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Welcome to Brisbane's Favourite Factory Outlet Directory Website. This directory has Clearance Outlets, Discount Retail Outlets and Factory Outlets in all areas of Brisbane and Specialises in Brisbane Airport, Stones Corner and West End.

Electronic Clearance Warehouse - Brand name electrical goods and electronic goods and repacked electrical items at clearance prices Sheridan

Factory Outlet - Very impressive savings on Australia's most famous brands in bed and bath lines. The ranges carried include sheets, quilts and quilt covers, bedspreads, accessories, pillows, bath towels and more. Stock is mainly first quality discontinued patterns and ranges, outlet exclusives and some slightly imperfect stock. New stock arrives in store continuously. Outstanding value.

Red Vanilla Store - Mikasa is proud to have been recognised as the leader in tabletop fashion in dinnerware, home accessories, crystal stemware and giftware. Quality and great design are synonymous with the Mikasa brand.

The world's finest tabletop designers, working with the best factories, and using the most advanced technology in the industry, create products that are not only beautiful and well-made, but suitably priced for everyone's lifestyle.

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Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Mikasa Outlet Guide

Mikasa have long been recognised as a leader in tabletop fashion, home accessories, dinnerware, cutlery and glassware.It is make a huge range of items including bowls, cookware, vases, dinner sets and many more.

However the retail and even online store's can command a higher price for these stylish items. It can also be a problem when you have a dinner set and one plate or items gets chipped or damaged. You then want to find the replacement item in the store however you find out that it has been discontinued.

At a Mikasa Outlet you have a higher chance of finding older lines including ones that have been discontinued in the regular stores. As well as finding older lines the huge bonus of an outlet store is the cheaper prices. When stocking up a new home you may consider completely refurbishing and changing your dinnerware and cutlery.

It is can take care of everything but in particular at a Mikasa Outlet you really will find the value to match. Especially if you need to buy a large amount then these savings will really help. The ever popular French, Italian and English dinnerware sets are a popular choice at a Mikasa outlet. Always check that there is no damage before you buy. This is unlikely but something that you should check.

It is can be found all over the USA so if you are looking for discount dinnerware then it certainly is worth finding your nearest one online and planning a visit. Sarah Cohen is the founder of juicyfashion . You may want to find out a complete listing of mikasa outlet stores, to find the one nearest to you.

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And the food was good, too. These are some beautiful blog posts, Mike, and the idea of the house in the background is excellent. Thanks for hauling me around.

Thanks Dan-I think a good time was had by all ;-).

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How To Attract Innit Nuffnangers To Nang You?

Most of the time my traffic will come from the Malaysia's No.1 blog aggregator, Project Petaling Street. But on a beautiful quiet rainy Sunday today, I did not post up a very much anticipated political drama and yet I have a decent uniques today thanks to innit-nuffnang. So curious, I did a bit of research which I felt would be useful for new nuffies who are utilizing innit.

Post up anything related to sex! As long as you can relate any word in English vocab that can be related to sex, you will definitely be nang-ed, I can god guaran-DAMN-tee that. It's proven! I made a quick check on the top 10 most popular innit post, whether it is all time popular, monthly, weekly or even the last 24 hours, anything related to sex will make it to the top 10. So write about sex, like I wrote about how a friend MSN me to talk about his kukujiao got infected by pimples. Even after famous DANG-ers like Tiuniasing danged, trust me, you will still be in the top 10. For no reason though, I seem to enjoy the danging from Tiuniasing, he had with him self-made fame (thinking out of the box), smart ass.

Another keyword that will attract nangs would be anything related to Nuffnang (for eg: innit, nuffies). It seems like nuffies enjoy reading about sex & nuffnang. Politics can never really make it to the top though.

Besides applying the right keyword, you can attract nangs but nanging others but of course I believe while you nanging others, your self ego will prevent you from nanging those who already got many many nangs, so that you got a chance to get to the top 10. Haha... got you there other guilty nuffnangers! If your post title is boring and yet you made it to the top 10, it is either you are freaking active in the chatbox or you nang a lot on other post so out of courtesy the other nuffnangers will nang you back.

Thanks for all the nangs from the previous post. Hope the tips above can trigger some other new nuffnangers to do something about their post. As for me, I blogged about shits, theoritically I am not good at writing about sex, I am good practically :)

When is the next whatever nuffnang gathering you nuffnangers organizing? Never really booze-ing with any of them though.

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for the Malaysia's No.1 blog aggregator, Project Petaling Street. It looks so unfriendly for the site. It is really no 1 for malaysia?


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Go Team Moshi!

Following the success of the Mind Candy Football team (it’s the taking part that counts!) the girls have decided to prove that it’s not just the boys that can go for sporting glory and have set up the first ever Mind Candy Netball team.

The league started at the beginning of November and despite no one having picked up a netball since school and the freezing cold weather it’s been a lot of fun. The team has improved so much since the first game (a 21-2 hammering from a team that really shouldn’t be in the same league!) that we have now managed our first win!

So it’s onwards and upwards in 2011 for Team Moshi and surely it’s now a Boys vs Girls competition to see who will bring back the first trophy…

Team Moshi – Kate (GD) Helen (GA) Cat (GK) Emma (GS) Kylie (WD)
Divinia (WA) Emma (C)

Roar to Victory!

There once was a squad,
who persisted to plod,
through the Battersea League 6-a-side.

Week after week,
a win they did seek,
but alas their best efforts went wide.

But on one fateful night,
when they brought the fight,
they claimed victory, fame, fortune and pride!

Monsters Mashed In Narrow Defeat

Football’s a funny old game, especially when Team Moshi Monsters took to the pitch last night for their first game in two years.

Blustery conditions didn’t dent optimism as the squad of 9 lined up for their National Anthem of ‘Hey Moshi‘.

Conway, in his trademark headband, patrolled the defense like an angry fox, swiping wildly at anyone that verged too near

Playmakers Geliher, Raithatha and Garnham gave the team its spine and battled hard in a brutal midfield. Jones’ long hours in the Underground Disco paid dividends as he danced and pirouetted past flailing limbs, confusing himself as much as the other side.

The opposition probed for weakness and early on whipped in a dangerous cross from the left. Hardman Matjaszek soared like an eagle to head the ball to safety, only to have a penalty awarded against him.

Rob the Cat kept out the spot kick with a full stretch dive, but the follow-up smashed passed his grasp.

A goalmouth scrabble early in the second half looked to put the game beyond the Monstery paws of Team Moshi when the ball bobbled home for 2-0.

In the dying moments fleet footed Smith stole up the left wing and laid on a cross for Mitchelson who, with the eagle eye of an expert animator, slotted the ball home with pixel perfect precision.

Sadly it was too little too late and the final whistle blew as Moshi surged forward searching for an equalizer that never came.

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MCFC End Of Season Surprise

In their debut season Mind Candy FC has already claimed their first piece of silverware. After weeks of hard graft, great teamwork and steely resolve Mind Candy FC landed the Most Sporting Team 2008 which was unveiled to rapturous applause at the end of season drinks event in a wind-swept Battersea.

Although no one can say that MCFC played the beautiful game particularly well (we lost pretty much every match to be honest!), it just goes to show that it is the taking part that really does count. Saying that, we hope to be back next season, fitter, stronger and more skillful than ever and maybe with a few new signings (see how far the boss’s transfer kitty goes!) we could be pushing for promotion next time!

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Mind Candy FC would like to thank the refs and organisers at The Elms for the past 10 weeks.

Team: Marty “The Foreign Legion” Batten, Ryan “Chopper” Conway, Ben “Ghost-faced Thriller” Geliher, Michael “Gazelle” Smith, Chris “Guns” Hoyes, Steve “The Tank” Pocklington.

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Stop smoking with hypnotherapy at mindserenity.co.uk Alma Griffith

How to Quit Smoking with Hypnotherapy

Are you a smoker?

Would you like to Quit Smoking using a hypnotic approach in just 2 hours?

Its fairly well accepted that smoking does damage our health and the proof is shown to us just about everywhere we look. Many smokers that I have seen in my practice started to smoke during their adolescent years when they wanted to 'experiment' and 'feel grown up' or 'cool', often wanting to be accepted by their peers or feel part of a group.

Adults start smoking for other reasons; when under pressure, stressed or anxious believing that this is a way of calming them. It then becomes a habit and is often linked to other behaviours such as: drinking alcohol, after eating a meal, after sex, socializing with friends, etc.

Some people smoke to control their weight this helps to reduce a person's appetite and can lessens their sense of taste and smell. This could be why ex-smokers gain weight after quitting cigarettes their food tastes and smells so much better.

