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People who visit the Stark County auditor's office in Canton, Ohio, expecting to leaf through maps in search of information are in for a surprise. The auditor's office has replaced its 3,500 paper, linen and vellum maps with electronic images. And the architects, civil engineers, developers and others who regularly take advantage of the office's map retrieval services now can view and plot the maps electronically. Users won't have to learn complicated CAD applications in order to operate the new system though. The office has implemented Myriad viewing software to give the public effortless access to the maps through a friendly, easy-to-use interface.
"CAD is too sophisticated for some people," said Robert Graham, Stark County's Chief Appraiser. "Myriad is easy to teach and easy to use. The public can come in, use the Bird's Eye function, pan around and mark the area they want to send to the plotter. "Myriad's popular Bird's Eye feature lets users view an entire image while simultaneously magnifying one area of the image in the main window. Stark County comprises 17 townships and more than 566 square miles, and the thousands of maps that represent the area were beginning to present a problem to County Assessor's office staff.
"Many of the hand-drafted tax maps were half a century old and were becoming nearly unusable due to wear and tear," said Stark County Auditor Janet Weir Creighton. Graham agreed. "Many of the maps had become so brown with age that photocopying produced poor results," he said. "The ink had begun to flake off the surface of the maps. That was a clear signal that something had to be done while there was still a usable original to work with." So the office hired AA Scan, an engineering services firm based in Akron, Ohio, to scan the drawings into raster format. The information then was recorded on computer disks, and Myriad viewing software was installed to give the public an easy way to view the maps. Now that the maps are in electronic format, they no longer are susceptible to deterioration or aging. "In many cases, the computer images are more legible than the originals they replaced," said Graham.
The office assigned special staff to help users learn the new system during the first few weeks of the program's implementation. Initial reaction was positive, according to Graham. "There were lots of big eyes and people saying `wow,'" he said. "Several people wanted to buy the scanned maps."
Those people weren't disappointed. Through a special arrangement between the office and AA Scan, copies of the scanned maps, along with a special TIFF-only version of Myriad, are available for purchase on CD ROM.

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people who visit the stark county auditor's office in canton, ohio, expecting to leaf through maps in search of information are in for a surprise. the auditor's office has replaced its 3,500 paper, linen and vellum maps with electronic images. and the architects, civil engineers, developers and others who regularly take advantage of the office's map retrieval services now can view and plot the maps electronically. users won't have to learn complicated cad applications in order to operate the new system though. the office has implemented myriad viewing software to give the public effortless access to the maps through a friendly, easy-to-use interface.
"cad is too sophisticated for some people," said robert graham, stark county's chief appraiser. "myriad is easy to teach and easy to use. the public can come in, use the bird's eye function, pan around and mark the area they want to send to the plotter. "myriad's popular bird's eye feature lets users view an entire image while simultaneously magnifying one area of the image in the main window. stark county comprises 17 townships and more than 566 square miles, and the thousands of maps that represent the area were beginning to present a problem to county assessor's office staff.
"many of the hand-drafted tax maps were half a century old and were becoming nearly unusable due to wear and tear," said stark county auditor janet weir creighton. graham agreed. "many of the maps had become so brown with age that photocopying produced poor results," he said. "the ink had begun to flake off the surface of the maps. that was a clear signal that something had to be done while there was still a usable original to work with." so the office hired aa scan, an engineering services firm based in akron, ohio, to scan the drawings into raster format. the information then was recorded on computer disks, and myriad viewing software was installed to give the public an easy way to view the maps. now that the maps are in electronic format, they no longer are susceptible to deterioration or aging. "in many cases, the computer images are more legible than the originals they replaced," said graham.
the office assigned special staff to help users learn the new system during the first few weeks of the program's implementation. initial reaction was positive, according to graham. "there were lots of big eyes and people saying `wow,'" he said. "several people wanted to buy the scanned maps."
those people weren't disappointed. through a special arrangement between the office and aa scan, copies of the scanned maps, along with a special tiff-only version of myriad, are available for purchase on cd rom.


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I offered to host Thanksgiving year after year. My mother turned me down each time. She liked hosting the family get-together even though her kids and grandkids lived close enough to visit weekly. She preferred her wedding china and linens to my mismatched dishes and homespun tablecloth. Mostly she wanted to ensure that the meal featured homemade white crescent rolls and a large Butterball turkey filled with her own stuffing recipe. She was afraid that her annoyingly whole foods vegetarian daughter might prepare something horribly non-traditional, like nutloaf with chestnut wild rice dressing instead of turkey. Valid point.
But her health kept declining. I took to coming over early on Thanksgiving Day to stuff the turkey with her and hoist it in the oven. We all came back a few hours later with side dishes. I always brought homemade crescent rolls that looked suspiciously brown and healthy. Our meals continued to be lively events and we worked hard to make sure my mother didn’t notice how much we all helped out.
I knew she’d reached a new low in her energy level when she offered to let me host Thanksgiving a few years ago. She said I had to agree to one condition. I had to make a real turkey (not a Tofurky, she hastened to add) and stuff it with her stuffing recipe. I had to promise. I wanted to cry, knowing that she was much sicker than she let on. I promised.
But that pastured turkey was astonishingly expense. We thought we might be able to raise a flock of our own more cheaply. We were wrong. But I’m getting ahead of myself.
Nearby farmers gently told us that we were foolhardy. They warned us to keep turkeys “on wire,” indoors, and away from what they said were the disease-carrying dangers of grass. They said our plan to avoid feed pumped up with medications and synthetic vitamins would leave us with a dying flock. Online articles repeated these woeful predictions.
Still, the next spring we bought turkey chicks. They were raised in the warmth of an Amish friend’s kitchen until they were old enough to live outdoors.
On our place they lived in what’s called a “tractor.” This is a movable coop, allowing the birds access to fresh areas to forage. My husband and oldest son built it with roosts and feeders. We soon learned turkeys toss food from feeders and don’t like to roost. Out came both of those modifications. Then to forestall problems with predators we added a movable electric fence.
How much our rapidly growing chicks ate surprised us. In addition to the roots, grasses, leaves, and bugs they scratched up on their own we provided them with a locally grown and ground mix of seeds and grain. And we gave them fresh organic produce from the garden each day. They had strong preferences. One day they might eagerly eat cucumbers and squash, the next day they refused to eat those veggies but enjoyed tomatoes. They turned up their beaks at plenty of other treats, like broccoli and rutabagas.
We found turkeys quite interesting. When they’re young they peep and squawk. Then the gobble develops, something we found relentlessly amusing. Hens don’t gobble. They chirp and cluck in their own quiet manner while the toms are prone to showy displays of exaggerated feather fluffing. The toms gobbled at any noisy airborne attraction including Canada geese, crows, and helicopters. When annoyed, their heads turned iridescent blue and sometimes they engaged in snood-grabbing jousts. Our dogs were fascinated by the turkeys, but the turkeys showed little interest in creatures beyond their own genus.
All day, every day the flock had a visitor. A little brown hen moseyed up from the back of our property to visit her fowl friends. She stayed close. She pecked at grass and bugs, sometimes a few feet away and sometimes a few inches away. When we gave the turkeys a treat from the garden like a monster zucchini she’d cluck at me, waiting for her own piece. Quite often the turkeys, in their zucchini-enhanced exuberance, tossed flecks of what they were eating almost as if to share. Their friend the hen was right there waiting for those offerings. I never saw the turkeys peck at her.
What we learned about turkeys wasn’t entirely charming. Full grown turkeys are huge. Some of ours were over 80 pounds. Their poo, I’m sorry to say, was also huge. I never realized just how foul it was until I slipped and fell in it. And despite the overall health and vitality of our flock, once we factored in all the expenses there wasn’t any profit at all. Plus, after feeding and chatting with them for six months, it felt like a horrible betrayal to take them to the butcher.
This year we let the turkey farming venture go. We’re gratefully buying a pastured turkey, knowing that it’s worth the cost. It’ll be cooked with my mother’s stuffing recipe. I’ll also be using my mother’s china and linens. We’ll sit here at a table filled with friends and family, fully aware that our blessings include those made of memory.
I’ll smile this Thanksgiving at all who are here with me. I’ll leave the sob in my throat, choosing instead to share fond and funny stories of my parents who I miss every day.
I realize now why every generation goes on celebrating even after the elders who made the traditions meaningful have gone. Holidays are a sort of bridge between past and future, a way of steadying ourselves with the idea that some things stay the same. When the time comes for me to pass along the honor of hosting Thanksgiving dinner, I’ll try passing along my mother’s stuffing recipe too.
“didn’t noticed”? I’m guessing you probably intended it to read “didn’t notice”.
The objections of the standard turkey breeders sound much like objections made by conventional beekeepers about organic beehives.
Nope, the toms got huge. One weighed more than 80 but the little farm we took them for processing didn’t have a poultry scale that went over 80. The finished weight was crazy, several customers asked that their birds be split so they could fit in the oven. Most dressed out at 25 to 28 pounds.
I was proud of our feisty birds right up to the last minute. I didn’t want them to suffer in the short ride to that processing farm, so we acclimated them to transferring to a pick up truck. But on THE DAY they knew something was up. The toms especially put up a fight. One broke my husband’s glasses.
Raising any creature meant to die is difficult but tending them and recognizing their desire to live as they choose changes the way I see food. It gives me a sense of connection and something more, a sacredness really, that lives are lost that others lives can go on.
That said, I don’t see us raising turkeys again.
Thanks. I enjoyed your blog.
I greatly enjoyed your post! My wife and I have toyed with the idea of raising chickens… but due to where we live, we are extremely limited to what we can do.
Your story reminded me very much of my wife’s relationship with her mom. Except my wife is the “whole foods vegetarian daughter”. Due mostly to certain health concerns, though. However, she has decreed for herself that she is willing to consume in limited quantities “happy meats” — meaning free-range eggs and meats from local farmers.
Thank you for the entertaining insights! I wish you and your family a happy and healthy Thanksgiving!
We love having chickens around. They’re hardy, love kitchen scraps, eat pests (mice as well as insects), and I swear have some sort of calming effect. My son made me a contemplation stool to go hang out with chickens. It’s an instant mood booster. If your municipality lets you, get some!
We also raised turkeys…once. Our toms were also huge, we estimated that we harvested over 50#’s of meat from each one. We did our own butchering, and we had 2 other families help us, which I was thankful for as it took forever. They ate a ton, we were so amazed! We also had problems with the toms trying to mate with the hens, but instead of mating, they pecked them to death, so we had to separate them. We’ve also raised chickens and steers for meat. I think the steers are the hardest, as they are with us a lot longer (not to mention their big brown eyes and soft fur).
We too raise steers, grassfed beef. I haven’t personally eaten beef since I was in my teens (oh the irony) and it’s terrifically painful each time one is ready for market.
I loved this piece! I fear I am a hypocritical carnivore. There is no way I could raise an animal, know it, love it (as I absolutely would) then kill it and eat it. My meat must come in a package, possess no face nor feathers nor fur. If I think about it too much as I am prepping dinner, I cannot eat it. I am grateful for the folks who can raise and harvest these critters for those of us who don’t have the stomach to do it ourselves. As I get older I realize days go by when I have not actually consumed any meat of any kind. My kids will happily eat their meals and not notice or comment. My husband follows suit. Perhaps I am less of a hypocritical carnivore than a reluctant vegetarian.
Sounds to me as if you are a wide-awake, caring person Danabee. And it sounds as if you are eating meat very consciously. I think right beyond the feelings you have that make it hard to think about the face of what you’re eating are feelings that make it an experience of gratitude, not guilt.

