device weighs only 2.83lbs with a height of 0.53 inches (front) – 0.77 inches (back) which is MacBook Air sized territory.
Indeed, this is nothing new, as one of the very first Ultrabooks to be released, the Toshiba Portege Z830, also had a Kensington lock slot.
So why has Apple removed the security slot? It's unlikely to be a 'Unibody' engineering issue as MacBook Pros, including Unibody models, have featured a security slot right up until the Retina model was released. One might argue it's a space issue but Ultrabook manufacturers have shown it's possible.
I think if we look away from laptops for a minute, we might just get a clue into Apple's thinking. The Mac Mini used to have a security slot, but that has also now been removed, despite there being plenty of room for one. Perhaps the removal of security slots across Apple's hardware range is intentional, by design and not necessity?
One could argue that physical security is no longer needed if you use FileVault for full-disk encryption, Time Machine for local back-ups and iCloud for remote backup of important data. In the event of theft, you can use Find My Mac and Remote Wipe, or third party solutions such as LoJack. If you're lucky you can erase any data before thieves start poking around. If you're really lucky you might even get a location ping to pass onto the police.
Yet no matter how clever the software, unless you have insurance, you're still going to be out of pocket by hundreds or even thousands of dollars. Not to mention the time wasted in setting up a new computer and restoring back-up data. Don't forget to cross your fingers and Hail Mary if you've never tried or verified your restore process before!
Sure, a $20 Kensington lock isn't going to stop a determined thief who has specifically targeted you and your data, but it should prevent opportunistic thefts in cafes, offices and other shared spaces. As the saying goes, prevention is better than cure.
Form over function? Beauty over security? An insurmountable engineering problem? If you write to firstname.lastname@example.com perhaps we'll find out the answer.


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Heady Jack sparks Warriors past 76ers
Mark Jackson says one of his favorite things about Jarrett Jack is that he always knows what to expect from his backup point guard.
But even the Warriors' head coach couldn't have foreseen this.
With about five minutes remaining in the first half of Friday night's game, Philadelphia forward Dorell Wright's shoe was dislodged from his foot. Without missing a beat, Jack seized the opportunity by tossing his opponent's red and blue high-top into the crowd, racing to the other end and burying a three-pointer.
Jack's heady play meant more than just three points. It caused an irate Philadelphia squad to sit Wright as he attended to his footwear for nearly three minutes, during which the Warriors used a 10-point run to make a 96-89 victory academic in front of the fourth consecutive sellout at Oracle Arena.
"That's a guy who is trying to win and thinking the game of basketball," Jackson said. "It's a funny play, but it's also a player who is willing to do whatever he has to do to win the game. I respect it and appreciate it.
"This guy didn't just toss it. He threw it. They had to search for it. That was the funniest part about it."
The Warriors (20-10) have won five of seven, 10 of 13 and 13 of their past 17 games to become the league's sixth 20-win team. They hadn't clinched their 20th victory in a season before New Year's Day since December 1980.
They're 11-4 this month, representing their best December since going 10-1 in 1975 and marking the first time they've had double-digit wins in any month since March 2008. Their defense, rebounding and ball movement are clues that the good month will have some staying power.
A lot of the turnaround by the Warriors has to do with the grit and experience of Jack, who was acquired in a three-team trade for Wright and his shoes in July. Other than the unusual sneaker toss, Jack was his usual self against the 76ers (14-16).
"I honestly didn't want anyone to step on it and get hurt. I didn't mean to throw it that far," Jack said before letting his face slip into a smile. "I saw Dwyane Wade do it in Miami, but he got it only into the second row. I put a little more air under, from what I understand."
Jack had 16 points, six assists and four rebounds, providing his reliably calming influence on a team that was slapdash with its ball security in the first quarter for the third time in the past four games.
Jack halted a 19-7 Philadelphia run when he entered at the 5:26 mark of the first quarter and had the Warriors in the lead by the end of the quarter. He was the maestro of the Warriors' 15-4 first-half-ending stretch. And he consistently fed David Lee for shots out of the post, instead of letting his teammates settle for jump shots, when the 76ers trimmed a 20-point deficit to single digits in the fourth quarter.
Lee had 25 points and 12 rebounds for his league-leading 13th game with at least 20 points and 10 rebounds. The power forward also passed Dwight Howard to go atop the NBA for points in the paint.
"We ran our offense through him in the fourth quarter," Jackson said. "We posted him up and we isolated him, and he made plays. He was the best player on the floor."
Carl Landry scored 15 points, Klay Thompson had 14, Stephen Curry added 11 and Harrison Barnes contributed 10 in the Warriors' well-balanced approach. Philadelphia was led by Jrue Holiday, who had 21 points and 10 assists, and Thaddeus Young had 19 points and 10 rebounds.
Wright, who started all 143 games he played with the Warriors, averaged 13.8 points and made 299 three-pointers in two seasons with Golden State. He entered Friday's game averaging only 8.7 points for Philadelphia, but he had scored at least 20 points in three of his past five games before being limited to eight by his former team.
Saturday's game
Who: Celtics (14-14) vs. Warriors (20-10)
Where: Oracle Arena
When: 7:30 p.m.