There are some people who say they love to smoke, it gives them pleasure and makes them feel good.

Whatever your reasons we still have to accept that smoking is harmful for our health!

Lets just remind ourselves of the risks:

  • Lung cancer
  • Stroke
  • Coronary heart disease – damaging blood vessels
  • Blockages due to smoking reduces blood flow to skin & legs

Cancer of:

  • Trachea, bronchus and lungs
  • Throat
  • Larynx
  • Oropharynx (includes parts of the throat, tongue, soft palate, and the tonsils)
  • Stomach

Fertility - Smoking can make it more difficult for a woman to become pregnant and can affect men’s sperm. This may reduce fertility and also increase risks for birth defects and miscarriage.

Smoking may also affect baby's health before and after birth:

  • Stillbirth (death of the baby before birth)
  • Preterm (early) delivery
  • Low birth weight
  • Sudden infant death syndrome (known as SIDS or crib death)
  • Ectopic pregnancy
  • Oro-facial clefts in infants

Smoking may affect:

  • Bone health affecting bone density (weaker bones)
  • Teeth (bone loss) and gum disease causing tooth loss
  • Risk for cataracts (clouding of the eye’s lens that makes it hard for you to see and Macular degeneration (damage to a small spot near the center of the retina, the part of the eye needed for central vision)
  • Type 2 diabetes mellitus and can make it harder to control. The risk of developing diabetes is 30–40% higher for active smokers than nonsmokers.
  • Inflammation and adverse effects on immune function
  • Rheumatoid arthritis

Why is it so hard to stop smoking?

A study issued through the Journal of Applied Psychology demonstrates that hypnosis is 3 times more efficient at assisting someone give up smoking than nicotine replacement, and 15 times more efficient than making use of will power alone. Studies have shown that nicotine replacement therapy (NRT) and willpower might not be the most effective methods in order to quit smoking; in reality, hypnotherapy has been described as being respectively 3 times and 15 times stronger.

Physical dependence on smoking typically has quite a small element in the total dependency. Generally, the obsession is embedded in the subconscious - the place where almost all of our habits and feelings stem from. Therefore it is no wonder that nicotine patches usually fail to cure cigarette smokers of their dependency in the long run. With all the focus on the physical addiction, the mental addiction to smoking remains unresolved, and therefore your instinctive behaviour is likely to take over again and it's not long before you head back to your previous strategies.

Why use Hypnotherapy?

Hypnosis is recognized by the medical profession now and considered a real 'drug free alternative treatment' that could help a person make positive health and life changes.

It has been used in psychological treatment since the 1950s, when psychiatrist Milton H. Erickson showed the potential of hypnosis as an aid to traditional therapy. With hypnosis, people experience a state of complete mental, physical and emotional relaxation and a heightened state of awareness, which is a normal, natural and healthy state of mind.

It has often been likened to the feelings we experience just before drifting off to sleep or on waking. Some people say it feels like daydreaming. In itself, this is a very healing state. Dr Milton Erickson described the process of clinical hypnosis as "a free period in which individuality can flourish".

When experiencing hypnosis, the conscious mind takes a rest and allows the hypnotherapist to tap into our subconscious (or unconscious mind) the storehouse of information using visualization, smells, tastes, feelings, and makes positive changes to thought patterns, habits or negative behaviours. You are not unconscious and you will be aware of the therapist talking to you throughout the session guiding you with positive suggestions to help the subconscious mind bring about positive changes to your unwanted habits.

Because it is a state of natural deep relaxation, there will be many times in our daily lives we have experienced hypnosis without being aware of it because our subconscious mind takes over. It is safe, and effective.

An expert hypnotherapist will help a smoker to make this radical change in just two hours and when you look at the data, it looks to be the best way of getting rid of this damaging habit.

When you choose hypnotherapy to stop smoking the hypnotherapist will enable you to change the fundamental beliefs that are supporting your current smoking habits by locating the triggers that create the smoking behaviour. You will receive an in-depth evaluation, which will help to tailor the hypnotherapy session to your particular needs, ensuring it is more powerful. You have to be committed 100% to want to quit smoking and have the strength of mind to be successful. This is what Alastair did and he is still a NON-SMOKER!

Research now suggests that a hypnotic approach is the most efficient way to stop smoking, and an article in the New Scientist supported this theory with the largest scientific analysis of ways of breaking the behaviour. New scientist research http://www.newscientist.com/article/mg13618450.700-how-one-in-five-have-given-up-smoking.html

You will begin to notice that your health has greatly improved with increased energy, vitality and fitness levels. Not only does this convey enormous health results to the cigarette smoker, but also to their family and other people around them who may have been at the receiving end of countless amounts of second-hand cigarette smoke.

Click on Alastair's experience on how he quit smoking after One session of Hypnotherapy/NLP!

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Wednesday, August 15, 2007

I'm A Baaaaad Girl

Yes, I bought from Papertrey last night. I showed up right at 9:00 and the site promptly crashed. I guess we were a little excited, all bamillion of us. I tried so, so hard and never did get a chance to see the tins, boxes & bags last night. The images weren't showing up. I saw them today, tho. Cute! So I just got the stuff I had to have - some stamp sets, some punches that were back in stock. I thought I'd wait (gasp!) on the new stamp sets. Don't get me wrong, I totally want them, but I want to first see what other people do with them. I'll probably get them next if Nichole does indeed to do Christmas stamps next month, like she hinted at last night on Splitcoast before the actual launch. It was a "blink and you missed it" hint, because the room was crazy! But yay to Nichole for hanging out with us and for her awesome new release.

Ok, here comes the bad part. I also ordered from SU! on Monday, knowing darn good well that Papertrey was releasing fun new stuff on Tuesday night. I think I may have some sort of impulse issues. Or zero self-control. I'm undecided. Ooh, it could be both. I'm sure Shawn's vote is for both. But the only reason I ordered so close together is because I had been tweaking my SU! order for about 2 weeks, and finally got it just right. And once I was convinced it was just right, I had to do it quickly before I thought of something else I "needed". And wouldn't you know it, 2 days later I realized some stuff I left out. Eh, I'll just tack it to my next list. See? It's neverending. Yes, there's definitely some issues there. But it's not my fault. I mean, with Papertrey releasing new stuff every month, and now SU! having 2 catalogs a year, not to mention the mini's...Ok. I see your point. Ahem. Hi, my name is Mint and I'm addicted to stamps. Uh, don't get the wrong idea here. I'm not looking for help, I'm just admitting I have a problem. And from what I hear, that's the first step. Yeah, one step works for me.

Stamp: Love Matters (SU!), Ink: Certainly Celery (SU!), Paper: Whisper White, Certainly Celery CS & DS, Night of Navy (all SU!), Accessories: Certainly Celery ribbon (SU!), clear embossing powder (SU!), eyelets (making memories), Cricut flowers

Cards of Maria said...

You make really beutiful cards. =0)

Aunt T said...

Another pretty card. Good for you on placing your orders. I love Papertrey and am anxious to see what holiday stamps they release next month!

Amy said...

The true sign of someone addicted to stamps is the RATIONALIZING baby, and you do it in spades here! But that's ok, you've joined the club. And it's important to belong to clubs, isn't it? It's good for the psyche, I say! I held off on the PTI stamps cuz I'm not a big Halloween girl (but the candy is good), but all the fun tins and bags are tempting. I think I'll go check it out right now. Hugs to you today Mint. I'm glad you're getting some traffic here now!

marciad said...

Beautiful card. Really like your color choices. Do you have a paper "collection" too. I know I do:)

Kelly Albright (aka BrightIdeas) said...

This is a great card, love the color combo. I have this set and need to use it more. I like what you've done!

Princess Matilda said...

Great card, and I hear you on Papertrey. I stayed up late on several occasions to get the stamps! I will be waiting to see what you do with them!

Janet said...

LOVE this one! And I have that I am so going to case you!