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i offered to host thanksgiving year after year. my mother turned me down each time. she liked hosting the family get-together even though her kids and grandkids lived close enough to visit weekly. she preferred her wedding china and linens to my mismatched dishes and homespun tablecloth. mostly she wanted to ensure that the meal featured homemade white crescent rolls and a large butterball turkey filled with her own stuffing recipe. she was afraid that her annoyingly whole foods vegetarian daughter might prepare something horribly non-traditional, like nutloaf with chestnut wild rice dressing instead of turkey. valid point.
but her health kept declining. i took to coming over early on thanksgiving day to stuff the turkey with her and hoist it in the oven. we all came back a few hours later with side dishes. i always brought homemade crescent rolls that looked suspiciously brown and healthy. our meals continued to be lively events and we worked hard to make sure my mother didn’t notice how much we all helped out.
i knew she’d reached a new low in her energy level when she offered to let me host thanksgiving a few years ago. she said i had to agree to one condition. i had to make a real turkey (not a tofurky, she hastened to add) and stuff it with her stuffing recipe. i had to promise. i wanted to cry, knowing that she was much sicker than she let on. i promised.
but that pastured turkey was astonishingly expense. we thought we might be able to raise a flock of our own more cheaply. we were wrong. but i’m getting ahead of myself.
nearby farmers gently told us that we were foolhardy. they warned us to keep turkeys “on wire,” indoors, and away from what they said were the disease-carrying dangers of grass. they said our plan to avoid feed pumped up with medications and synthetic vitamins would leave us with a dying flock. online articles repeated these woeful predictions.
still, the next spring we bought turkey chicks. they were raised in the warmth of an amish friend’s kitchen until they were old enough to live outdoors.
on our place they lived in what’s called a “tractor.” this is a movable coop, allowing the birds access to fresh areas to forage. my husband and oldest son built it with roosts and feeders. we soon learned turkeys toss food from feeders and don’t like to roost. out came both of those modifications. then to forestall problems with predators we added a movable electric fence.
how much our rapidly growing chicks ate surprised us. in addition to the roots, grasses, leaves, and bugs they scratched up on their own we provided them with a locally grown and ground mix of seeds and grain. and we gave them fresh organic produce from the garden each day. they had strong preferences. one day they might eagerly eat cucumbers and squash, the next day they refused to eat those veggies but enjoyed tomatoes. they turned up their beaks at plenty of other treats, like broccoli and rutabagas.
we found turkeys quite interesting. when they’re young they peep and squawk. then the gobble develops, something we found relentlessly amusing. hens don’t gobble. they chirp and cluck in their own quiet manner while the toms are prone to showy displays of exaggerated feather fluffing. the toms gobbled at any noisy airborne attraction including canada geese, crows, and helicopters. when annoyed, their heads turned iridescent blue and sometimes they engaged in snood-grabbing jousts. our dogs were fascinated by the turkeys, but the turkeys showed little interest in creatures beyond their own genus.
all day, every day the flock had a visitor. a little brown hen moseyed up from the back of our property to visit her fowl friends. she stayed close. she pecked at grass and bugs, sometimes a few feet away and sometimes a few inches away. when we gave the turkeys a treat from the garden like a monster zucchini she’d cluck at me, waiting for her own piece. quite often the turkeys, in their zucchini-enhanced exuberance, tossed flecks of what they were eating almost as if to share. their friend the hen was right there waiting for those offerings. i never saw the turkeys peck at her.
what we learned about turkeys wasn’t entirely charming. full grown turkeys are huge. some of ours were over 80 pounds. their poo, i’m sorry to say, was also huge. i never realized just how foul it was until i slipped and fell in it. and despite the overall health and vitality of our flock, once we factored in all the expenses there wasn’t any profit at all. plus, after feeding and chatting with them for six months, it felt like a horrible betrayal to take them to the butcher.
this year we let the turkey farming venture go. we’re gratefully buying a pastured turkey, knowing that it’s worth the cost. it’ll be cooked with my mother’s stuffing recipe. i’ll also be using my mother’s china and linens. we’ll sit here at a table filled with friends and family, fully aware that our blessings include those made of memory.
i’ll smile this thanksgiving at all who are here with me. i’ll leave the sob in my throat, choosing instead to share fond and funny stories of my parents who i miss every day.
i realize now why every generation goes on celebrating even after the elders who made the traditions meaningful have gone. holidays are a sort of bridge between past and future, a way of steadying ourselves with the idea that some things stay the same. when the time comes for me to pass along the honor of hosting thanksgiving dinner, i’ll try passing along my mother’s stuffing recipe too.
“didn’t noticed”? i’m guessing you probably intended it to read “didn’t notice”.
the objections of the standard turkey breeders sound much like objections made by conventional beekeepers about organic beehives.
nope, the toms got huge. one weighed more than 80 but the little farm we took them for processing didn’t have a poultry scale that went over 80. the finished weight was crazy, several customers asked that their birds be split so they could fit in the oven. most dressed out at 25 to 28 pounds.
i was proud of our feisty birds right up to the last minute. i didn’t want them to suffer in the short ride to that processing farm, so we acclimated them to transferring to a pick up truck. but on the day they knew something was up. the toms especially put up a fight. one broke my husband’s glasses.
raising any creature meant to die is difficult but tending them and recognizing their desire to live as they choose changes the way i see food. it gives me a sense of connection and something more, a sacredness really, that lives are lost that others lives can go on.
that said, i don’t see us raising turkeys again.
thanks. i enjoyed your blog.
i greatly enjoyed your post! my wife and i have toyed with the idea of raising chickens… but due to where we live, we are extremely limited to what we can do.
your story reminded me very much of my wife’s relationship with her mom. except my wife is the “whole foods vegetarian daughter”. due mostly to certain health concerns, though. however, she has decreed for herself that she is willing to consume in limited quantities “happy meats” — meaning free-range eggs and meats from local farmers.
thank you for the entertaining insights! i wish you and your family a happy and healthy thanksgiving!
we love having chickens around. they’re hardy, love kitchen scraps, eat pests (mice as well as insects), and i swear have some sort of calming effect. my son made me a contemplation stool to go hang out with chickens. it’s an instant mood booster. if your municipality lets you, get some!
we also raised turkeys…once. our toms were also huge, we estimated that we harvested over 50#’s of meat from each one. we did our own butchering, and we had 2 other families help us, which i was thankful for as it took forever. they ate a ton, we were so amazed! we also had problems with the toms trying to mate with the hens, but instead of mating, they pecked them to death, so we had to separate them. we’ve also raised chickens and steers for meat. i think the steers are the hardest, as they are with us a lot longer (not to mention their big brown eyes and soft fur).
we too raise steers, grassfed beef. i haven’t personally eaten beef since i was in my teens (oh the irony) and it’s terrifically painful each time one is ready for market.
i loved this piece! i fear i am a hypocritical carnivore. there is no way i could raise an animal, know it, love it (as i absolutely would) then kill it and eat it. my meat must come in a package, possess no face nor feathers nor fur. if i think about it too much as i am prepping dinner, i cannot eat it. i am grateful for the folks who can raise and harvest these critters for those of us who don’t have the stomach to do it ourselves. as i get older i realize days go by when i have not actually consumed any meat of any kind. my kids will happily eat their meals and not notice or comment. my husband follows suit. perhaps i am less of a hypocritical carnivore than a reluctant vegetarian.
sounds to me as if you are a wide-awake, caring person danabee. and it sounds as if you are eating meat very consciously. i think right beyond the feelings you have that make it hard to think about the face of what you’re eating are feelings that make it an experience of gratitude, not guilt.