TV/Radio: CSNBA/680
Of note: Boston has lost five of seven since moving to a season-best three games above .500 on Dec. 12. ... The Celtics are 18th in the league in defensive rating, falling outside the NBA's top 10 for the first time since 2006-07. ... Rajon Rondo, the league leader in assists, had a 37-game streak with at least 10 assists a game from March to November. ... Guard Avery Bradley (shoulder) and forward Chris Wilcox (thumb) are out.
- Rusty Simmons
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June 18, 2004
Los Angeles — Thank you Dean Willison and good evening graduates, and guests. Graduates let me paint a picture of the world you are returning to after your brief academic hiatus. Since you left the "outside" world: Martha Stewart was convicted for lying about her stock trading although one of the government's witnesses against her may also have been lying. Go figure. WorldCom CEO Bernie Ebbers was indicted; two Tyco executives allegedly looted more than $600 million from shareholders.
Two of the countries largest and most respected newspapers – the New York Times and USA Today — admitted that their correspondents fabricated stories. Stories so compelling that one was nominated for a Pulitzer. Dick Grasso, chairman of the world's most powerful financial market, stepped down after criticism over his exorbitant compensation package. He's currently being sued to return a portion of his almost $200 million in compensation. For $1.8 million in personal gain, Richard Strong, founder and former CEO of Strong Financial, agreed to a $60 million fine. Enron, HealthSouth, Adelphia, unfortunately, the list goes on and on..
And there have been some very real consequences because of this reprehensible behavior.
In July 2002, the toughest overhaul of the U.S. securities legislation since the 1930s was enacted — the Sarbanes-Oxley Act. It requires all U.S. listed companies to set up systems that allow employees to blow the whistle on accounting and auditing misdeeds Another very real outcome according to a recent study by public relations giant Golin/Harris is that 69 percent of Americans say, "I just don't know who to trust anymore." That tells me that all of this negative behavior is hurting our institutions. Granted, there have always been episodes of people cheating. It's almost cyclical. There were the savings and loans scandals of 1980s. The junk bond of the early '90s. And now, the corporate greed scandals.
Every time one of these high-level and deep-seated incidents is uncovered, the American public trusts a little bit less. We just don't bounce back as fast. And right about now, you are probably thinking about turning to your classmate next to you and whispering, "aren't commencement speeches supposed to be uplifting and inspirational? This guy is plain depressing."
Well, I am not here to talk to you about scandals. I am actually here to talk to you about a topic that I hope you will find useful as you transition back into the world of full time employment. On your last official day of business school, I'd like to talk to you about Trust, its importance in the business world and the responsibilities that go along with it. Your own Senior Associate Dean Al Osborne suggested this topic to me.
When I began thinking about trust as a topic for this speech, I started doing some research. First, let's define trust. Webster's defines it as an "assured reliance on the character, ability, strength, or truth of someone or something." Trust is different from integrity. Trust is more organic in nature. It can be earned and it can be lost. With integrity, you either have it or you don't. There are different levels of trust. And it is the foundation of relationship building. Relationships between business and consumer, spouse to spouse, shareholder to corporation or supervisor to employee.
It's much harder to define than integrity and may be just a feeling or perception. And it takes time to develop — it's not instantaneous. Trust is also natural Think back to when you were a little kid, standing on the side of a pool. And your mother or father was in the pool, arms outstretched, encouraging and coaxing you to jump in. The moment you jumped is the ultimate display of trust. For those of you with kids, you know exactly what I am talking about.
In a recent Harvard Business Review article entitled the Geography of Trust, the author has surmised after 10 years of study that there are three fundamental types of trust: personal trust, expertise trust and structural trust.
Personal trust is based on faith in a person's integrity and is developed in the workplace through shared experiences. For example, we quickly learn whom we can trust when working on tight deadlines or during times of crisis. According to the article, expertise trust is reliance in an advisor's ability in a specific subject matter. Structural trust reflects how roles and ambition colour insight and spin information. Given this person's role and responsibility can he offer judgment untainted by his goals or interests?
So whom do we trust and whom don't we trust? According to a few different surveys: The least trusted organizations — without naming any names — are brokerage and accounting firms, Wall Street in general, media companies, and journalists. Organizations that most consistently rank as trustworthy — and here I will name names — include Johnson and Johnson, Coca Cola, Ford Motor Company, BBC, Dell Computer, Harley Davidson, BMW, Mercedes, Toyota.
When I was looking at the most trusted organizations, I asked myself "what does Johnson and Johnson, makers of baby shampoo, have in common with Harley Davidson, makers of motorcycles?" It's not always tangible but I think the similarities of these organizations outweigh the differences. They all stand for quality, respect for the consumer, innovation, originality
Let's go back to Webster's definition — there is an "assured reliance on the character, ability, strength, and truth" of each these companies and their products I find it interesting that trust can be such a key element to a company's success yet only in recent years has any thoughtful discussion of anything to do with ethics appeared in business school curriculum. Trust is a key building block in the creation of a company's reputation, and as a direct result, its shareholder value.