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Tuesday, 22 June 2010

English jouissance

Charles gets to the heart of English national jouissance - the way that we take pleasure (albeit a mean, miserable, grumbling sort of pleasure) in pain. We're back exactly where we want to be, with our backs against the wall, with just enough hope to make the pain exquisite. (I must confess to a certain measure of disappointment when England qualified from the group stage with ease in 2006 - where was the jouissance in that? Never mind - we still had the indifferent performances to moan at.) It's a classic case of finding satisfaction in the ostensible blocking of a desire. So far, the England team - like the policeman in The Wicker Man - have played their parts in this national carnival of defeatism perfectly, if, necessarily, unwittingly. The test now is whether they can disappoint us by starting to play well.
I'm pleased to hear that John Terry's challenge to Capello's authority has reputedly gone down badly with the rest of the England squad. The Times argued that Terry isn't as popular in the squad as he'd like to think he is - which says something for the rest of the players' judgement. Terry is tabloid thinking incarnate, and it's heartening that his attempt to curry populist favour didn't come off. The assertion of player power under Sven had predictably poor results; and I for one have more faith in Capello's tactical intelligence than that of England players who were consistently under-achieving at international level while Capello was winning championships with some of Europe's top clubs. I'm sure I'm not the only one who has enjoyed seeing the swaggering egos of England's players reined in by Don Fabio's disciplinarian regime.
The growing discontent with Capello - led by Andy Townsend on television - has taken a predictably xenophobic turn, although the thinking seems particularly confused, even by the standards of xenophobia. As ever, the xenophobic complaint seem to revolve around the issue of "passion". Now, it was easy for the pundits to complain about of lack of passion from Sven because this fitted the stereotypical image the English have of Swedes. But it's a problem trying to make such complaints marry with the stereotypical image of Italians, not to mention Capello's animation on the touchline. So now the complaint seems to be that only an Englishman can muster the requisite passion to manage the national side. As Townsend disgracefully remarked on ITV the other day, "Capello will be in Lake Garda in a few months, what does he care?" (Did being born in Maidstone, Kent and never living in Ireland prevent Townsend from being sufficiently passionate when he played for the Republic, I wonder?) And anyone who thinks that "passion" will cure England's malady need only remember the pathetic sight of Kevin Keegan making those puff-up-your-chest gestures on the touchline as a shambolic England were easily beaten by Germany at Wembley.
As Giovanni pointed out in the comments, England's problem is not a deficiency of passion or effort, much as it looks that way. There's an uncanny quality about England performances like the one against Algeria. The team have an underwater lethargy, almost as if they are subject to a higher gravity than the opposition, prematurely exhausting them. While the opponents skip about, easily finding passes, England lumber, the ball bobbling awkwardly off their feet, the options for the player with the ball narrowing every second until even a simple square pass becomes impossible. (For those who say England play to their level at the World Cup - can they remember a time when Lampard, Gerrard or Rooney played remotely as badly for their club?) A curious attitude of desperate hope and fatalistic despair takes hold of the team. The blustering attacks that the odd player manages to muster seem destined to fail, as if they run up against an invisible forcefield. You know that they won't score, but you can't stop hoping that they will. Other international teams play badly, but there's a particular quality about England's bad performances. England have put in performances like that under every manager for as long as I can remember. As I've remarked before, why this is the case poses all sort of interesting questions - about the nature of a psychology that is not only collective, but that repeats itself over time with completely different personnel. But it's confidence, not passion, that breaks England out of this fugue - will they be able to muster that confidence tomorrow? A quick goal, and we could see a repeat of England's demolition of Poland in the third game in 1986, but the longer the game goes on without a breakthrough, the greater the chance that The Fear will creep back in . . .

  1. For those who say England play to their level at the World Cup - can they remember a time when Lampard, Gerrard or Rooney played remotely as badly for their club?

    Ah, but that's the crux of the matter, isn't it - how do you define "playing well", and disambiguate it from "play with confidence", and further disambiguate how much of this confidence has to do with the stakes of the game, and how much is just an automatic reflex that develops along with your skills?

    There is a piece of research I wanted to track down for an earlier post here, but didn't, that says that one of the reasons why Brazilians are better at football is that they spend much longer time as kids playing informally, and it is when you play informally that you try - hence learn - to do crazy things like bicycle kicks and so forth. Deferring the moment when you wear the kit and scores are kept means prolonging this time and allowing you to mature better as a player - or so the theory goes. So when the England team said earlier in the week that in practice they all play magnificent football, I was unimpressed. Well of course you did! But making that step up into the game is not just a matter of psychology, I would argue. At the end of the day, you need to be so skilled that you know you can make an outrageous play even in the big game. Zidane's volley in the Champions League final, that Van Basten goal in Euro 88, they weren't just the product of confidence. They were so skilled that they simply knew they would pull it off.

    So Rooney plays very well in the Premiership. That's fine. But in the overwhelming majority of those games he's playing for the best team on the park by a long margin - so he gets better ball, with more time, etc. - and the individual games don't matter as much as a game in the World Cup, even if the opponent is a minnow. So when he does outrageous things in the Premiership, and fumbles in the World Cup, you say hey, it's a matter of confidence, and to a point I agree, but it's also a matter of skill. You need to be skilled enough to be able to carry your level of play to the bigger stage. The teams that can do that win the World Cups.

  2. Fascinating posts Mark.

    What I find most interesting is the strange, almost occult complicity between fans and players in creating this psychic forcefield around the goals. The English fans' favourite song on the SA terraces isn't Four Lions (itself an ode to disappointment) but the theme to The Great Escape. A film that, of course, ends with all of the hapless English characters being rounded up, machine gunned or imprisoned by the villains...

    Brazil's fans' songs?? A Taça do Mundo é Nossa (The World Cup is Ours) or Que Bonito e (How Beautiful It Is). Can you imagine English fans singing either of those songs?

  3. The above comment might've been better if I'd written Three Lions rather than Four...

  4. "For those who say England play to their level at the World Cup - can they remember a time when Lampard, Gerrard or Rooney played remotely as badly for their club?"

    This statement doesn't really fit in with your larger argument, if the collective psychology plays such a big part in international performance then the precise reason they are elevated above their level for their respective clubs is because they are surrounded by players from other nations and footballing cultures who make up for the English players psychological flaws, and offset those flaws.

    This argument can be extended to all aspects of 'footballing ability' which England are deficient in, and perhaps explain why they keep looking around at each other as if they are forced to play with a bunch of idiots below them, when in actual fact they contain as many alleged world class players as any top premiership team: Cole, Lampard, Rooney, Gerrard.

    What is really interesting in the last week, as you point out, is the bizarre emerging xenophobia, and the 'boredom' debate that popped up.

    I have heard many pundits genuinely touting Harry Redknapp as a better manager (the implication being a better rabble rouser), but a quick look at the respective records finds that Harry has one FA Cup and a premier league fourth place, while Capello has 5 Serie A titles, two La Liga titles and a champions league – one of the most celebrated European Cup final performances nonetheless. In any other situation apart from the national team this argument would be dismissed as absurd, but invoke ‘English passion’, and now it makes sense?

    This hypocrisy of the pundit can be traced through several other issues: Messi isn’t world class until he does it in a world cup but Rooney is the best striker in the world, the Champions League is at a higher level than international football but player x isn’t good enough for international football, and – on 5 live – what about ‘the players we thought were rubbish who have been brilliant at the world cup’ with Diego Forlan genuinely included alongside New Zealand’s Shane Smeltz. Yes that Forlan confirming that pundits celebrate not knowing anything about foreign leagues and being unable to pronounce players names.

    Is it all cultural imperialism and isolationism? Is it that we have an unjustified superiority complex with British football that is only truly unmasked at a world cup?


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Black Madonna will come down for you
With open arms and a veil to hide her face
And Black Madonna will come down for you
And there is no sickness and there is no suffering
And there is no anguish and no anger that she cannot erase

You might see Black Madonna
Walking between the sheets of an angry day
Or you might see her smile
A strange-sad smile as she steps out of your way
Or you might not see her at all
But she might be coming down for you
With her arms spread wide and her head on fire
‘cause she sees you been down so long

There isn’t a sin that you could make
That she will not forgive

But oh, Black Madonna, I did not believe her beauty
I thought I did not need her mercy
I thought I did not need
Traded my belongings and my body
My memory and my mind
My center of gravity and my sense of direction
‘til I woke up half an hour from the city
And realized I had lost all sense of the passage of time
So I don’t know if it’s been a day or a week or a year
All I know is I’m still here
And I always thought you’d lift me up
And you never did
What the fuck?

There isn’t a sin that you could make
That she will not forgive
No there isn’t a sin that you could make
In the ways that a stray must live

So what I wanna know is this
If you believe in everything fitting into a kind of place
If you believe that everything and everybody
Has a certain space they fit into babies
Entering into a welcoming world
In jubilant curls of star gazing wonder
And the sick yes even the sick
Just a shuffling into sleep’s dark brother
And the sleepers in the sleet
The heaps in the street
Nestled under trestles for to get a little heat
And if the trestles watch over the sleepers
And if life ushers her lucky winners
Through fleshy gates to four star dinners
And if sleep ushers his population
To plug into the dream life radio station
And if thin souls whose bodies haven’t wrecked them
Walk smoky streets that know and expect them
Then what I want to know is this
What of strays who have turned their backs on the god of strays?