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In this Dec. 13, 2018 file photo, the John Harvard statue looks over Harvard Yard at Harvard University in Cambridge, Mass.
I learned some important life lessons in Harvard Yard. And so, three years ago, when I found myself back there with my then-11-year-old daughter, I gave her one.
She is part of me. I’m proud of her and I love her to the moon and back. But I don’t want her to feel entitled, even though children of alumni do sometimes get preferential treatment in admissions.
The mastermind — William Rick Singer — pitched his Newport Beach-based consulting firm as the answer to the prayers of parents who wanted to get their kids into the best colleges. Singer told investigators that he created a “side door” into the admissions process.
Prosecutors claim that Singer passed off non-athletes as athletic prospects and bribed exam proctors to allow ringers to take tests on applicants’ behalf.
She scowled. But, she knew, this was not up for discussion.

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in this dec. 13, 2018 file photo, the john harvard statue looks over harvard yard at harvard university in cambridge, mass.
i learned some important life lessons in harvard yard. and so, three years ago, when i found myself back there with my then-11-year-old daughter, i gave her one.
she is part of me. i’m proud of her and i love her to the moon and back. but i don’t want her to feel entitled, even though children of alumni do sometimes get preferential treatment in admissions.
the mastermind — william rick singer — pitched his newport beach-based consulting firm as the answer to the prayers of parents who wanted to get their kids into the best colleges. singer told investigators that he created a “side door” into the admissions process.
prosecutors claim that singer passed off non-athletes as athletic prospects and bribed exam proctors to allow ringers to take tests on applicants’ behalf.
she scowled. but, she knew, this was not up for discussion.


text: Focus isn’t just about narrowing your view. Sometimes it’s about expanding it. When managers are too “zoomed in” they struggle to see the big picture and lose sight of objectives in the day-to-day work. Zooming out can be a powerful tool to improve performance.

lowercased: focus isn’t just about narrowing your view. sometimes it’s about expanding it. when managers are too “zoomed in” they struggle to see the big picture and lose sight of objectives in the day-to-day work. zooming out can be a powerful tool to improve performance.


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Our relationship began in 1978 when I flew to Melbourne to discuss the promotion of my recent book. Over coffee in his office, my editor pushed a thick manuscript across to me. He asked if I’d ‘like to write’ the life of Sir Keith Murdoch, Rupert’s father. The bulky tome he handed across had been commissioned by Rupert, but he had turned it down.
It was a big ask. I would be dealing with the world’s most powerful media personality, who I had never met; a much more precarious undertaking than any other book I had done. With his huge battery of journalists and authors, it would be unlikely that he would agree to me writing his father’s story.
I flew home to Cairns, in the far north of Queensland, and began reading what was a detailed record of Sir Keith Murdoch’s power; his business battles and the minutiae of dealings which almost sent him to the wall. But it was, as the publisher said, a skeleton without much flesh. Could a ‘warts-and-all’ biographer, which I happened to be, persuade the exacting Rupert to allow such a book to be written about his father?
Rupert Murdoch was due to arrive into Queensland from the United States to spend a few days with his family on Lizard Island, off the coast from Cairns. I had arranged to fly out on the small aircraft he’d chartered, to pick him up and connect with a flight to Darwin to inspect one of his newspapers. We were to talk at Cairns Airport while he waited for his plane.
The Zwars owned an elderly but elegant, Toyota Crown sedan, used as a family car; and an untidy little Moke runabout driven badly by the staff of the free newspaper we owned; at weekends it was used for carrying sacks of chicken manure for our garden.
Airways Cessna for Lizard Island, sitting up front with the pilot. We touched down on the tiny resort runway and a wind-blown Rupert Murdoch was waiting, briefcase in hand, suitcase ready to be loaded.
A man not at ease, but seemingly trying to bridge an uncomfortable gap between powerful media baron and the last cadet reporter his father had hired for the Melbourne Herald before he died.
We shouted at each other over the noise of the twin engines for an hour, sharing the pilot’s Thermos of black coffee, and then bumped down on the Cairns tarmac. I had faxed him my CV and a list of books I had written, and he said he now knew ‘a fair bit’ about me. We had an hour for discussion before his Darwin plane took off and he parked his suitcase with an Ansett Airline desk clerk.
Then he said, in his light, American drawl, “Look, I haven’t seen a newspaper for days. Is there a newsagent nearby?” There wasn’t one at the small Cairns airport, but there was one five minutes up the road. I said I’d drive him there – then suddenly realised it meant travelling in the grubby little Moke.
Too late to worry. The billionaire, used to chauffeured limousines, climbed over the side, strapping himself into a dirty, doorless little runabout, with its flapping side-curtains, clouds of chicken poo swirling around us.
Then climbing out at the newsagents, to buy an armful of papers and magazines, the assistant doing a double-take when she saw the Murdoch face on the cover of The Bulletin magazine she had just sold him. As we chugged back to the airport he said, matter-of-factly, “I’ve checked you out. Think you’ll do a good job. I’d like you to write father’s life.” I forced myself to keep the wandering Moke straight ahead on the road.
When he was again due back in Cairns a month later, he had put aside time for a personal interview about his own memories of his father. I planned a lengthy talk in my study. A bottle of good Riesling rested in the fridge; the Toyota Crown had been polished, its tank filled with petrol, sheepskin seat-covers vacuumed spotless. I set off to pick him up in style this time from the Ansett terminal.
I parked the Toyota in front of the arrivals gate of the airline (he then half-owned), and met him. Warm smile, small-talk about the trip as I opened the door for him. I hurried around to the driver’s seat as he strapped himself in. I turned the key. There was a sickening ‘rrrrrrr.rrr’ sound. And the motor died. (Dead battery).
I spotted a car leaving the airport being driven by a neighbour who had seen her husband off to Sydney. I ran to wave her down. She opened the front passenger door for Rupert. Her small daughter stood beside him in the front seat, hitting him over the head with her woollen doll all the way up the mountainside.
Could he use my phone, Murdoch asked? I offered to go outside, but with hair still ruffled, he waved at me to sit down. He made calls to several executives in Sydney and when he’d finished, he talked to me about the father he remembered, explaining Sir Keith’s determination to provide for his family; his shyness; his business gambles and his enemies in the Sydney newspaper world.
Rupert also began talking about himself and some of the newspaper stories he’d been involved in, several of them ‘exposés’ he’d worked on in the background and one he said he had even ‘broken’, (a fraudster loans affair). Also, he talked about Rupert Murdoch, reporter; and from the telling, it suddenly seemed that this time might have been when he was at his happiest.
She wasn’t to know that her own son was to one day soon face his own terror of the banks when he, too, found himself at the edge of a financial abyss. But now the talk with Rupert was over, the bottle of Riesling finished. There remained only one way to get him back to the airport from our hilltop hideaway … the Moke. He nimbly climbed into its tatty passenger-seat once more. “I’m beginning to think the Moke is compulsory,” he laughed.
I had on tape the memories of the men and women who had worked for Sir Keith, revealing the scary power that The Herald & Weekly Times chairman exerted over their lives.
Sir Keith probably knew few of our names, but to cadet reporters, starting off on the first rungs of a career in journalism, he was an awesome, greying figure, glimpsed only in the lift or on his way down the reporters’ room for one of his ‘getting to know you’ visits.
“Ah,” he would say, coming to a stop by your desk. “What are you on [writing about] at the moment? What books are you reading?” Young reporters enthusiastically answered “Hemingway.” or “Scott Fitzgerald.” And the last question as he got up from the desk.
Some of the memories from the interviews I had with The Herald staff, past and present, created delicate decisions of inclusion in the book. Along with the anecdotes of Sir Keith’s forays into the newsroom, came still-surprised recollections of his behaviour that bordered on the eccentric.
He often seemed pre-occupied. Hearing about the business deals he was doing at the time, when he paid big money for newspaper shares he could ill afford, it was understandable that newsmen and women might have had the impression that while he was talking to them he was, to put it politely, thinking of something else.
I recalled one morning, when I was head down, typing, he strode through the reporters’ room with startled newsmen suddenly bashing at upright typewriters. He noticed the dumpy figure of The Herald’s social editor Miss Lois Lathlean, coming towards him.
“Good morning to you! I look forward to seeing her.” And he went on his way.
I talked to Rupert’s nanny about her memories of the family. She told me that when Rupert was about four, he was naughty and so she’d had to put him over her knee.
One of Sir Keith’s former senior executives revealed to me that Sir Keith had serious political ambitions. The grand figure at the helm of arguably Australia’s greatest newspaper already wielded heavy political influence; state premiers and prime ministers made their way to The Herald building to see him. But it wasn’t quite enough.
One morning, said a former colleague, he’d heard Sir Keith talking to the editor of The Herald’s sister paper, The Sun News-Pictorial, mentioning that ‘some people were saying’ it was time he might think seriously about entering federal politics.
“Ahh,” said Murdoch, having thought about it for two seconds, “you could be right. I know! We won’t go to the Melbourne Club for lunch today; we’ll go down to the Athenaeum.” A shift one notch down the social lunching ladder would fix everything.
I sent my finished manuscript to the Melbourne publisher and waited. Brian Stonier, managing director of Macmillan, had taken it on himself to be sure a copy was air-freighted to Rupert in New York and he would pass on to me his reaction.
It came back on fax: Mr Murdoch is ‘seriously worried’ about some aspects of the book and could you make yourself available at his mother’s home the following Sunday to go through it? I felt slightly ill.
I was bidden to the delightful Cruden Farm, 2,000 kms away, where Dame Elisabeth still lived. It lay vine-covered and white-chimneyed near Frankston, outside Melbourne, and was reached by a long, tree-lined avenue. Sir Keith’s widow had been charming and helpful when I had gone to see her and even loaned me some of her late husband’s letters.
Now, with apprehension, I flew down, and set off in a hire car for the meeting, getting lost twice on the way. I had brought with me two tape-recorders, one to place in front of Dame Elisabeth and the other near Rupert to record what each said as they made their way through the 150,000 words.
Rupert, at the time, had a strike on his hands at the New York Post which he now owned, and was in Melbourne to face an inquiry into television network ownership. In between these concerns he was to juggle the problems of ‘In Search of Keith Murdoch’.
Mother and son came to the front door and we went into the lounge-room with its old-fashioned furnishings, for coffee. Small talk over, I asked Rupert if he could begin by going through his worries about the book. He’d already said as we sat down, “You talked to Kimpo, my old nanny, did you?” I confessed I had.
“What did you say to her Rupert?” his alarmed mother wanted to know.
That little story about going to the Athenaeum for lunch. Father would have meant that as a joke.” I nodded and made a note. It was now getting cold and the fire was dying a little. “Rupert, would you go out and get another log?” said his mother. Her son rattled the fire into life again.
Desmond Zwar is a journalist who has written 16 non-fiction books, including In Search of Keith Murdoch and The Queen, Rupert and Me – A Reporter’s Extraordinary Life published by Sid Harta Publishing.