According to the Edelman Public Relations Trust Barometer survey, nine out of 10 people agree that a corporation's reputation plays a large role in forming opinions about products and services. Eight out of 10 agree to pay more money for goods and services from a company with a well-regarded labor and environmental record. And if you think the business world is under a microscope when it comes to the issue of trust, the media is really taking a beating. According to a survey by Journalism.org entitled the State of the News Media in 2004, Americans think journalists are sloppier, less professional, less moral, less caring, more biased, less honest about their mistakes and generally more harmful to democracy than they did in the '80s. I happen to agree. The survey looked at changes in the public's attitudes from 1985 to 2002 and they found that the number of Americans who think news organizations are highly professional declined from 72% to 49%.
The number of Americans who think news organizations generally get the facts straight declined from 55% to 35%. The believability of Daily newspapers fell from 80% to 59%, ABC News fell from 83% to 65%, CBS News fell from 84% to 64%, NBC News fell from 82% to 66%. Not very encouraging statistics regarding a supposedly impartial medium of news, information and truth.
And since this is an election year, I wanted to touch briefly on the world of politics. I find it amusing that if you really think about it, this country was built on the premise of distrust, not trust. Isn't that really the point of three distinct branches of government? That ultimately the founding fathers didn't trust each other!
During my research, I came across an editorial in the London Evening Standard entitled: Trust is a Must on the Road to Good Business. I want to read you the first couple of lines, which I not only found amusing but also very telling: "There is a paradox with trust: those who talk most loudly about it are often trusted least. Politicians, who regularly ask for your trust, seem to be trusted least."
When my teenage son says to me, "trust me," my response is always the same: "deeds not words." We ought to hold our politicians to the same standard. Why is it so difficult to be trustworthy? After all that I have read about trust, and from my personal experience, I think it can be boiled down to a few areas that you all will face as you leave business school and re-enter the workforce. As I said earlier, building credibility takes time. Unfortunately, credibility can dissolve in an instance. In business, many times we mix messages about a single event. For example, when announcing a layoff, the message to shareholders is a positive one about cost cutting, but the message to employees is vastly different. These inconsistencies devalue trust in leaders.
In the book the The Trusted Leader, authors Robert Galford and Anne Drapeau take a look at repairing broken trust, which is really quite simple but can be difficult to implement because it takes a lot of looking inward. First, they recommend that you figure out what happened. Was trust broken down over time or was there a single incident? Then assess the damage. Was it a widespread event or an isolated incident? Own up to the mistake. That doesn't mean you have fix the mistake immediately but you need to acknowledge the mistake so that you can move forward.
And finally, Galford and Drapeau encourage you to identify and communicate remedial actions. In 1982, seven people were murdered when they took Tylenol that had been laced at the store shelf with cyanide. Johnson and Johnson recalled 31 million capsules at a cost of $100 million and the Tylenol legend was born.
Charles Handy, a fellow of the London School of Business, says quite succinctly that the "surest way to make your employees trustworthy is to trust them." He identifies seven Rules of Trust and I'd like to touch on a couple that are the most meaningful to me. Trust is not blind. Or said another way: it's difficult to trust people you don't know. Trust needs touch. The more virtual an organization, the more chance there is for a failure of trust. To remedy, virtual organizations need to make time and effort for face-to-face meetings. E-mail and teleconferences are not always the answer.
And my favorite from Handy: Trust requires leaders. You'll notice that I said "leaders" plural. Trust does not require one leader, but many leaders — and at different levels of the organization, responsible for different things Handy compares it to a crew team. You may assume that the captain of the crew team is the leader. That's what I would assume. But it's not the case. Yes, off the water, the leader is the captain. But in the water, there is the stroke, who sets the pace. There is the person responsible for steering. And there is the coach, who builds the team. Each member has a unique role to fill and is trusted at different times, for different reasons, by the team.
You are the future leaders of business. And when it comes to trust, your leadership style affects those you are leading. In a recent behavioral integrity study by Cornell University, researchers studying Holiday Inn found that hotels where employees strongly believed their managers followed through on promises and demonstrated values they preached were substantially more profitable than those whose managers scored average or lower. Boiled down to even simpler terms that even an old-fashioned MBA like me can understand — the more the employees trusted management, the more productive the teams.
As you go to work, your top responsibility should be to build trust. To perform every day at the highest standards. Not just for yourself, but for your team, for your supervisor, for the consumer, for the company's shareholders, for the rest of us in business, for those.who have passed before you or will succeed you at UCLA Anderson School of Management.
It's day one of the next chapter of your life, and I'm putting my trust in each of you.
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Everything Was Moving: Photography from the 60s and 70s
As a title, it sounds vague, but also disturbing: after all, if everything was moving, which way was a poor photographer to look? There is no simple answer to that, and the Barbican doesn't try for one. Its exhibition of 1960s and 1970s photography is as inclusive as that famous hippy gathering of tribes in 1967, the Human Be-in, embracing as it does 12 photographers hailing from Japan, Russia, China, India, Mexico, South Africa, Germany and Mali, as well as America. They photograph their homelands, except when they don't: Larry Burrows was a British photojournalist in wartime Vietnam, while Sigmar Polke's eerie, deliberately damaged photographs were taken in Afghanistan. But then, of course, a hippy be-in wasn't quite as inclusive as it first appeared, and here, too, if we paw through the passports, we find a predominantly leftist world-view that decries colonisation and dictatorship (or, in the case of apartheid, both at once).