What of strays who’ve turned their backs
On the god of strays, yeah, what of them?

Oh Black Madonna I was thinking about the days that I spent with you
‘cause now I doze and daze and drown
And cling to the wreckage of a sinking town
And I walk your dire streets in search of anything that’s still pure
‘cause I once thought you watched over me
But now I’m not so sure

Ваше мнение


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Sunday, July 5, 2009

Celebrating the 4th of July in style

At the American Ambassador's residence

the food was excellent and I tried for the first time grits with shrimp, truly delicious!!
What an honour was to be invited ^_^

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Enjoying the 1st of July

Oh Canada!!!
mmm Canada day this year was relaxing and yummy with some nice peach margaritas courtesy of Martha Stewart, we mixed a little bit strawberries in with the peaches and they seemed even more delicious. You can find the recipe here, they are perfect for summer.


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Monday, April 28, 2008

Round and round the roundabout

On Friday, I started to have nightmares about returning to school. In one, I was frantically trying to pick up a stack of paper that I needed for my classes, but my hand kept going through the papers like I was some sort of ghost; in another, I arrived in class only to realize that I had no idea what I had planned to teach; in all of them, I was desperately, woefully late.

The better vacation is, the harder it is to return to work, so between that, the dismal forecast, and today's after-school faculty conference, I was really not looking forward to school today. But for a Monday after vacation, it wasn't so bad. My special kindergarteners are always delightful after a break: just dazed enough to be relatively calm during our first period class and full of fun (and possibly fabricated) stories about their vacation. (My favorite? "I brushed my teeth!" Like, hmm, I'm hoping that wasn't a unique spring break activity.)

My special fourth graders are always detestable after a break: insolent, rude, and generally opposed to learning of any kind. I started second period with an off-the-cuff discussion of Iron Man and transitioned into a cheery "Welcome back, I hope you all had a great vacation, now please come and meet me at the carpet" and was met with the kind of groans and glares I might expect after announcing some kind of hideous exam. I've started doing more read alouds with my classes, though, and they got into Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs, which is one of my favorite books ever, so I hope we're able to keep the momentum going next week.

My third graders were fine; one of them had a sourpuss face on and I scored some giggles by modeling it back to him. That's always dicey because I don't want my students to feel like I'm mocking them, but I went for it because he and I are on good terms and it worked; he laughed and the glower disappeared.

My first graders...oy! All 25 of them still think they're the only one in the class who could possibly have anything of value to say. So as a consequence, when I make an announcement like, "Please make one pile out of your papers so I can collect them, and when I see that your table is ready I will ask you to come to the carpet," at least 8 kids are up and out of their seat to surround me with follow-up questions and comments: "Can I go to the bathroom? Can I share?
I'm not finished! E.J. hit me with a pencil!" And no matter how many times I explain to the chattering masses that they all need to be in their seats, general mayhem ensues. I think I need to work out some kind of system with them.

And my second graders, the ones who drive me to the brink nearly every single Monday, were amazingly well-behaved! Possibly because I bribed them with a potential reward at the end of the period, which they all earned with the exception of one. I pushed my luck by reading them Jane Yolen's Owl Moon at the end of the period, which is a beautiful book but one that really requires calm and quiet in the room to be appreciated. (Before I read it I always make a big deal about how the language is lovely and relaxing and so we all need to be relaxed and quiet to let it sink in.) And they were into it!

Lately I've been teaching similes by reading Audrey Wood's Quick as a Cricket ("I'm as quick as a cricket, I'm as slow as a snail, I'm as small as an ant, I'm as large as a whale") and asking the kids to try out their own similes, which they've done to great success (some of my favorites: "I'm as dirty as a pig," "I'm as small as a mouse"). I decided that, to teach metaphors, I'm going to play the R. Kelly song "The World's Greatest" that was performed at the Opening Ceremonies of the 2002 Winter Olympics Games: "I'm that star up in the sky, I'm that mountain peak up high -- hey, I made it, I'm the world's greatest!" I suspect that they'll really enjoy listening to the song; now I just have to think of an interesting activity to go along with it.

And for my fifth graders, who have been reading about Anne Frank and who thus are probably a little too mature for Quick as a Cricket, I'm going to try out the two Langston Hughes poems about dreams: "Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun?" (simile) and "If dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly" (metaphor). And then next week, to continue with the theme of descriptive language in all my classes, we're going to listen to a neat audio recording of Mem Fox's Wilfred Gordon McDonald Partridge that I found on Power Media Plus and draw pictures to go along with the descriptive text.

And that's the round-up!

Saturday, April 26, 2008

What I Did On My Spring Break

  • played Trivial Pursuit '90s Edition
  • performed all three key roles at the family seder: leading it, asking the Four Questions, and finding the afikomen
  • did a colossal spring cleaning in my apartment
  • baked multiple kosher for Passover items
  • ate matzoh brei
  • went running in Central Park
  • drank Jamba Juice
  • saw Forgetting Sarah Marshall
  • bought new jogging gear
  • had a shake at the famed Shake Shack on 23rd Street
  • ran in the Adidas Run for the Parks in Central Park
  • visited my former, beloved freelance job
  • ate half of a Sno-Cone (before I dropped it)
  • came in last place at Trivia Night at Pete's Candy Store in Williamsburg
  • tasted Turkish delight (which I only recently learned is not actually a fictional candy that C.S. Lewis invented for The Lion, The Witch & The Wardrobe, as I had previously believed) for the first time, at Economy Candy on the Lower East Side
  • went running at Jones Beach
  • saw Saturn through the high-powered telescope at the Columbia University observatory
  • rooted for the Mets (and an alum from my alma mater!) at Shea
  • saw a Josh Ritter show in Williamsburg
  • ate gelati at La Lanterna in the West Village
  • taught my two-year-old cousin how to make Herculean noises of effort while stretching
  • saw three brides having photos taken in Central Park
  • bought an Oscar de la Renta robe on major markdown at the mall
  • overhauled my spring wardrobe
  • bought chocolate at Jacques Torres on the Upper West Side
  • treated myself to a manicure and a pedicure
  • got mildly sunburned
  • wore pretty spring dresses
  • ate many grilled chicken salads
  • drank many iced lattes
  • made headway in reading a library book for the first time in months
See how much I can accomplish when I'm not...working?

Monday, April 14, 2008

Tough times behind

My day started with the longest paper cut ever (courtesy of a stubborn sentence strip)...and it ended with my lowest moment as a teacher.

I have a second grader whom I suspect might be on some kind of medication, because some weeks he is quiet and calm and gets all his work done in a timely fashion, albeit with a vaguely vacant look in his eyes, and some weeks he is inexcusably disruptive. This week it was the latter. He made clicking noises at the meeting area. He interrupted to say rude things. He laughed inappropriately.

I think I handled the situation badly. His class, who always gives me trouble, is by far my least favorite to teach. I go in there anticipating a battle, and it shows. And the kids maintain the attitude that they're not obligated to behave, since I'm not their regular teacher.

So things with Mr. Personality quickly spiraled out of control. He started to run around the classroom, jumping over tables and knocking over chairs. He yelled and beat his fists against his chest. He rolled around on the floor, kicking his legs up into the air and sucking his thumb.

The rest of the class seemed virtually unfazed. After a while, I brought them back to the meeting area and read them a book while Mr. Personality continued his wild spiral around the classroom. If I had hoped that ignoring him might wear him out, I was out of luck.

Eventually it was time for us to head downstairs, at which point, naturally, my friend sprawled himself out on the floor and refused to move. When I headed over to the phone to call the guidance counselor (who didn't answer), he jumped up to shove a few kids against the door and rolled right back down to the floor, all the while making some disturbing shouting noises. I finally got the class out the door, with my friend holding my hand, when he came to a dead stop on the stairs.

I was getting a little frantic. Here I had 25 kids on the stairs, with one of them sitting on the floor and yelling. I was deciding whether or not I should send a few kids to the office for reinforcements or just try to tough it out when my friend, who still refused to stand up, slid himself down the rest of the stairs on his butt.

Bottom line? He feels like he doesn't have to behave when his classroom teacher isn't in the room, because he doesn't give a hoot what I think of him, because whatever consequences he might suffer for the one hour a week he spends with me are worth it. At this point in the year, I'm extremely frustrated by my inability to get some of my more challenging students to respect me and obey me, especially since a lot of these kids I'm yelling at have difficult home lives and might be going through a tough time, which I don't know about since I only see them for an hour a week. At the beginning of the year, I was probably too nice, and it got me nowhere. Now, I've turned into this mean ogre whom I intensely dislike.