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our relationship began in 1978 when i flew to melbourne to discuss the promotion of my recent book. over coffee in his office, my editor pushed a thick manuscript across to me. he asked if i’d ‘like to write’ the life of sir keith murdoch, rupert’s father. the bulky tome he handed across had been commissioned by rupert, but he had turned it down.
it was a big ask. i would be dealing with the world’s most powerful media personality, who i had never met; a much more precarious undertaking than any other book i had done. with his huge battery of journalists and authors, it would be unlikely that he would agree to me writing his father’s story.
i flew home to cairns, in the far north of queensland, and began reading what was a detailed record of sir keith murdoch’s power; his business battles and the minutiae of dealings which almost sent him to the wall. but it was, as the publisher said, a skeleton without much flesh. could a ‘warts-and-all’ biographer, which i happened to be, persuade the exacting rupert to allow such a book to be written about his father?
rupert murdoch was due to arrive into queensland from the united states to spend a few days with his family on lizard island, off the coast from cairns. i had arranged to fly out on the small aircraft he’d chartered, to pick him up and connect with a flight to darwin to inspect one of his newspapers. we were to talk at cairns airport while he waited for his plane.
the zwars owned an elderly but elegant, toyota crown sedan, used as a family car; and an untidy little moke runabout driven badly by the staff of the free newspaper we owned; at weekends it was used for carrying sacks of chicken manure for our garden.
airways cessna for lizard island, sitting up front with the pilot. we touched down on the tiny resort runway and a wind-blown rupert murdoch was waiting, briefcase in hand, suitcase ready to be loaded.
a man not at ease, but seemingly trying to bridge an uncomfortable gap between powerful media baron and the last cadet reporter his father had hired for the melbourne herald before he died.
we shouted at each other over the noise of the twin engines for an hour, sharing the pilot’s thermos of black coffee, and then bumped down on the cairns tarmac. i had faxed him my cv and a list of books i had written, and he said he now knew ‘a fair bit’ about me. we had an hour for discussion before his darwin plane took off and he parked his suitcase with an ansett airline desk clerk.
then he said, in his light, american drawl, “look, i haven’t seen a newspaper for days. is there a newsagent nearby?” there wasn’t one at the small cairns airport, but there was one five minutes up the road. i said i’d drive him there – then suddenly realised it meant travelling in the grubby little moke.
too late to worry. the billionaire, used to chauffeured limousines, climbed over the side, strapping himself into a dirty, doorless little runabout, with its flapping side-curtains, clouds of chicken poo swirling around us.
then climbing out at the newsagents, to buy an armful of papers and magazines, the assistant doing a double-take when she saw the murdoch face on the cover of the bulletin magazine she had just sold him. as we chugged back to the airport he said, matter-of-factly, “i’ve checked you out. think you’ll do a good job. i’d like you to write father’s life.” i forced myself to keep the wandering moke straight ahead on the road.
when he was again due back in cairns a month later, he had put aside time for a personal interview about his own memories of his father. i planned a lengthy talk in my study. a bottle of good riesling rested in the fridge; the toyota crown had been polished, its tank filled with petrol, sheepskin seat-covers vacuumed spotless. i set off to pick him up in style this time from the ansett terminal.
i parked the toyota in front of the arrivals gate of the airline (he then half-owned), and met him. warm smile, small-talk about the trip as i opened the door for him. i hurried around to the driver’s seat as he strapped himself in. i turned the key. there was a sickening ‘rrrrrrr.rrr’ sound. and the motor died. (dead battery).
i spotted a car leaving the airport being driven by a neighbour who had seen her husband off to sydney. i ran to wave her down. she opened the front passenger door for rupert. her small daughter stood beside him in the front seat, hitting him over the head with her woollen doll all the way up the mountainside.
could he use my phone, murdoch asked? i offered to go outside, but with hair still ruffled, he waved at me to sit down. he made calls to several executives in sydney and when he’d finished, he talked to me about the father he remembered, explaining sir keith’s determination to provide for his family; his shyness; his business gambles and his enemies in the sydney newspaper world.
rupert also began talking about himself and some of the newspaper stories he’d been involved in, several of them ‘exposés’ he’d worked on in the background and one he said he had even ‘broken’, (a fraudster loans affair). also, he talked about rupert murdoch, reporter; and from the telling, it suddenly seemed that this time might have been when he was at his happiest.
she wasn’t to know that her own son was to one day soon face his own terror of the banks when he, too, found himself at the edge of a financial abyss. but now the talk with rupert was over, the bottle of riesling finished. there remained only one way to get him back to the airport from our hilltop hideaway … the moke. he nimbly climbed into its tatty passenger-seat once more. “i’m beginning to think the moke is compulsory,” he laughed.
i had on tape the memories of the men and women who had worked for sir keith, revealing the scary power that the herald & weekly times chairman exerted over their lives.
sir keith probably knew few of our names, but to cadet reporters, starting off on the first rungs of a career in journalism, he was an awesome, greying figure, glimpsed only in the lift or on his way down the reporters’ room for one of his ‘getting to know you’ visits.
“ah,” he would say, coming to a stop by your desk. “what are you on [writing about] at the moment? what books are you reading?” young reporters enthusiastically answered “hemingway.” or “scott fitzgerald.” and the last question as he got up from the desk.
some of the memories from the interviews i had with the herald staff, past and present, created delicate decisions of inclusion in the book. along with the anecdotes of sir keith’s forays into the newsroom, came still-surprised recollections of his behaviour that bordered on the eccentric.
he often seemed pre-occupied. hearing about the business deals he was doing at the time, when he paid big money for newspaper shares he could ill afford, it was understandable that newsmen and women might have had the impression that while he was talking to them he was, to put it politely, thinking of something else.
i recalled one morning, when i was head down, typing, he strode through the reporters’ room with startled newsmen suddenly bashing at upright typewriters. he noticed the dumpy figure of the herald’s social editor miss lois lathlean, coming towards him.
“good morning to you! i look forward to seeing her.” and he went on his way.
i talked to rupert’s nanny about her memories of the family. she told me that when rupert was about four, he was naughty and so she’d had to put him over her knee.
one of sir keith’s former senior executives revealed to me that sir keith had serious political ambitions. the grand figure at the helm of arguably australia’s greatest newspaper already wielded heavy political influence; state premiers and prime ministers made their way to the herald building to see him. but it wasn’t quite enough.
one morning, said a former colleague, he’d heard sir keith talking to the editor of the herald’s sister paper, the sun news-pictorial, mentioning that ‘some people were saying’ it was time he might think seriously about entering federal politics.
“ahh,” said murdoch, having thought about it for two seconds, “you could be right. i know! we won’t go to the melbourne club for lunch today; we’ll go down to the athenaeum.” a shift one notch down the social lunching ladder would fix everything.
i sent my finished manuscript to the melbourne publisher and waited. brian stonier, managing director of macmillan, had taken it on himself to be sure a copy was air-freighted to rupert in new york and he would pass on to me his reaction.
it came back on fax: mr murdoch is ‘seriously worried’ about some aspects of the book and could you make yourself available at his mother’s home the following sunday to go through it? i felt slightly ill.
i was bidden to the delightful cruden farm, 2,000 kms away, where dame elisabeth still lived. it lay vine-covered and white-chimneyed near frankston, outside melbourne, and was reached by a long, tree-lined avenue. sir keith’s widow had been charming and helpful when i had gone to see her and even loaned me some of her late husband’s letters.
now, with apprehension, i flew down, and set off in a hire car for the meeting, getting lost twice on the way. i had brought with me two tape-recorders, one to place in front of dame elisabeth and the other near rupert to record what each said as they made their way through the 150,000 words.
rupert, at the time, had a strike on his hands at the new york post which he now owned, and was in melbourne to face an inquiry into television network ownership. in between these concerns he was to juggle the problems of ‘in search of keith murdoch’.
mother and son came to the front door and we went into the lounge-room with its old-fashioned furnishings, for coffee. small talk over, i asked rupert if he could begin by going through his worries about the book. he’d already said as we sat down, “you talked to kimpo, my old nanny, did you?” i confessed i had.
“what did you say to her rupert?” his alarmed mother wanted to know.
that little story about going to the athenaeum for lunch. father would have meant that as a joke.” i nodded and made a note. it was now getting cold and the fire was dying a little. “rupert, would you go out and get another log?” said his mother. her son rattled the fire into life again.
desmond zwar is a journalist who has written 16 non-fiction books, including in search of keith murdoch and the queen, rupert and me – a reporter’s extraordinary life published by sid harta publishing.