David Goldblatt may reject any labelling as a political photographer, but nobody looking at his photographs of South Africa's mining country could believe that apartheid was beneficial – and that's before you reach Ernest Cole's furtively captured images of police swooping on young blacks for ID checks, or a white man striking a begging black child, or tsotsis (black gangsters) mugging a white on payday. Another image shows a railway station at rush hour: a thicket of black workers with, in the foreground, a few floating whites waiting, presumably, for the 'European Only' part of the train.
And so it goes, round the world, except when it doesn't. Shomei Tomatsu looks at American colonisation in post-war Japan; Boris Mikhailov uses double exposure to stick two fingers up at the prescriptive Soviet regime; Li Zhensheng's extraordinary images, furtively taken, long hidden, often as tiny as stamps (he was, in fact, a stamp collector) display the horrors of the Cultural Revolution, Mao's murderous purge, and his 'composite panoramics' give a real sense of the tyranny of the obedient majority.
But – wait a minute. Raghubir Singh's beautiful colour-saturated pictures don't seem to have much to do with the British legacy in India. And Malick Sidibé is positively joyous about the cultural colonisation of Mali, with his images of an elegantly curved yé-yé boy (the name, from a pop song chorus, is itself an import) or female James Brown fans.
There's certainly movement here, although it's hard to see where that leaves the increasingly confused viewer. After all, if William Eggleston – formalist, colourist, teller of beautiful, plotless stories – can be included, then who can't? Is he here as a photographer of the racially divided American South, like New Yorker Bruce Davidson? Or as someone who rearranges his problematic homeland into sheerly lovely imagery, prioritising colour over black and white in every sense?
If the exhibition had stuck to different facets of the civil rights movement, then Eggleston's Delta Kream café stop juxtaposed with Davidson's images of Freedom riders braving redneck wrath, or Goldblatt or Cole's pictures, would make simple sense. If it were focusing on style, then Mikhailov's experimentalism (lost as the nuances are to anyone who doesn't get anti-Soviet in-jokes) and Polke's chemically altered depictions of Afghans setting dogs on a bear in the Hindu Kush, would make intriguing comparisons to the lushness of Eggleston's iconic images or the sensuality of Singh's India.
But in photography, usually, more is less; for oppressed majorities, more is meaningless. No matter how many great works the curators pack in here – and they are displaying many extraordinary photographs – they can't make the title premise true. Everything wasn't moving in the 1960s and '70s: some things were and others weren't, and in neither case was the touchpoint at the start of the decade.
One thing, however, really was in flux then: photography itself, which is also what the exhibition is highlighting. Eggleston was making it acceptable to take art photographs in colour; Davidson was bringing a fierce emotional engagement to American politics. Cole was South Africa's first black freelance photographer (if, admittedly, only by lying to the authorities); Graciela Iturbide was padding into the desert to document the indigenous populations (although some of her work feels included more for geographical or gender reasons than anything else).
The counterculture was never as inclusive as it liked to claim, and nor is this show: in fact arguably it's self-regarding in every sense and as keen on self-aggrandisement as any vested interest. But then, photography's endless preoccupation is inevitably, understandably, photography: where to look and how. In that sense, nothing ever moves.
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Brings me emotions for a time that i wasn't even alive!
Great exhibition! Recommended for everyone!
The title of the exhibition is meaningless art-drivel, whatever the curators had in mind. But what you get is a lot of unforgettable pictures - there's virtually nothing in the show that doesn't grab your attention or curiosity. Larry Burrows' shots from Vietnam were my highlight. It's an exhibition you shouldn't miss.
Fascinating and educational, but quite gruelling. I had to have a break half-way through to have a glass of wine to fortify me for the rest of it. Also, was quite surprised that the photographs are displayed on such a small scale - had to get up close and peer - would have liked to see them blown up a little. There's very little colour which also takes its toll after a while. Don't miss it, but do be prepared to come out exhausted. V sad to read that the Apartheid photos have gone.
Incredible exhibition, outdid all expectations. Would highly recommend. Was nearly moved to tears at the images from the Vietnam War.
This is the fourth time I've been. It's just wonderful. The photos relating to Apartheid in South Africa have been seized by bailiffs over some misunderstanding about an unpaid electricity bill and others have faded but still worth the (admittedly expensive) £650 entry fee.
This exhibition is 'moving' in every sense of the word. Such rich cultural diversity, covering a period of social change and political unrest. The photos relating to apartheid in South African, segregation and the Civil Rights movement in America, almost bought me to tears. Will see this exhibition again!


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home yet but whiling the time away in a hotel in Manchester, England before driving home tomorrow. So, I thought I'd take this spare time to post the next groups of pictures.
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My last public lecture in Indonesia was in Yogyakarta, which is on the far end of the island of Java. It was another plane trip - this time on a very ordinary plane! - and Ms. Erly went with me and we met up with Mr. Amar, who has been another Mizan representative to work hard on the tour.
We were also met by Mr. Abdullah, Mizan's representative in Yojakarta, and everyone told me to call him Ab-ab! We all went out in the evening to drive around Yogyakarta and have dinner.
Here we are enjoying some very typical dishes of the locality. That's Mr. Amar on the left. And no, don't ask me to tell you what the names of the foods were! I found the food in Indonesia really delicious but 98% of it was totally unpronouncable. (At least to me!)