I did a bad job today. Instead of reacting with sternness, I reacted with anger. Instead of defusing the situation, I only made it worse. I didn't act like the teacher I've been striving to be, and I am not proud.

Wednesday, April 9, 2008

Should I stay or should I go?

We got "preference sheets" in our mailboxes today, which means that it's time for us to list the positions we'd like to be placed in next year.

As I expected, my position was not on the list. Now, I'd gotten the heads up beforehand from a senior teacher, but no one on the administration ever said boo to me -- for all they know, I got this memo today and thought, "Hey...where's my position?" Which leaves a sort of bitter taste in my mouth, because I feel like they set up this position to fail. It's the upper grades who need a writing cluster, to prep for the state exams, and yet for reasons unknown to everyone they made it a K-2; I don't get any professional development or coaching, in comparison to the classroom teachers, who get it on a regular basis; it's my first year with Teachers College; I have 436 students in six different grades. Hello? Anybody out there?

So now it's like this Machiavellian strategic mind-fart for me to figure out what I should list as my preferences for next year, all the while worrying about whether I might get excessed (in which case I am so completely not pouring my time and effort into finding another DOE teaching job).

I guess it's just another day as a public school teacher!

You know you've made it...

...when your students write poetry about you.

April is the poetry unit in our writing workshop. Here, presented exactly as she wrote it, is one third grader's ode to me:

Miss Brave
is nice
and her
scin is
vere whate.
Miss Brave
is funny
and kind
Miss Brave
is pretty
and she
vere sweet
and smrt
She is
not mena
to us
She is allwaze
nice to us
She nvere
at us.
She is
so nice
to us
Miss Brave

Did you get all that? Here's a translation: "Miss Brave is nice and her skin is very white. Miss Brave is funny and kind. Miss Brave is pretty and she [is] very sweet and smart. She is always nice to us. She never screams at us. She is so nice to us and that is my teacher, Miss Brave."

Tuesday, April 8, 2008

50 days to go

It is almost certain that my position at my school will no longer exist in the fall.

What that means for me is less certain. My principal swears that she's going to try to keep all of her current staff, but with another 8% in budget cuts coming down the pike, I don't see how that's possible. There are at least half a dozen first-year teachers at my school, and I wasn't the last among them to be hired, but I'm still not entirely clear what that means for me in terms of seniority and excessing.

I didn't want my current job again next year anyway, so in a way it's a relief to know that it won't exist. But what are my chances of receiving my own classroom, or an AIS position in the subject and grade I want? It all remains, as ever, up in the air.

Friday, April 4, 2008

A raisin in the sun

April is National Poetry Month, and in the interest of helping my budding poets use descriptive language, I decided to revisit a lesson I tried with minimal success back when I was a completely naive, inexperienced teacher (i.e., in October): Writers describe by using their five senses.

The first time I tried this lesson, it was with my first graders, and I collected various items of minimal significance (like an empty water bottle and a pencil) and dropped them into brown paper bags that I optimistically billed as "mystery bags!" I broke them into pairs and instructed them to use their senses to describe the objects inside their mystery bags.

If you are also a teacher of young children, you probably don't need your five senses to tell you what happened next: The mystery bags mysteriously ripped; the mystery objects were mysteriously strewn about the classroom; and much grabbing, shouting, and general chaos not so mysteriously ensued.

But never let it be said that Miss Brave does not learn from her mistakes! This time around, I was standing in my kitchen at 5:30 in the morning, blankly wondering what I could give my kindergarten students to describe, when in the cabinet I spied my savior: a box of California golden raisins.

Should you ever find yourself alone with a group of young children whom you aren't quite sure what to do with, remember this one rule: If you act like something is unbelievably, indescribably cool, they will start to believe you. So believe me, I talked up this raisin. Using my five senses, I described the living daylights out of this raisin. And it worked: They were captivated, their little mouths watering.

Then I paused, for effect, and dramatically announced that I would be giving each student his own raisin.

OK. Imagine announcing to a group of young children that they are going on a trip to, say, an amusement park. Can you picture it? The gasps, the screams, the excitement? Now imagine announcing to a group of young children that you will shortly be giving them a raisin. Except imagine that they have the same reaction as they would to the amusement park announcement. That's what it was like.

So I gave everyone a raisin, with strict instructions not to taste it yet. They were like little scientists, examining their tiny raisins and noticing every bump, every spot, every wrinkle. Slowly, some of them started to think like little poets: "It looks like a cloud," or "It looks like the sun" or even "It looks like a balloon with all the air taken out." We introduced fun words like "wrinkly" and "squishy" and "juicy." And then, at long last -- after a trip to the garbage can to throw away all the raisins that had fallen on the floor in the course of our examination -- on the count of three, we all tasted our raisins.

It was the most blissful kind of brief silence I have ever experienced in a classroom. And my favorite reaction came from a sweet, round-faced little boy who threw up his hand excitedly. "When I tasted the raisin," he said, "I could feel it all the way down to my toes!"


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Wednesday, 19 May 2010

Day 10 : Goodbye

What a few days, let me tell you mission log! Coms went down again and we've been super busy cutting together the documentary on the fly but I'm here to deliver the final story of the mission.

After we got back some satellite dishes we were good to go- that was until those dumb mountain extraterrestrials found and started trying sieging our ship. This is something you don’t do, it’s freakin’ dangerous for everyone involved when the engines are being fired up. Things got pretty heated and our ship would have probably toppled if it wasn’t for Uri’s super smarts. Do you remember our little buddies? Well jeez there are quite many now! We released them from the jars out the window and we finally found out what food they like to eat, and boy can they eat! I do feel kind of bad for the mountain aliens as although they were douchey they probably didn’t deserve that. All I wanted was one lousy rock.

It has been a crazy fun time here. I will miss you, strange planet. It has been a weird journey but I’m rather ready for home now. Missions aren’t as fun when I run out of grape flavoured space food. See you on the next mission.

I made a small drawing to commemorate our time here. I hope you like it, mission log. I'm sure our buddies would.

Saturday, 15 May 2010

Day 9 : Bad Mission Log

Bad mission log! Malfunctioning on Day 7 and Day 8. I got you all fixed up now but don't do it again please.

Day 9 : Dishes? Check!

Remember the our past-selves landed on the planet yesterday? Well this morning we got up super early, took the long walk over there, and returned with these.

Haha man our past-selves are dumb! They have no idea. As soon as we get these satellite dishes fixed up to our ship back at the mountains we're good to go.

Mood: Sneaky

Friday, 14 May 2010

Day 8 : Aw, Snap!

Don’t worry mission log, Me and Uri put our science intellects together and figured out the reason as to why this craziness may have happened.

It seems that when travelling through the Aquila Rift we were sent back in time approximately eight days to before the strange and mysterious signal was sent. When we made our emergency landing our own DISTRESS BEACON became the source of the strange and mysterious signal.

So then our past selves back on Earth set off to find out what it is, etc. Crazy!

Oh man this is so weird! I’m going to cross it off the investigation list now though, sure feels good to have closure. But it does not feel good to have been on a wild goose chase and to still have no satellite dishes. At least I discovered a whole bunch of aliens including our little multiplying buddies (there are seriously lots of them now).

Mood: Underwhelmed and Overwhelmed

Day 8 : Nuts to This!

No no no no no no no. What the heck. A few minutes ago we spotted something entering the planet’s atmosphere in the distance, and as we got out the binoculars for closer inspection...

It’s our ship. Making an emergency landing. Just like we did. My head is extremely confused right now M.L. so I hope you don’t mind me going for a lie down. This needs pondering for sure.

Wednesday, 12 May 2010

Day 7 : Safe and Sound...

Well mission log, I got back safe and sound. For now. I don’t mean to sound ominous but I think we’re in a spot of danger having riled up all the mountain-dwelling aliens and it’s only a matter of time until they find our ship. Tomorrow we will look to leave the planet but we won’t be able to find our way back home though without the satellite dishes. Dang!

This evening I’ve tried to relax myself with drawing stuff. I added a bunch of things to the spaceship paint design and look! Now some skulls are getting zapped by the lightning. This is getting badass!

Day 7 : In a Rush

Uh oh, M.L.! The rock I took for the collection made the idol all angry. I didn’t think it would miss one rock but geez I guess so. It’s angry head is causing the caves to shake crazily and it feels like it’s going to collapse so we need to get out. On top of that me and Uri are being chased by the little aliens so I’m in a bit of a rush but I will update properly when I’m safe and sound back at the ship!