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When coming to a distance from about 5-50 meters from the physical body, the state changes to ‘astral state’ - it is possible to see, the body feels lighter etc.
Especially in medicine, there exists the opinion that all these happenings are occurring in our brains in a dream-like way. Representatives of dream research and of occult sciences are attacking each other with different arguments, but without any result. It is a battle between paradigms, as it is the case in many other ideological areas. However, sleep research – where this phenomenon is classified as lucid dream (LD) – has done very good science and provided methods with which a communication between test person and control person can be achieved. This works via eye movements which are performed in a manner agreed on before – mostly Yes/No answers (up/down and right/left movement of the eyes).

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when coming to a distance from about 5-50 meters from the physical body, the state changes to ‘astral state’ - it is possible to see, the body feels lighter etc.
especially in medicine, there exists the opinion that all these happenings are occurring in our brains in a dream-like way. representatives of dream research and of occult sciences are attacking each other with different arguments, but without any result. it is a battle between paradigms, as it is the case in many other ideological areas. however, sleep research – where this phenomenon is classified as lucid dream (ld) – has done very good science and provided methods with which a communication between test person and control person can be achieved. this works via eye movements which are performed in a manner agreed on before – mostly yes/no answers (up/down and right/left movement of the eyes).


text: SKU: GL801P. Categories: Charms on Sale, Euro Charms, Murano Glass Beads. Tags: flower, nature, pink.

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Home / What are Miami’s Best Neighborhoods to Live in 2019?
This blog is about recognizing value and opportunity as well as quality of life for the different neighborhoods in Miami in 2019. In this blog for the first time, we are integrating our Neighborhood Economic Health Index (as it appears in the 2019 Forecast).
I expect many who will read this have already decided which neighborhood they prefer to buy into, they are just seeing how well it ranks! However, you may have not decided what is the best type of property, price point, or specific part of that neighborhood for YOU to focus on. Hopefully this will help you do that a bit better.
For those that don’t know Miami, Miami Beach is the first thing people think of, but this big stretch of beach can deceive and lead to misconceptions about the Miami Market. Miami Beach is going through an identity crisis right now, socially it’s starting to be overtaken as a place to go out second to Brickell, family buyers are move-focused on Coconut Grove and Coral Gables.
If you want waterfront, then the Islands are a big focus as is North Bay Rd for Homes. Sky high prices have lead to corrections and more motivated sellers means some solid deals for those looking to negotiate. Surprisingly, some incredible waterfront (canal) deals and new constructions have presented themselves in 2019 already.
The Grove and Gables are the fundamental robust primary markets for home owners, having outperformed every neighborhood in Miami over the last 10 years. These two neighboring areas are brimming with great schools, cool but local restaurants, and an abundance of parks and beauty. It won’t necessarily come cheap although Coral Gables is a little cheaper than the Grove.
Coral Gables is outperforming Coconut Grove for value, so this area gets the number one spot. The price per SF across the home market is lower in the Gables. It also has more options. The sub $1M is still very strong, so you are going to struggle to get into these markets for less than $1M. Options are certainly more plentiful over the $2M range and more negations are possible.

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home / what are miami’s best neighborhoods to live in 2019?
this blog is about recognizing value and opportunity as well as quality of life for the different neighborhoods in miami in 2019. in this blog for the first time, we are integrating our neighborhood economic health index (as it appears in the 2019 forecast).
i expect many who will read this have already decided which neighborhood they prefer to buy into, they are just seeing how well it ranks! however, you may have not decided what is the best type of property, price point, or specific part of that neighborhood for you to focus on. hopefully this will help you do that a bit better.
for those that don’t know miami, miami beach is the first thing people think of, but this big stretch of beach can deceive and lead to misconceptions about the miami market. miami beach is going through an identity crisis right now, socially it’s starting to be overtaken as a place to go out second to brickell, family buyers are move-focused on coconut grove and coral gables.
if you want waterfront, then the islands are a big focus as is north bay rd for homes. sky high prices have lead to corrections and more motivated sellers means some solid deals for those looking to negotiate. surprisingly, some incredible waterfront (canal) deals and new constructions have presented themselves in 2019 already.
the grove and gables are the fundamental robust primary markets for home owners, having outperformed every neighborhood in miami over the last 10 years. these two neighboring areas are brimming with great schools, cool but local restaurants, and an abundance of parks and beauty. it won’t necessarily come cheap although coral gables is a little cheaper than the grove.
coral gables is outperforming coconut grove for value, so this area gets the number one spot. the price per sf across the home market is lower in the gables. it also has more options. the sub $1m is still very strong, so you are going to struggle to get into these markets for less than $1m. options are certainly more plentiful over the $2m range and more negations are possible.