The next morning we had a little teeny bit of time for sight-seeing, so Ab-ab took Mr. Amar, Erly and me to see the Prambanan temple complex. It was built about A.D. 850 by Rakai Pikatan, king of the Second Mataram Dynasty and is Hindu. This part of Java was largely divided between Buddhism and Hinduism at this time. There is an even more spectacular Buddhist temple named Borobudor which is even older, but unfortunately this was too far for us to go, because we had so little time.
You know how much I love archeology, so I loved visiting here:
The site is absolutely huge and many of the smaller temples are only ruins, but what remains is in remarkably good condition. This is a carving on the side of one of the larger temples.
One of the larger, better preserved temples is dedicated to Nandi, the sacred cow, and if you climb up inside, the statue is still inside and almost perfectly preserved, except for a missing ear on one side.
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I'm fascinated by all the new sights in Indonesia. Like Britain, it is an old country and even traveling small distances can mean quite big differences in culture. In Yogyakarta, rickshaws were a very common form of transport, although I very seldom saw them in Jakarta or Bandung.
Meanwhile, back in the hotel, all the excitement of accompanying an author on book tour is taking its toll on Erly. She's starting to lie down on the job!
Then time for the public lecture. My interpreter, Ita, is on the left.
The blouse I am wearing is a gift from Hughes and is a typical batik from her native part of Indonesia, Bali. I like it a lot. Some people thought perhaps I liked it a little too much. I didn't realize we would be in Yogyakarta so long - almost three days - and packed only this outfit and the lightweight jogsuit I was using as pajamas. So they saw me a lot in this top. Worse, I went to visit the old Hindu temple wearing, essentially, my pajamas, as this was the only other outfit I had along and I did not want to get the good clothes hot and sweaty before the lecture. But I can tell you this: it is NOT a good idea to walk around at midday in 35C/95F weather with 90% humidity, wearing a jogsuit and, indeed, wearing a
for lack of any better sun protection!! I was very grateful for a bath before the lecture!! (As no doubt were all others around me!)
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And as with all my lectures, we have been treated to performances of song and dance by special needs children. In Yogyakarta, however, they outdid themselves and I enjoyed some of the most spectacular performances you can imagine. Again, let me remind you
the children and young adults in these pictures are special needs children and all the performances were just as gorgeous and professional as they appear in the photos.
Our first were a group of girls doing a traditional Javanese dance.
Then came the most delightful group of young dancers aged between five and eight:
They were performing a traditional dance which looked to me very similar to the children's game I remember as 'London Bridge is Falling Down"
Then came our next group of Javanese dancers.
And another group:
And during the breaks, we were entertained by a rock band who are all blind - here, being brought to the stage:
Here in performance:
Re: Torey's Visit to Indonesia, Part 2
We arrived back in Jakarta from Yogyakarta Wednesday afternoon after a
bumpy return flight. Erly found it a little too bumpy, so we practiced deep-breathing and other fun things to take the mind off feeling sick and that's when I mentioned that one of the best things to stop nausea is singing. So she asked me to teach her one of the songs I sang with the children in my books and the only one I could think of quickly was "If You're Happy and You Know It, Clap Your Hands". Which probably really made our fellow passengers wonder what the heck was going on back in Row 16. But I'm happy to report it worked. She wasn't sick!
I was given a lovely farewell dinner that evening. Much to my delight - and surprise! - everyone who had made my visit to Indonesia so special was there.
Knowing green was my favourite colour, Ms. Erna made me a special green top to wear just for the occasion. Hughes was the MC. And yours truly got to give the first speech (wouldn't you know!)
Then it was being reunited with lots of friends. Of course, there was the most important of all - my editor, Tutu, and my trusty "fixer", Erly - and I just could never have managed this trip without either of them. Definitely two of the most special people I've ever met!
To my delight, Papa Wachid whose special education (SDLB) school Lenteng Agung in the very poor part of Jakarta was there and Hughes called him up on stage to make
give a speech too! He was then presented with a full set of my books.
I wanted to show my own appreciation of his hard work in such difficult conditions, so I made a donation to the school so they could buy more materials.
And here is Butet and me. Butet is a very special teacher. She works with the Forest People, an indigenous Stone Age tribe in the jungles of Sumatra who eschew all contact with the outer world. While the jungle where they live is a nature preserve, it is only the plants and animals who are protected, not the tribe itself and their way of life. The tribe do not read or write and Butet initially went in all alone to live with the tribe and try help them understand that by learning these skills, they would be more able to preserve their lifestyle because they would better understand what others were trying to do to them. Butet has been accepted into the tribe and now has six helpers also working with the Forest People. Butet has shared some wonderful pictures with me and I will scan them in later and put them up.
I was presented with some lovely gifts myself. And here from Mizan is a wonderful set of batik napkins and placemats.
OK, so I should never have done that bit of musical entertainment on the plane, because somehow, somewhere, some way, some
thought it would be a good idea for Hughes and me to sing a duet of James Taylor's "You've Got a Friend". Unfortunately, no one mentioned that I'm absolutely
at remembering lyrics. Thank God we had Hughes!
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As promised, here are Butet's pictures of her work with the children of the Forest People.
Butet herself (don't we all wish we could dress like that for school!)