Mood: Peeved

Day 7 : The Mountain Idol

I’ve been keeping my eyes totally peeled and I’m beginning to think these dudes don’t have our dishes. However there are some strange goings on in here. I followed one of the aliens deep into the caves to the place they take the rocks. It was pretty rad to say the least. They worship this giant mountain idol in a huge cavern space and they feed all the rare rocks to it. When they do, crazy things shoot out its head really fast and the walls shake a lot. I’m thinking this is what is causing the ground tremors. I can now cross it off my investigation list. Only two more mysteries to solve. I wonder what this whole idol offering is for. In the mean time, I think I will bag one of these rare space rocks to take back to the ship for examination.

Tuesday, 11 May 2010

Day 6 : An Uncool Alien

I spent a good long time excavating one of the super rare space rocks from the cave wall when an extra terrestrial showed up and snatched it from me. This behaviour shows that he is perhaps capable of stealing satellite dishes. When I went a little further down into the cave I found a whole bunch of these dudes who are all chipping at the wall rocks. These guys don’t seem to mind me and Uri being around so I’m going to play it cool with them until I can determine if they are the perps. Also I will study these strange habits for scientific purposes.

It seems like the cave joins a network of underground spaces and I will explore this soon. But right now it is definitely time for snacks, then time for science afterwards.

Day 6 : Caving

Man! These caves sure are a sight to behold. And to top it off they are lined with all super rare rocks forms made from exoplanetary mineral compounds which I am going to bag for my collection for sure. They are easily the best space rocks I’ve seen maybe ever.

Monday, 10 May 2010

Day 5 : The Mountain Cave

We got out the cake flavoured space food for Uri’s birthday this morning, but the rest of the celebrations will have to wait. We have found a cave in the mountains, (perhaps the perps’ hideout?). We will check it out after lunch. And by check it out I mean get our freakin’ dishes back. What might await us inside the cave? Answers soon, M.L.!

Mood: Ready

Sunday, 9 May 2010

Day 4 : Planning a Trip to the Mountains

Uri got the ship fixed so we’re taking it over to the mountains soon. The perps who have our dishes better be sweating.

Mood: Vengeful

Day 4 : My Collection

‘Sup mission log. Tomorrow is Uri’s birthday. I think I will give him a rock from my collection, but not my titan meteorite, that one is my favourite. I hope he doesn’t mind getting another space rock as a birthday present. I know I wouldn’t.

Day 4 : Mixing it Up

Man, space food comes in over one hundred flavours but it sure can get boring eating it all the time. I’ve been trying out mixing them up and I’ve made a list of my findings. I will make a note of this on you, mission log, so I do not forget. The following are tasty pairs:

Macaroni and Cheese
Apples and Custard
Bangers and Mash
Chicken and Toffee

Combinations that are not so rad:

Macaroni and Custard
Beef and Jelly
Banana and Gravy
Pickle and Grapefruit

Mood: Accomplished

Saturday, 8 May 2010

Day 3 : Lots of Buddies

Look M.L., yet more new buddies. It is becoming difficult to think up names for them and also I am running out of jars. So far I have:

Any other name suggestions would be super helpful.

Mood: Pooped

Day 3 : Our Buddy's Shocking Surprise

This is a big surprise M.L.! Our new friend is now two new friends! An example of binary fission in a large organism! This means that they have no clear gender, which presents a problem in referring to them. Until I can think of something better I will just stick to “her” and “she” for now as if anything they are probably girls but hey I’m no expert.

Mood: Wtf

Friday, 7 May 2010

Day 2 : Trouble Sleepin'

I can’t sleep, mission log. I am excited about our new friend. Tomorrow I will decide a name for him and also see what he likes to eat. (But I have not forgotten about the satellite dishes).

Day 2 : New Buddy

The tracks go beyond the mountains and that’s a super long way to walk. We will fly over there when Uri has the ship fixed. Today wasn’t all bad though, because we found a new little buddy. I brought him back to the ship for study.

Also I have noticed tremors that go across the planet every hour or so. This is really annoying because it makes me spill my coffee, but at the same time it is interesting and may call for investigation. Now I that have several things to investigate I should probably make a list.

Mood: Productive

Day 2 : Thievery!

It’s me again, M.L. This morning we found some faint tracks outside our spacecraft leading towards the far mountains. And whatever was outside our spacecraft stole our satellite dishes when we were sleeping! Needless to say, mission log, I am not happy. Without the dishes we cannot transmit our DISTRESS SIGNAL to get rescue. Also we cannot navigate our way home! After lunch we will immediately get exploring to try and find the perps.

Mood: Ass kicking

(Uri puzzling over the crime scene)

Thursday, 6 May 2010

Day 1: First Night on Mystery Planet

Hi again mission log. It’s pretty late now and my eyes are tired, but I just wanted to let you know we had a blast today. I found a bunch of cool space rocks to add to my collection and Uri got most of the asteroid dents out. Also check out my awesome lightning strikes that I designed for the ship’s hull. Check back for an update when the design is done. Time for sleeps now though.

Mood: Sleepy


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Thursday, October 15, 2009

Blogtoberfest day 15 Tin of Hope tags

Yesterday I promised you photos of the tags I made for the SOF tins of Hope. First I will explain what Tins of Hope are. AS most of you know I belong to a Christian Scrap booking forum called Scrap of Faith (SOF). When any of our members become aware of someone in need of encouragement we send them an altered tin full of Bible verse tags. I usually only alter the tins (Tags are not my thing) but we are so low on suitable tags and I have a request for two tins which will be handed over on Saturday.

So these are my attempt at tags. The above pic is the beginning of a tag - the Bible verse. The I add just bits to scraps or in most of these old Basic Grey tags (see pics below).

These two pics are my work station - tags in progress.

clare's craftroom said...

What lovely tags , they are so pretty !

Quiltin' Sandy said...

Hi Gail, this reminded me of the box my DGM owned, it had all rolled papers, with inspirational bible messages, and there was a tiny pair or tweezers to pick one out to read every day. MY DM and I were only wondering recently what happened to it as I would have loved to keep it.
Your tags are really lovely! :0)

Karen's Korner said...

Lovely tags Gail.


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A Tribute to My Father, Ed Axelrod

Dad, I miss you every day.
You are always with me.

A Tribute to My Father, Ed Axelrod

Words alone cannot describe you, Dad,
To measure the impact on our lives you had.
I speak about you in the present not the past,
Because who and what you are forever will last.

You’re the Patriarch of our family, the one and only ED.
I feel you in my heart, and I hear you in my head.
You’re the Number One son, the eldest of your generation,
You are first to arrive at every family celebration.

You looked after Grandpa Julius and cared for Bessie your Mother,
You adored your sister Eleanor and loved Marvin your brother.
The first time you saw Mom you said, “You’ll be my wife.”
For more than 50 years you and her shared a life.

As the last child to come, the baby of eight,
I watched you, our Captain, steer our family ship straight.
There is Steve and Diane, Ralph and Patty Lou,
Max and Charlie, George Thomas and me, too.

Daughters in law and sons in law you took into your home,
You treat each and every one of them like they were all your own.
Along came the grandchildren, you have 21,
Three dozen more great grandchildren to add to the fun.

Aunts, uncles, and cousins too numerous to mention,
Nieces and nephews love you, without exception.

You are firm in all weather, steadfast in any storm,
You lead by example, always substance over form.
You know who you are, you’re comfortable in your skin,
You don’t play not to lose you play life to win.

You follow your conscience and do what is right,
You meet any challenge, confront any fight.
You don’t seek approval or a pat on the back,
You know from inside you are on the right track.

You believe in justice and a sense of fair play,
You can sniff out the BS from a mile away.
You know how to fix anything, you can use any tool,
You are talented, skilled, and stubborn as a mule.

Into your 70’s you played paddleball,
You took on all comers, and you could whip them all.
You didn’t smoke or drink, never had a hot toddy,
There wasn’t a prejudiced bone in your body.

You didn’t judge people by the words they said,
You watched and observed the deeds that they did.
You invested your life in doing for others,
You gave all you could to my sisters and brothers.

The first person we call whenever there’s trouble,
You’d jump in the car and be there on the double.
Our home was always open for a good meal to eat,
The stories and laughter and Mom’s cooking were a treat.

You wanted the best for all of your kids,
You sacrificed a lot so we could have what we did.

You are my coach, my friend, and my mentor,
Your priceless advice no money could pay for.
You set my moral compass, and gave me protection,
When I was aimless you gave me direction.

You are generous, selfless, friendly, and kind,
Cantankerous, feisty, and sometimes a pain in the behind.

Dependable, honest, steadfast, and true,
For 21 years you wore NYPD Blue.
After you retired from the Police Department,
You became an expert at managing real estate apartments.