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Pink flowers in abundance to bring energy to your home decoration !
The dimensions of this colored photo picture are 70 X 50cm.
For the purchase of this modern canvas, the 48/72h delivery is free in metropolitan France.
Each printed canvas is waterproof and treated anti-UV.
A magical place with a ground profusely covered in pink flowers on a trendy wall decoration ! A romantic path on an abstract canvas, a dream–come-true for all the nature lovers ! For your sitting room or bedroom, this low-price decorative canvas will be perfect to create a design ambiance. All our photo picture canvases are printed on a cotton canvas and stretched on a Canadian pinewood frame ready to be hung. The contemporary canvases are delivered wrapped and with cardboard corners and are anti-UV and anti-damp treated to ensure a better finish and a long-lasting quality.

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pink flowers in abundance to bring energy to your home decoration !
the dimensions of this colored photo picture are 70 x 50cm.
for the purchase of this modern canvas, the 48/72h delivery is free in metropolitan france.
each printed canvas is waterproof and treated anti-uv.
a magical place with a ground profusely covered in pink flowers on a trendy wall decoration ! a romantic path on an abstract canvas, a dream–come-true for all the nature lovers ! for your sitting room or bedroom, this low-price decorative canvas will be perfect to create a design ambiance. all our photo picture canvases are printed on a cotton canvas and stretched on a canadian pinewood frame ready to be hung. the contemporary canvases are delivered wrapped and with cardboard corners and are anti-uv and anti-damp treated to ensure a better finish and a long-lasting quality.


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Academy of Art University: This old-time, trusted and very reputable art institute was founded as early as 1929. Nowadays it has become the largest among the private arts and design institutes of the nation. Since its foundation this art institute dedicated its educational efforts to the field of art and top design.
The Art Institute: For all those willing to obtain a practical education in such artistic skills as culinary arts, design, fashion, media arts and many others this school would be one of the best choices. Among former students of this art institute one can find lots of nationally famous creative professionals - and what could be a better advertisement for the reputation of an art educational establishment?
The Art Institute Online: Nowadays lots of people, mostly adult students, who have jobs, families and other obligations and are not in position to devote their time to the presence on the campus, are offered an excellent opportunity of getting a specialized arts and design education in online mode! At the same time students of web design and other Internet and computer related artistic subjects have an especially good choice to improve their professional skills without abandoning the comfort of their favorite computer work stations.
Harrington College of Design: This well-known and well-trusted art institute began its educational activities nearly 70 years ago, which makes it one of the oldest. The institute especially concentrated on the training in interior design in particular. The institute has given a good start for many of today's professionals whose names are known all across the nation.
International Academy of Design & Technology: This institute offers a wide choice of programs, including computer arts, graphic design and visual communication - so any ambitious student has lots to choose from.
Westwood College: For all those concerned on both excellent practical skills and the academic knowledge as well, this art institute can become a great career start-up in the field of art or design. The students are guaranteed to find one of the best programs of their choice here. Over the years this art institute has become famous for giving its students so perfect professional preparation so that many of them begin outstanding careers right upon the graduation. Might sound unbelievable, but it is an established fact!

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academy of art university: this old-time, trusted and very reputable art institute was founded as early as 1929. nowadays it has become the largest among the private arts and design institutes of the nation. since its foundation this art institute dedicated its educational efforts to the field of art and top design.
the art institute: for all those willing to obtain a practical education in such artistic skills as culinary arts, design, fashion, media arts and many others this school would be one of the best choices. among former students of this art institute one can find lots of nationally famous creative professionals - and what could be a better advertisement for the reputation of an art educational establishment?
the art institute online: nowadays lots of people, mostly adult students, who have jobs, families and other obligations and are not in position to devote their time to the presence on the campus, are offered an excellent opportunity of getting a specialized arts and design education in online mode! at the same time students of web design and other internet and computer related artistic subjects have an especially good choice to improve their professional skills without abandoning the comfort of their favorite computer work stations.
harrington college of design: this well-known and well-trusted art institute began its educational activities nearly 70 years ago, which makes it one of the oldest. the institute especially concentrated on the training in interior design in particular. the institute has given a good start for many of today's professionals whose names are known all across the nation.
international academy of design & technology: this institute offers a wide choice of programs, including computer arts, graphic design and visual communication - so any ambitious student has lots to choose from.
westwood college: for all those concerned on both excellent practical skills and the academic knowledge as well, this art institute can become a great career start-up in the field of art or design. the students are guaranteed to find one of the best programs of their choice here. over the years this art institute has become famous for giving its students so perfect professional preparation so that many of them begin outstanding careers right upon the graduation. might sound unbelievable, but it is an established fact!


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Each POP Display holds 12 cases and each case can hold up to “8” SD cards. Each case contains two labeling stickers and a pencil for easy organization.
Each POP Display holds 12 cases and each case can hold up to 8 AA batteries.

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each pop display holds 12 cases and each case can hold up to “8” sd cards. each case contains two labeling stickers and a pencil for easy organization.
each pop display holds 12 cases and each case can hold up to 8 aa batteries.


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The future of liberal Judaism depends on engaging interfaith families in Jewish life. Because we live in a celebrity-driven culture, the wedding of Chelsea Clinton and Marc Mezvinsky offers a rare opportunity to influence more interfaith couples to make Jewish choices. Yet instead our Jewish leaders’ responses seem almost calculated to push those couples away.
After much speculation about which Jewish traditions, if any, might be included in the Clinton-Mezvinsky wedding, it was striking to see the first pictures emerge — the groom in a visible yarmulke with the Clintons, then the groom wearing a tallis, standing next to his lovely bride next to a visible ketubah — to say nothing of reports of a chuppah, the Seven Blessings and glass-breaking.
Chelsea, Marc and the Clintons are very smart people. The only message they could have been sending is that Jewish traditions are very important to Marc, and that Chelsea and her parents are, at the very least, happy to allow Jewish traditions to play a prominent role in this most important moment in the couple’s lives.
Yes, the wedding started shortly before the end of Shabbat, a not unheard of practice even when both the bride and groom are Jewish. How many of us abstain from all work until after sundown on Saturdays? Should a couple’s choice be rejected as “not Jewish” because they want to maximize the time they spend celebrating with family and friends?
And yes, a rabbi co-officiated the ceremony with a Methodist minister. There is no “one size fits all” answer to who should perform weddings for interfaith couples. Chelsea and Marc were fortunate that a rabbi of the stature of James Ponet, who has had an outstanding career building the thriving Yale Hillel, was willing to co-officiate at their wedding.
The heads of both the Reform and Reconstructionist rabbinical associations noted their movements’ official disapproval of co-officiation, with Rabbi Richard Hirsh, executive director of the Reconstructionist Rabbinical Association, telling The Jewish Week that “having a co-officiated ceremony points in the direction of a home that won’t be primarily Jewish.” But an interfaith couple may in fact have decided to raise their children as Jews, and still want the non-Jewish partner’s religious background represented at their wedding. Or the couple may not have decided — yet — to have a Jewish home, but be very open to the possibility. Criticism of their wedding choices is a sure way to influence them to not go in the Jewish direction.
With half of Jews intermarrying, the size and vitality of the liberal Jewish community depends on how many interfaith couples raise their children as Jews: If half or more do, we grow; less than half means decline. An interfaith couple’s wedding is a great opportunity to show that Judaism has something that has meaning and value for them. Giving them a positive Jewish experience can only influence them toward more engagement in Jewish life.
For now, I can only hope that Chelsea and Marc and the thousands of other couples like them will not be deterred by what our Jewish leaders are saying. There are other voices in the liberal Jewish community, and they need to be raised, with a clear and unequivocal message: We are so glad your Jewish wedding was such a positive experience for you. Judaism has much more of value and meaning that is available to you. Our part of the liberal Jewish community enthusiastically embraces you. Welcome!
Edmund Case is CEO of Interfaithfamily.com.
This story "Edmund Case: The Missing ‘Mazel Tov’" was written by Edmund Case.
Edmund Case, the retired founder of InterfaithFamily, is the author of Radical Inclusion: Engaging Interfaith Families for a Thriving Jewish Future, to be published on January 15, 2019 by the new Center for Radically Inclusive Judaism.