Here is Dodi, who has now joined Butet as another teacher, and several boys of the Forest People. (Dodi's the big one!)
And the results of hard work in the classroom!
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I'm having to go a little out of order now, partly because the software will not allow me to post more than eight pictures in a single post. I was going to edit in the missing pictures of the special needs children who performed for us in Yogyakarta but the software didn't like that at all, so part of the pictures are up there and part are right here!
Here's the very special group of little girls I mentioned we were missing the photos for. They are elementary age, all blind, all from one of the special schools in the very poorest area in Yogyakarta and you can not imagine how beautiful their voices are - big, powerful voices that just blow you away:
And here are the dancers who did the traditional Javanese courting dance.
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And by special request (of some people I am
sure I should call friends!!) some more entertaining shots from Yogyakarta.
Yes, I
go out in my pajamas to see the Prambanan temple complex. There we see Erly and a
hot me, keeping the 35C/95F sun off with my hood.
And look, Mom! I'm famous! (Even in my pajamas!)
All the books in the window are mine, starting with ONE CHILD next to me and moving to the left: TIGERS CHILD, SOMEBODY ELSE'S KIDS, GHOST GIRL, MURPHY'S BOY, JUST ANOTHER KID and BEAUTIFUL CHILD.
And if there is anything I'm going to remember about Indonesia, it is the traffic. This picture of SUVs struggling for space alongside buses and rickshaws gives you a good idea of what it is like!
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Meanwhile, back to the proper order of things . . .
At my farewell dinner, we stood together for one last photo:
Most of these are the very important people responsible for making these last two weeks possible - the Mizan and Qanita staff. (Mizan is a publishing group, like HarperCollins and Qanita is the imprint of my books, like Avon)
Front row: Mr. Faisal Motik,(an important entrepeneur in Indonesia), Ms. Erly, (my fixer!), Mr. Teguh (Mizan's graphic designer, who took all the photos that appear on the promotional material and also designed the backdrops), and Mr. Novel (vice President of Mizan Group)
Second row: Mr. Rudi (Ms. Erna's husband, also one of Mizan's marketing managers), Mr. Haidar Bagir,(my publisher) Mr. Amar (head of promotion)Mr. Ahmad Baiquni (Deputy General Manager)
Third row: Ms. Maria (another Qanita editor associated with my work), Ms. Soefi (a promotion staff), Tutu, (my editor) Butet's mother, Ms Hughes, "the Lady in Green"
, Ms. Butet (the Forest People's teacher), Ms. Rista (of the Mizan personnel dept.), Ms. Erna, and Ms. Diaz (an assistant editor).
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And then it was the end. My plane to Singapore left in the evening and I spent my last day having a good long sleep in the morning and then packing.
During my two-week stay at the Nikko Hotel in Jakarta, I was well looked after by the staff but had a particularly nice "room boy" named Dany - the equivalent of a chambermaid in Western hotels - who was always very patient with the unusual times I was in and out of the hotel. On this morning, he rang the bell about 10AM and I explained to him that I wouldn't be out of the room until much later because my plane didn't leave until evening, so I was staying past the usual checkout time. He very politely apologized for bothering me and left. About 11AM, he rang the bell again. I thought he probably didn't understand my English, so I explained more carefully that I wasn't leaving until 6PM, so there was no need to clean the room before then. Dany again very politely apologized for bothering me and left. And then just after noon, the bell rang yet again and I opened it and there was Dany again. So, once more I started to explain even more carefully . . . when he said very meekly, "Actually, I've just been coming to see . . . if you would sign my book?" So, my apologies, Dany, if you're out there, reading this!
After packing, Erly and I had a nice leisurely lunch in the hotel cafe and went to do a little bit of shopping - a
little bit, as it turns out, because of the Jakarta traffic - but guess what, Brits? I went up the escalator in this shopping precinct and what was there? A Marks and Spencers! I couldn't believe it!
And then it was time to leave for the long drive to the international airport.
And one last picture of my two most important people, dear Tutu and Erly, taken by our very hardworking driver, Mr. Jito, who got us through all that impossible traffic.
And then tearful good-byes and it was over.
What a special time this has been for me.
I went to Indonesia so uncertain. I had no idea what to expect. I am the first author from my agency to tour the country and, indeed, the first author any of my colleagues in New York knew who had been asked to tour. Needless to say, I got lots of warnings about Muslims, terrorists, and the Third World, and lots of holiday advice, which could pretty much be summed up as: Forget the rest. Go to Bali because the beaches are good.
No one told me about the warm, gentle, good-humoured people I was going to meet everywhere. No one told me how hard they are all working to make a good society, often in very difficult circumstances. No one told me that the
followers of Islam are kind, tolerant and spiritual.
I have had a simply wonderful two weeks in Indonesia, as I suspect has everyone here who has been following this journey with me, and I am sad that it is over. I'm sure, however, I will return, if not as an author, than as a friend.