You are charming, funny, athletic, and strong,
Humble, compassionate, and can admit when you’re wrong.
You’re direct, even handed, do your best to be fair,
To the people you love, you give the very best care.

You are a character, unique, one of a kind,
You have a quick wit, and a razor sharp mind.
At 15, you went to college you were the smartest kid in class,
You could do the Sunday Times crossword in an hour, sometimes half.

You have good perspective, you give sound advice,
I can talk to you about anything, I trust you with my life.
When I was 10 I was afraid of thunder and lightning,
So you walked with me in a rainstorm, to show me it wasn’t frightening.

You are tough and yet, unconditional in your love,
Your wisdom seemed divinely inspired from above.

You taught me so much, you showed me the ropes,
No matter how tough things got, you always had hope.

I learned to love music from your favorite radio show,
WNEW – AM 1130.
You liked Ella, and Benny and all the Big Bands,
But at the top of the charts, Old Blue Eyes was your man.

Realistic and optimistic, you see the good in others,
You provided for Mom, and my sisters and brothers.
You schlepped Mom to Bingo often 3 times a week,
Even when you were tired, and didn’t get much sleep.

When it comes to saving money you have some quirky ways,
You drive miles for a bargain, and the double coupon days.

You buy boxes and boxes and boxes of stuff,
Cereal, detergent, fabric softener and fluff,
Toilet paper, shampoo, and deodorant, too,
You have razors and shaving cream out the Wazoo.

There was so much crap stacked ceiling to floor,
Sweet ‘n Low, raisins, and tissues galore.
Mom would get mad cause she couldn’t close the door,
To the closet that was home to Ed’s Discount Store.

As a buyer sometimes you can be oversold,
As a giver, your heart is made of pure gold.

You are old school,
You suffer no fool.
You have little patience for people in the way,
“It’s better to give ulcers, than to get them,” you’d say.

You have no time or tolerance for those who are petty,
But you have a big soft spot for Uncle Buster and Aunt Betty.
You are quite a pair, our Annie and Ed,
Funny as Lucy and Ricky, or Ethel and Fred.

All my friends played softball, they called us the Dubres,
Every Sunday without fail Mr. and Mrs. “A” watched us play.
No matter the score when you look into the stands,
You see our two biggest fans clapping their hands.

In 1996 you made Mom’s dream come true,
You retired to Florida to begin life anew.
You made lots of new friends, there was no one above you,
100 people came to your memorial service to say that they love you.

You’re a man so well loved up North and down South,
We need two services so everyone could come out,
To pay our respects to a man we adore,
Dad, they ain’t making ’em like you anymore.

Never half hearted, always prepared,
Brave and courageous you never seemed scared.
You didn’t let on to the pain you were in,
You just pick up head and stick out your chin.

Right to the end you were cracking jokes,
You have a great sense of humor you like laughing the most.
Through everything we faced, you were always our ROCK,
I am grateful beyond words to come from your stock.

You are rich in so much more than money,
You have the love of everyone, especially your honey.
Two years ago you suffered the loss of your dear Ann,
Mom was your soul mate, the Yin to your Yang.

You and Mom are joined forever,
A match made in heaven where you are now back together.
You lived for each other and the family you had,
We are blessed to have you as our Mom and our Dad.

Everyone who knows you can tell an “ED” story,
How you enriched their lives not for your own personal glory.
Whether we call you Dad, grandpa, uncle or friend,
We will never forget you until our days’ end.

Last week you told Max, “I had a good run.”
In your heart you knew that your work here was done.
You said to me, “Mitch, I’m ready to go,
Tell everyone I love them,” I said, “Dad, they know.”

Even ravaged with terrible pain,
I never once heard you explain or complain.
Strong to your last hour, you fought to the end,
Your body was broken, but your will would not bend.

With your children beside you as you took your last breath,
Surrounded by love you passed on to eternal rest.

You came into this world in your Mom and Dad’s home,
You left it the way you wanted, in the bed of your own.
You made quite a life for a nice Jewish boy,
You busted a lot of chops, and you spread a lot of joy.

You gave us all a piece of your heart,
We cherish you Dad you will never depart.

You’d encourage us to remember that life goes on,
You’d remind us to sing Mom’s favorite song,
Today we are filled with sadness and sorrow,
You’d be the first one to tell us, “The sun will come out tomorrow.”

Today the World is a little bit lighter,
The Sun has a new star to help it shine brighter.
My greatest blessing in life is being my son’s father,
Being my father’s son is my biggest privilege and honor.

When it’s time for me to face the end of my days,
I hope to be loved in so many ways.
You may leave us in body, but your spirit lives on.
When I need to find strength, I’ll call to you beyond.

The roar of this Lion cannot be silenced; no never,
Your influence will guide us forever and ever.
Dad, you never sought acknowledgement or asked for applause,
Everything you did, you did JUST because.

This is an occasion to be solemn and pray,
For us to remember you in our own special way.

But today I ask that we depart from tradition,
To give you what you deserve, our love and recognition.

Please STAND with me now, and put your hands together,
Let’s give Dad an ovation he’ll remember forever.

I love you, Dad.
Rest in peace.

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Do We Still Hold These Truths to Be Self Evident?

Originally published 7/4/08

The American Film Institute voted it the 29th greatest American movie quote of all-time.

Spit-polished, ramrod straight, eyes ablaze, crimson neck bulging fury, Marine Colonel Nathan Jessep (Jack Nicholson) barks defiantly through his tightly clenched pearly whites:

“You can’t handle the truth!”

My dad taught me to value truth as sacred.
My mom taught me to love and put people above all things.

Here’s my truth:

I love America.
I love the idea of America.
I love the spirit of America.
I love the people of America.

As much as I love America, I love my son Adam more.
My highest calling is to do what’s best for him.

My most important job is to make a better world for Adam.

Our highest national value is leaving a better world for our children than was left to us.

If forced to choose between Adam and America, our country has failed us both.

I taught Adam what my parents taught me about truth and love. I encourage him to think for himself, trust his intuition and be responsible for his choices. His power does not come from group think, ignoring his inner compass or blaming someone else.

I’m guided by the question,

“What would love do?”

Love encourages Adam to acknowledge when he “veers off course” or “misses the mark” and to adjust his thinking, actions and behavior.

Love reminds him that making mistakes means he’s making choices. Learning from mistakes means he’s maturing. Not repeating mistakes means he’s on the way to self-mastery.

Love makes it my responsibility as a citizen to acknowledge when America “veers off course” or “misses the mark” and speak it, even if I’m a solitary voice. It’s also my responsibility to help correct it.

Here’s what I see:

America is dangerously off course.
We have severely missed the mark.

We are becoming that which we seek to destroy.

It’s in our language.
It’s in our posture and the way we treat one another.
It’s in how we speak and relate to the world.

It’s in our beliefs.
We’re the world’s sole superpower.
We’re spreading democracy.
We’re the greatest nation in the world.

It’s in our actions.
We’re aggressive and violent.
We invade and destroy other countries.
We kill countless people and call human beings collateral damage.

We’re “at war” with everything; cancer, drugs, terror and a host of other enemies we are determined to conquer.

We say we value peace, yet at Barnes & Noble…

“Waging Peace” by Scott Ritter is ranked #245,214.
“The Art of War” by Sun Tzu is #786.

Here’s the irony.

The Art of War is not about shock and awe.
It’s about how to AVOID conflict.

The art of war is to avoid war.

Sun Tzu warns that a leader who resorts to violence to win has failed.

We are not who we say we are.

We say we are loving, yet every day we kill each other over anything and everything.

We say we respect unalienable human rights, yet we commit murder, torture and heinous inhuman acts in the name of country, nationalism and patriotism.

We say liberty is our highest value, yet we voluntarily give up liberty for the illusion of security.

We say we are spreading freedom, yet our government uses surveillance to spy on us, propaganda to confuse us, and fear to control us.

We say we are a nation of laws and not men, yet the men who committed the greatest act of lawlessness (war) walk free, hold the highest offices and continue to break the law with impunity.

We say we are citizens of the world, yet we have 2,500,000 troops on 737 military bases in 156 countries (7 countries have new US bases since 9/11, an average of one per year).

We say we stand for energy independence, yet 35 years after long lines and gas rationing we are still addicted to oil and dependent on other countries to supply it.

We say we are tolerant, yet we preach hate and demonize people who are different from us.

We say we cherish free speech, yet we permit our government to confine us to “Free Speech Zones” and squelch public debate about the most vital issues of our time.

We say we seek diplomacy, yet we threaten and use force and mistake it for power.