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the future of liberal judaism depends on engaging interfaith families in jewish life. because we live in a celebrity-driven culture, the wedding of chelsea clinton and marc mezvinsky offers a rare opportunity to influence more interfaith couples to make jewish choices. yet instead our jewish leaders’ responses seem almost calculated to push those couples away.
after much speculation about which jewish traditions, if any, might be included in the clinton-mezvinsky wedding, it was striking to see the first pictures emerge — the groom in a visible yarmulke with the clintons, then the groom wearing a tallis, standing next to his lovely bride next to a visible ketubah — to say nothing of reports of a chuppah, the seven blessings and glass-breaking.
chelsea, marc and the clintons are very smart people. the only message they could have been sending is that jewish traditions are very important to marc, and that chelsea and her parents are, at the very least, happy to allow jewish traditions to play a prominent role in this most important moment in the couple’s lives.
yes, the wedding started shortly before the end of shabbat, a not unheard of practice even when both the bride and groom are jewish. how many of us abstain from all work until after sundown on saturdays? should a couple’s choice be rejected as “not jewish” because they want to maximize the time they spend celebrating with family and friends?
and yes, a rabbi co-officiated the ceremony with a methodist minister. there is no “one size fits all” answer to who should perform weddings for interfaith couples. chelsea and marc were fortunate that a rabbi of the stature of james ponet, who has had an outstanding career building the thriving yale hillel, was willing to co-officiate at their wedding.
the heads of both the reform and reconstructionist rabbinical associations noted their movements’ official disapproval of co-officiation, with rabbi richard hirsh, executive director of the reconstructionist rabbinical association, telling the jewish week that “having a co-officiated ceremony points in the direction of a home that won’t be primarily jewish.” but an interfaith couple may in fact have decided to raise their children as jews, and still want the non-jewish partner’s religious background represented at their wedding. or the couple may not have decided — yet — to have a jewish home, but be very open to the possibility. criticism of their wedding choices is a sure way to influence them to not go in the jewish direction.
with half of jews intermarrying, the size and vitality of the liberal jewish community depends on how many interfaith couples raise their children as jews: if half or more do, we grow; less than half means decline. an interfaith couple’s wedding is a great opportunity to show that judaism has something that has meaning and value for them. giving them a positive jewish experience can only influence them toward more engagement in jewish life.
for now, i can only hope that chelsea and marc and the thousands of other couples like them will not be deterred by what our jewish leaders are saying. there are other voices in the liberal jewish community, and they need to be raised, with a clear and unequivocal message: we are so glad your jewish wedding was such a positive experience for you. judaism has much more of value and meaning that is available to you. our part of the liberal jewish community enthusiastically embraces you. welcome!
edmund case is ceo of interfaithfamily.com.
this story "edmund case: the missing ‘mazel tov’" was written by edmund case.
edmund case, the retired founder of interfaithfamily, is the author of radical inclusion: engaging interfaith families for a thriving jewish future, to be published on january 15, 2019 by the new center for radically inclusive judaism.


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“DIAL M FOR MURDER” was performed at the Westminster Community Playhouse (WCP photo).
Even the best laid plans may go awry … How much more so, when planned by the shallow and the scheming?
Westminster Community Playhouse had a mind for murder in its most recent offering “Dial ‘M’ For Murder,” a friendship turned forbidden romance has been put to rest by wealthy English socialite Margot Wendice (Justine DeAngelo) and her friend and former paramour, Max Halliday (Eduardo Mora), an American scribe of radio plays.
Formerly unhappily married to English tennis luminary Tony Wendice (Jesse Seann Atkinson), she’s found herself giving the relationship one more try, as the previously juvenile athlete has become much more loving and responsive within the last year… Just about the time she had lost her purse at the train station — a purse containing the most precious of Max’s love letters to her, the one she couldn’t bring herself to burn. But Max, who fancies himself an expert on crime (having produced it 52 times a year, through his radio screenplays) finds the timing of the loss of the damning letter and Tony’s reformation a bit too convenient … And he’s not wrong.
Indeed, having discovered the letter, Tony may be incensed about affair, but moreso the possibility of losing his meal ticket: and he has plans to keep himself well taken care of, while exacting his revenge. Contacting an old school chum who’s turned to petty crime, C.A, Swann (Mason Meskell), Tony reveals he’s not only been following him, but plans to blackmail him — if he doesn’t do away with Margot. Caught between a rock and a hard place, the enraged man has little choice but to agree.
Jesse Seann Atkinson was delightfully wicked as Tony: alternating between his aloof air and determined menace, sure that his devious plans will unfold as he intends, and adapting when events stymie said plans; Eduardo Mora’s Max was an earnest, if unlikely, heroic figure — initially willing to accept his love’s decision to make her marriage work, but prepared to be there should it not; Mason Meskell was alternately menacing and sympathetic, as a fallen friend unable to overcome his self-created circumstances; and Eric Nelson as Inspector Hubbard was a crafty and astute investigator, fully aware that things are not as they seem.
But it was Justine DeAngelo as Margot that the entire piece revolves around — as a woman torn between her heart and her head, in love with Max but wanting to give her childish husband one more chance to make right: vulnerable but determined, with a resolve to survive in circumstances beyond her control.
It was compelling show, with nuanced performances by an outstanding cast. Though you may have missed the final performances, there’s more great work waiting in the wings from WCP.
“Dial M For Murder.” Justine De Angelo, Jesse Seann Atkinson and Eduardo Mora stared in this tale of murder, blackmail and revenge. Recently finished its run at the Westminster Community Playhouse, 7272 Maple St, Westminster, CA 92683, ticketing information for upcoming shows available online at http://www.wctstage.org, or call (714) 893-8626.

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“dial m for murder” was performed at the westminster community playhouse (wcp photo).
even the best laid plans may go awry … how much more so, when planned by the shallow and the scheming?
westminster community playhouse had a mind for murder in its most recent offering “dial ‘m’ for murder,” a friendship turned forbidden romance has been put to rest by wealthy english socialite margot wendice (justine deangelo) and her friend and former paramour, max halliday (eduardo mora), an american scribe of radio plays.
formerly unhappily married to english tennis luminary tony wendice (jesse seann atkinson), she’s found herself giving the relationship one more try, as the previously juvenile athlete has become much more loving and responsive within the last year… just about the time she had lost her purse at the train station — a purse containing the most precious of max’s love letters to her, the one she couldn’t bring herself to burn. but max, who fancies himself an expert on crime (having produced it 52 times a year, through his radio screenplays) finds the timing of the loss of the damning letter and tony’s reformation a bit too convenient … and he’s not wrong.
indeed, having discovered the letter, tony may be incensed about affair, but moreso the possibility of losing his meal ticket: and he has plans to keep himself well taken care of, while exacting his revenge. contacting an old school chum who’s turned to petty crime, c.a, swann (mason meskell), tony reveals he’s not only been following him, but plans to blackmail him — if he doesn’t do away with margot. caught between a rock and a hard place, the enraged man has little choice but to agree.
jesse seann atkinson was delightfully wicked as tony: alternating between his aloof air and determined menace, sure that his devious plans will unfold as he intends, and adapting when events stymie said plans; eduardo mora’s max was an earnest, if unlikely, heroic figure — initially willing to accept his love’s decision to make her marriage work, but prepared to be there should it not; mason meskell was alternately menacing and sympathetic, as a fallen friend unable to overcome his self-created circumstances; and eric nelson as inspector hubbard was a crafty and astute investigator, fully aware that things are not as they seem.
but it was justine deangelo as margot that the entire piece revolves around — as a woman torn between her heart and her head, in love with max but wanting to give her childish husband one more chance to make right: vulnerable but determined, with a resolve to survive in circumstances beyond her control.
it was compelling show, with nuanced performances by an outstanding cast. though you may have missed the final performances, there’s more great work waiting in the wings from wcp.
“dial m for murder.” justine de angelo, jesse seann atkinson and eduardo mora stared in this tale of murder, blackmail and revenge. recently finished its run at the westminster community playhouse, 7272 maple st, westminster, ca 92683, ticketing information for upcoming shows available online at http://www.wctstage.org, or call (714) 893-8626.


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Outgoing Vice President for digital services, data analytics and business development, MTN, Stephen van Coller, will leave the group at the end of August.
Stephen van Coller has resigned to take up a group CEO position at another JSE-listed company.
In a statement issued on the JSE’s Stock Exchange news service on Thursday, MTN Group CEO, Rob Shuter said Van Coller’s successor will be announced “in due course”.
The telecommunications group did not say which company he is joining.
Van Coller joined MTN in October 2016 from Absa, where he was head of the Corporate and Investment Bank.
Shuter said Van Coller “played an instrumental role in designing the new Bright strategy and ensuring its focus on building out the new digital services area”. Bright underpins MTN’s renewal and growth plans.
In the 2017 financial year, Van Coller was paid R19.5-million by MTN. This included his salary of R7.7-million and R10.3-million in bonuses.