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Thursday, October 18, 2007
political point
I stopped reading Yarnstorm a while back because her celebration of a particular form of upper-middle-class life bugged me a bit. Similarly, I start screaming at the telly when Nigella says things like 'If you only have the one oven'. I'm not necessarily judging them, class can largely be a cultural thing - they happened to choose a slightly different life from mine. I do have my personal opinions on recycling, state education and (ahem) use of the British Library which at times various 'domestics in drag' have inflamed. But I tend to choose to keep them relatively personal. This is partly because I tend to think direct confrontation isn't always the best form of political action, but also because I know my craft blog is a heavily filtered version of my life, only really showing parts of me as they mix with knitting (and occasionally baking and sewing, the knitblogosphere having intersected with other domestic crafts). This is a window into my life, as it is to others. But it is just a single perspective. I assume the same is true of Yarnstorm et al, and wouldn't think it fair to criticise directly.
Still, the economics of craft is something we should think about more. Just as Nigella preaches that a little of what you fancy does you good, yet has taken it to a rather sickening degree in her latest series (I don't think compulsive eating is healthy - for you, society and the planet), piles and piles of yarn stash are to me, a symbol of over-consumption. Just because its handmade doesn't mean it isn't capitalism. That doesn't necessarily make it wrong, I'm not preaching anti- or pro- any particular ideology. I just want to emphasise that craft is economic, and therefore political in more ways than one.
I don't think I know the right or true way on any of this though - this post is a mix of things I happen to be thinking and ideas that are at the front of my mind. I'd be interested to know what others think.
25 comments:
I think you make a really good point... so often we tend to buy (eat, drink, do) so much more than we need. It certainly makes capitalism thrive, but doesn't usually make for any sort of sustainable system of industry.
- Thursday, October 18, 2007
- Carol said...
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- Thursday, October 18, 2007
- emmms said...
'I just want to emphasise that craft is economic, and therefore political in more ways than one.'
I might have to borrow that.
Regardless, thanks for the mention.
- Thursday, October 18, 2007
- Agatq said...
You've got the point. I am often thinking about the abundance in our everyday life activities, and in particular knitting, as we blog and read other blogs on this subject. I do not want to judge anybody, but for me personally a huge stash is something of an excess. I can only sleep in one bed at a time, eat with one spoon at a time, and likewise, knit, well, more than one, but less than ten garments. Only recently I've realized how huge is the industry that's behind the "innocent" craft hobbies. And it's disturbing, in a way.
- Thursday, October 18, 2007
- Ashley said...
That was good stuff over at Needled, right? I think the degree to which I have to try not to think about the excessive consumerism that crafting--but more particularly, maybe, craft blogging, Flickring, and Ravelry-ing--inspires me speaks volumes. I've got more stuff I want to say about this, but I need to find five free minutes of thinking time to let it come together sensibly first.
- Thursday, October 18, 2007
- Veronique said...
I never thought of it that way! Your post is very thought-provoking (in the best way possible). My point of view is that, in this sterile, shrink-wrapped world, some people have chosen to go back to more organic pursuits, to be in touch with their surroundings. Instead of buying a microwavable meal, you cook it yourself; instead of buying an acrylic sweater, you knit a wool one. Even if making it yourself is more expensive (veggies from the farmer's market, Habu yarn...), the *process* of making it makes me happy. Is it worth it to buy happiness?
I think so.
- Thursday, October 18, 2007
- ms bias said...
Oh, A-flippin'-men! I agree very whole-heartedly. There's a particular kind of acquisitiveness which is valorised as a kind of (morally pure) a-economical activity, which bugs the hell out of me. Why is it that there are people who look down on anyone who buys five pairs of shoes a month and doesn't wear them all, but boast about their addiction to buying more books or yarn than they will ever use?
I do read Yarnstorm, and I love her images and sense of colour, but there are moments of apparent class unconsciousness there that do jolt me into, "But - wait!". As you say, there's a single-sidedness to craft blogs, but ... the author is selling an aspirational lifestyle, just as much as a £5.50 style magazine is, and it's disingenuous to act as if this isn't the case.
I also think there's a weird US/UK thing going on: reading the comments, I often get the impression that there is a significant North America-based audience who don't get the class cues that are blatantly obvious to me, so there's a Richard-Curtis-esque element of advertising and idealising a lifestyle which costs approximately four times the national average wage as the epitome of Englishness, and I'm very uncomfortable about that as well.
I don't blame the author for that, or think that she's a terrible person, but I respect her less than I would if she were more aware of the contradictions inherent in criticising mainstream culture and sometimes adopting an anti-consumerist stance from a economically privileged position. (And whether you were born into money or became wealthy by being born into a generation in which educational opportunities were available to a few is comparatively irrelevant, as far as I'm concerned.)
But hey, I'm educated to PhD level and a professional myself, so I don't claim any Great Proletariat Authenticity TM: these reactions are very much the results of my own background and class position too!
- Thursday, October 18, 2007
- Lola and Ava said...
Ms. Bias is correct regarding the US/UK perception of class. It isn't as apparent to me since I live in the US, but it becomes more clear on my visits to England. Things that might not get a second glance here are viewed askew on holiday when they are perfectly innocent. I've stopped buying certain magazines here in the States because the image being pushed isn't attainable without a huge influx of either cash or surgery or both.
Since the book currently isn't available here, I'll have to either wait patiently, order it from Amazon UK, or pick it up on the next trip to London. Quite frankly, I am hoping for a chapter titled, "How to clean your house and keep it that way, dammit" but I don't think it will be in this book.
Ava, who has one oven that she barely uses
- Thursday, October 18, 2007
- Webbo said...
This is a great post, with great comments. "Just because it's handmade doesn't mean it isn't capitalism" sounds like the beginning of a manifesto to me.
- Friday, October 19, 2007
- KGLO said...
I think you're right on. Well done.
- Friday, October 19, 2007
- Specs said...
Right on.
There needs to be a reconciliation between the feminist, economic, and even post-colonial aspects of crafting and our love of making things, and it will take many blogs, books, articles, and debates to sort it out. You saying your bit has helped -- it's all about productive dialogue.
- Friday, October 19, 2007
- startare said...
Well, there goes one more thing that can no longer be indulged in blissful and unthinking innocence, another cause for guilty feelings. Can you name one thing we needn't feel bad about now in this post-everything age? I'm not saying it's right to waste money and resources on yarn, or shoes, or whatever, I just feel so nostalgic for the time when one could really feel self-righteous about something.
- Friday, October 19, 2007
- Fucknits said...
I'm with you on the stash. Before Ravelry, I thought stash meant all those leftover half-balls. I have to bite my lip when people have 'who's got the biggest stash' conversations, and at the same time proclaim they're keeping a craft alive that was passed down from their impoverished grandparents.
That's like saying you're paying due to Rosa Parks by driving a SUV instead of taking the bus.
- Friday, October 19, 2007
- rubbishknitter said...
Great post! I wholeheartedly agree, I don't understand the idea of buying yarn to put on the shelf and look at.
I would love to post something intelligent and incisive about the nature of consumerism here but i'm too busy laughing at 'If you only have the one oven'. Genius.
- Saturday, October 20, 2007
- The_Add_Knitter said...
Yes, I feel that at times my yarn enthusiasm is just really yarn gluttony, and that makes me feel horrid. But such is desire, right? There's always a little shame in there, that's how and why it functions the way it does. Not an excuse, just an observation.
- Saturday, October 20, 2007
- Lolly said...
A powerful and thought-provoking post, Alice, and I thank you for sharing it. I have been thinking along the same lines - yarn gluttony as over-consumption, etc. - and I am glad to hear that others have those same thoughts.
This is a great starting point, and a very important discussion.
- Saturday, October 20, 2007
- Clare & Simon said...
Yes! As an Australian who now lives in the UK, I felt untouched by class for many months - but now I am becoming more sensitive to the class cues around us, it is becoming disturbingly apparent. I had never thought of my unease with some of the knit/craft/food media as being related to class, but you have opened my eyes here. Thanks - good to hear folks actually talking about this.
- Saturday, October 20, 2007
- Penny said...
There has always been a dstinction between those who craft out of necessity, and those who chose to do it from a position of wealth. The Bayeaux tapistry was not made out of necessity!
As to excessive consumption: I grew up surrounded by stashes made up of leftovers, and I feel comfortable when I have 'enough' surrounding me. But the idea of trying to get into a situation of SABLE (Stash Acquired Beyond Lifetime Expectancy) seems not only greedy but also thoughtless of those who will be left to deal with your excess.
- Monday, October 22, 2007
Have you seen this?
- Monday, October 22, 2007
- Stepho said...
What I find more interesting is not that the domestic arts (and how we respond or present them) are a representation of class, but the change in said arts and how closely they are now tied to technology and popular culture (home carpentry and decorating shows, anyone?) I would not be the knitter I am today without the internet community of knitters, and I think the same can be said for many foodies and other do-it-yourselfers.
- Monday, October 22, 2007
- Christy said...
Great link, thanks for sharing it. The title of that book has been bugging me for awhile, but I felt like part of me had to accept because of my involvement in the craft world. That post and Ashley's comment completely put into words that unsettling, gross feeling that grew in me about this book.
- Sunday, October 28, 2007
- Jox said...
My Mum has always knitted, mostly baby cardigans, she would find a pattern she liked, then go and buy the wool, maybe buying another pattern. This was 20-25 years ago, slowly the shops closed and she could only get wool in a few places so she stopped knitting. Then I started to knit a few years ago, my mum got into it again and the shop she works in started to sell wool and she know has a wardrobe full of the stuff! In fact she had to buy the wardrobe to put it in. It has become yet another thing to buy, there is no way she can get through it all, it has definatly become SABLE and of course she can afford it now, when I was little my mum wouldn't have been able to afford to spend £20 on yarn she will never use.
I'm not saying that I am any better than my mum, I'm just using her as an example.x
- Friday, November 02, 2007
- Philippa said...
Thank you for this. It articulated perfectly many of the dichotomies I tread on my knitterly way.
I heard someone on the tube the other day, looking at my knitting, say wistfully to a friend of hers, 'I wish I could knit. I'd save so much money on clothes'. Having just spent £35 on yarn for a scarf I chuckled, and thought of the clothes I had not bought in order to knit that scarf. I am inexpressibly privileged to be able to make that choice, to choose to spend my disposable income on yarn for a scarf my boyfriend does not need, instead of wondering which cuts I will make in order to be able to clothe my children this winter. I do not pretend that knitting is anything other than a luxury hobby; thank you for reminding me how far from the moral high-ground I can stand just because I made something when someone else didn't.
- Monday, November 05, 2007
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