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outgoing vice president for digital services, data analytics and business development, mtn, stephen van coller, will leave the group at the end of august.
stephen van coller has resigned to take up a group ceo position at another jse-listed company.
in a statement issued on the jse’s stock exchange news service on thursday, mtn group ceo, rob shuter said van coller’s successor will be announced “in due course”.
the telecommunications group did not say which company he is joining.
van coller joined mtn in october 2016 from absa, where he was head of the corporate and investment bank.
shuter said van coller “played an instrumental role in designing the new bright strategy and ensuring its focus on building out the new digital services area”. bright underpins mtn’s renewal and growth plans.
in the 2017 financial year, van coller was paid r19.5-million by mtn. this included his salary of r7.7-million and r10.3-million in bonuses.


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Be honest with yourself! How many of us just have this one pile of junk in our rooms, house, somewhere in a corner just waiting to be cleaned up? Remember when you were told to clean your room as a child and you would hide all the junk you could under the bed and saying to yourself, “Please don’t stink, please don’t stink!”? What about as you grew older and a date was coming over. You hide all your dirty laundry in the closet, under the bed, in the dresser. You run around frantically wasting an entire bottle of air freshener saying, “Please don’t stink, please don’t stink!” Remember as time passed and you were so worried about where to hide all the junk and spraying the entire with air freshener to cover it up that you forgot where you hid it all? As time passes, you run across hidden things that you thought were gone forever just to remember that YOU originally hid it there in the first place! You covered up the smell so good that you didn’t think there was any problem and that it was not a big deal.
My friends, that used to be me. Recently, I have had to grow-up a little bit more and realize that you cannot find all the personal ‘Junk & Garbage’ that I have hidden, collected and covered up over the years. Believe you me, no matter how much you try and cover up the smell, it will rise to the surface and it will be found. People in your life WILL start to notice a difference.
It becomes just like telling a lie to cover-up another lie and the only one that knows the truth is God. You start out lying to yourself. Then, you have to lie to others to cover up the lie you have convinced yourself of in the first place in a futile attempt to cover-up the stench. You start getting out of character, but you still believe that it is no big deal and all is well – by the way, which is another lie! Once you fall into this trap and you do not come to reality soon and get off of, ‘Fantasy Island’, and stop hiding, you have believed a lie that you will take to your own grave. In the end, while you lied to yourself and lied to everyone else…as your body is lying in your grave, your soul will be burning in the fires of Hell for eternity.
An example of this can be found in Genesis 3:8-9 that says, ‘And they heard the voice of the LORD God walking in the garden in the cool of the day: and Adam and his wife hid themselves from the presence of the LORD God among the trees of the garden. And the LORD God called unto Adam, and said unto him, Where art thou?’ In that statement, “Where art thou?”, I do believe God was calling out to the spiritual location of Adam. God already knew exactly what had happened and where they were physically. God wanted to know where Adam was spiritually!
You just cannot do it on your own, cause believe me, you will go crazy trying. I had to wholeheartedly and honestly ask Jesus Christ, the ultimate ‘Cleaner & Finder’ to forgive me! To help me find and clean up all the personal ‘Junk’ that I have hidden in my heart. To help me clear out all the personal ‘Garbage’ that was weighing my heart down and causing it to sink lower and lower, away from God. My heart was turning into a garbage & junk truck and it was dropping pieces, affecting those around me. It was starting to crowd out the Holy Spirit’s presence! Where am I now? I still have a mess to clean to clean up as God shows me more and more cracks and crevasses that I have to clean and sanitize. In reflection, God brought is bringing it to the surface and God is telling me that I have the power to clean it up myself. And still now, I am beginning to clear out more space for more of God to dwell inside my heart!
Jesus said it best in Luke 10:19 when he said, “Behold, I give you the power to tread on serpents and scorpions, and over all the power of the enemy: and nothing shall by any means hurt you.” So the best advice right now I can give anyone at all is, repent, be humble and willing to obey, let Jesus truly come into your heart and do not be afraid to let the presence the Holy Spirit dwell within you. Be ready with a lot of spiritual garbage bags to place all the garbage and junk into that is pointed out to you. Tie them up and cast them right back down into the incinerator, the fires of Hell, from which they came!
Isaiah 54:17 – No weapon that is formed against thee shall prosper; and every tongue that shall rise against thee in judgment thou shalt condemn. This is the heritage of the servants of the LORD, and their righteousness is of me, saith the LORD.

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be honest with yourself! how many of us just have this one pile of junk in our rooms, house, somewhere in a corner just waiting to be cleaned up? remember when you were told to clean your room as a child and you would hide all the junk you could under the bed and saying to yourself, “please don’t stink, please don’t stink!”? what about as you grew older and a date was coming over. you hide all your dirty laundry in the closet, under the bed, in the dresser. you run around frantically wasting an entire bottle of air freshener saying, “please don’t stink, please don’t stink!” remember as time passed and you were so worried about where to hide all the junk and spraying the entire with air freshener to cover it up that you forgot where you hid it all? as time passes, you run across hidden things that you thought were gone forever just to remember that you originally hid it there in the first place! you covered up the smell so good that you didn’t think there was any problem and that it was not a big deal.
my friends, that used to be me. recently, i have had to grow-up a little bit more and realize that you cannot find all the personal ‘junk & garbage’ that i have hidden, collected and covered up over the years. believe you me, no matter how much you try and cover up the smell, it will rise to the surface and it will be found. people in your life will start to notice a difference.
it becomes just like telling a lie to cover-up another lie and the only one that knows the truth is god. you start out lying to yourself. then, you have to lie to others to cover up the lie you have convinced yourself of in the first place in a futile attempt to cover-up the stench. you start getting out of character, but you still believe that it is no big deal and all is well – by the way, which is another lie! once you fall into this trap and you do not come to reality soon and get off of, ‘fantasy island’, and stop hiding, you have believed a lie that you will take to your own grave. in the end, while you lied to yourself and lied to everyone else…as your body is lying in your grave, your soul will be burning in the fires of hell for eternity.
an example of this can be found in genesis 3:8-9 that says, ‘and they heard the voice of the lord god walking in the garden in the cool of the day: and adam and his wife hid themselves from the presence of the lord god among the trees of the garden. and the lord god called unto adam, and said unto him, where art thou?’ in that statement, “where art thou?”, i do believe god was calling out to the spiritual location of adam. god already knew exactly what had happened and where they were physically. god wanted to know where adam was spiritually!
you just cannot do it on your own, cause believe me, you will go crazy trying. i had to wholeheartedly and honestly ask jesus christ, the ultimate ‘cleaner & finder’ to forgive me! to help me find and clean up all the personal ‘junk’ that i have hidden in my heart. to help me clear out all the personal ‘garbage’ that was weighing my heart down and causing it to sink lower and lower, away from god. my heart was turning into a garbage & junk truck and it was dropping pieces, affecting those around me. it was starting to crowd out the holy spirit’s presence! where am i now? i still have a mess to clean to clean up as god shows me more and more cracks and crevasses that i have to clean and sanitize. in reflection, god brought is bringing it to the surface and god is telling me that i have the power to clean it up myself. and still now, i am beginning to clear out more space for more of god to dwell inside my heart!
jesus said it best in luke 10:19 when he said, “behold, i give you the power to tread on serpents and scorpions, and over all the power of the enemy: and nothing shall by any means hurt you.” so the best advice right now i can give anyone at all is, repent, be humble and willing to obey, let jesus truly come into your heart and do not be afraid to let the presence the holy spirit dwell within you. be ready with a lot of spiritual garbage bags to place all the garbage and junk into that is pointed out to you. tie them up and cast them right back down into the incinerator, the fires of hell, from which they came!
isaiah 54:17 – no weapon that is formed against thee shall prosper; and every tongue that shall rise against thee in judgment thou shalt condemn. this is the heritage of the servants of the lord, and their righteousness is of me, saith the lord.


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Clear-up work has begun at Albertine's, the pub which burned down just as it was being done-up. The roof is gone and the damage was extensive, so this place is unlikely to join the Greater Brockley boozer revival any time soon.
Woolwich Fire Station closes shortly. 20 protesters, two security guards, two police & more in nearby van pic.twitter.com/W8xVF1ucjX— Darryl (@darryl1974) January 9, 2014Ten fire stations across London, including nearby stations in Downham, Southwark and Woolwich have closed today. New Cross Fire Station, which was originally targeted for closure, has been spared.

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clear-up work has begun at albertine's, the pub which burned down just as it was being done-up. the roof is gone and the damage was extensive, so this place is unlikely to join the greater brockley boozer revival any time soon.
woolwich fire station closes shortly. 20 protesters, two security guards, two police & more in nearby van pic.twitter.com/w8xvf1ucjx— darryl (@darryl1974) january 9, 2014ten fire stations across london, including nearby stations in downham, southwark and woolwich have closed today. new cross fire station, which was originally targeted for closure, has been spared.