We say we want to keep our hard-earned money, yet we allow our elected officials to waste a trillion dollars destroying another country instead of investing it to rebuild our own.

We say we value the sanctity of human life, yet our bullets and bombs have killed hundreds of thousands of Iraqis and we’ve never given them a moment of silence or a day of mourning.

We say we can handle the truth, yet we do nothing as our leaders hide (and hide behind) the coffins of our loved ones who make the ultimate sacrifice.

We say we love ourselves, yet tens of millions of us go hungry, homeless and without health care.

We say we love our children, yet we wage endless war, consume resources and degrade the planet such that they face the real danger of an unlivable world.

We say we live in the greatest country in the world, yet we are…

163rd in financial solvency
37th in health care
23rd in happiness

We say, “We’re #1!” We are #1…

1st in consumption
1st in debt
1st in health care costs
1st in crime and murders
1st in military spending

We say we stand for truth, justice and the American way, yet we sit back as our leaders lie to us and commit immoral and illegal acts in our name, while the corporate-owned media talking heads spin the American dream into a 24-hour infomercial for lotions, notions and potions.

We say a lot of things.
We are not who we say we are.

Maybe Col Nathan Jessep is right.
Maybe we can’t handle the truth.

I spend this Independence Day searching my soul and asking:

What does it mean to be an American?
Who are we?
Who do we want to be?

I recall when being an American meant more than a lapel pin, a car magnet or “you’re either with us or against us” bombastic rhetoric.

It meant being kind, compassionate, generous, welcoming, philanthropic, abundant, respected, admired, trusted, loved. It meant the “shining city on the hill” where dreams come true, where you can be whoever you want to be, where you can achieve whatever you’re willing to work for and where you can enjoy it all in the privacy of your own home.

It meant being a great parent was valued more than being an American Idol.

I meet and speak with people from all walks of life and every corner of the globe. I ask them,

“How do you feel about Americans and America?”

I’m always astounded by how people describe Americans as kind, compassionate, generous, welcoming, philanthropic, abundant, fun, respected, admired, trusted and loved. America is the place where dreams come true, where you can be whoever you want to be, where you can achieve whatever you’re willing to work for, where you can enjoy it all in the privacy of your own home.

Yet they describe our government, politics and policies as unkind, ignorant, gluttonous, selfish, disrespectful, insensitive, arrogant, untrustworthy, aggressive, violent and feared.

If what we do reflects who we are, we are not who we say we are.

So, who are we?

We are the beneficiaries of a group of renegade rebels who pledged their lives, property and sacred honor to declare their independence from a King named George. They put everything on the line to secure liberty and guarantee freedom we take for granted.

They declared the words that forever changed the face of history:

“When in the course of human events, it becomes necessary to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth the separate and equal stations to which the laws of nature’s God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.”

Are we wise enough to heed their call and courageous enough to declare the causes?

Do we love our country enough to dissolve the political bands and reclaim our moral authority?

It’s a sign of health to look in the mirror and accept the truth about who’s looking back.

It breaks my heart to look in the national mirror and see the America staring back at me.

We are not who we say we are.

We inspire the downtrodden.
We encourage the defeated.
We uplift minds.
We warm hearts.
We stir souls.

When the American flame flickers, the world is left a darker place.

It’s up to me to keep that light shining by shining the light.

It’s the least I can do for the country I love.
It’s the most I can do for my son who I love even more.

“All men are created equal, they are endowed by their creator with certain unalienable rights, among these are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.”

Do we still hold these truths to be self-evident?

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25 May 2015 @ 01:21 pm
Love Conquers All

1.9 million people turned out to vote on Friday, a 60.5% turnout that saw the highest number of ballots ever cast in an Irish referendum.

1.2 million of those people voted for marriage equality.

It seemed pretty clear by half an hour into the count that it was trending heavily toward a win for equality, but everyone here remained on pins and needles through the morning, growing increasingly hopeful as it appeared the measure wasn’t just going to pass, but was heading rapidly toward a landslide 2-to-1. My entire Twitter feed was full of people on the verge of nervous tears, and by the time the official count was announced around 5pm the whole city was basically glowing with disbelieving joy.

*One* constituency had a majority of no, by a .6% margin; another passed by 33 votes. There were a lot of places that were 51/49 in favour, and others that passed 85/15 in favour.

66,000 people were added to the supplemental voting registry in the last weeks before the vote; eighty percent of them turned out to vote.

Pundits speaking for the Church and other No Campaign organisations said they’d lost the Irish Mammy (a veritable institution), and that the women of the villages and rural communities were, it seemed, looking beyond the moment and thinking of their children and grandchildren, reckoning the odds that at least one of them would be gay, and voting not only voting yes for them, but working on their husbands to do the same.

The fear, the huge fear, here, was of the Silent No: the people who wouldn’t admit they were going to vote no, and might be skewing the polls, which were running about 52/48 in favour–but the results were 62.1% in favour, 37.9% against. It seems that there may well have been a Silent Yes, instead: a rural farmer with five children and numerous grandchildren refused any pamphlets or flyers, saying he didn’t want his neighbors to know he was voting yes, but that Ireland had to change.

The most heartbreaking story I heard coming out of the Yes Campaign was from Tipperary, where one of the canvassers came back to his group in tears. He’d just spoken to a 90 year old man who had, as they talked, broken down into tears himself and said, “It’s too late for me, but I wish you all well, and I’ll be voting yes on Friday so that it will never be too late again for anybody else.”

It’ll never be too late for anybody else. Ireland, and by extension the world, is a palpably better place than it was three days ago.

It’s not very often you can say that, that you can *know* it, with certainty, but this time? This time I think we can. Love conquers all!

(x-posted from The Essential Kit)

Lolaidancewithlife on May 25th, 2015 04:13 pm (UTC)
I'm so proud of my ancestral land :-) I sent a tweet to the pope: "Ireland: this is the future. Get a clue or die as an institution."
Deborah Blakedeborahblakehps on May 25th, 2015 05:14 pm (UTC)
This story made my week. It is nice to occasionally see some light in the darkness. Kudos, Ireland!
Liz: Criminal Minds JJ what you had to dohawkwing_lb on May 25th, 2015 06:00 pm (UTC)
We did it. We did it. I am so relieved.
Sherwood Smithsartorias on May 25th, 2015 06:04 pm (UTC)
Oh, that man, what a heartbreak. I hope he got at least some vindication from seeing such a wonderful change for the better. And a tip of the hat to Ireland for doing it right.
Nathaliespacedlaw on May 26th, 2015 06:20 am (UTC)
That is indeed a great victory for love. And businesses, since marriage (and - later - its corollary, divorce) is (are) excellent sources of funding for the myriad little industries that work around the concept.
Kevenn: Xena Gleekevenn on May 26th, 2015 01:18 pm (UTC)
Simply amazing. Congratulations to the majority there - they are in the right place! Hopefully America will follow suit by the end of next month.
lokifan: Rainbow warriorlokifan on June 11th, 2015 09:52 pm (UTC)
Oh God, that old man. So sad.

But yes, this is such wonderful news.


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Wednesday, 13 August 2008

How to convert ppm to mg/m3

According to BIPM(Bureau International des Poids et Mesures) “ppm” is “The term "ppm", meaning 10–6 relative value, or 1 in 106, or parts per million, is also used. This is analogous to the meaning of percent as parts per hundred”

According to Wikipedia “ppm” is “"Parts-per" notation is used, especially in science and engineering, to denote relative proportions in measured quantities; particularly in low-value (high-ratio) proportions at the parts-per-million (ppm), parts-per-billion (ppb), and parts-per-trillion (ppt) level.”

I think one example will be more clear. These days when everyone talks for ecology we in EU know that there is a limits of the sulfur contains in the liquid fuels. In the EU since 2007 the contain of sulfur shall not exceed 50 ppm(Euro IV). And from 2009 it must be 10 ppm.

What this digits mean actually – if you burn one litter of diesel then you will burn and 50 ppm of sulfur or 50 parts from all million. This means that you will burn 50 milliliters of sulfur! Of course the sulfur is not liquid – the stuff sulfur is a yellow crystal and it melt on 115.21 degrees. So it is impossible to be liquid in the diesel. This shows us that the ppm measurement is not so correct in when we talk about stuffs with different states – liquid and crystal.

Let see how the ppm is used in gases from chimneys and how it is used. Years ago when I have started to learn about measuring of pollutions in chimney gases everything was in mg/m3 or milligrams per cubic meter. This mean mass in volume which is also strange because we talk about gases and their masses differ and depends from temperatures and pressure. Many of the limits are given in these measurement units and if you saw the limits in EU, UK or even Bulgaria every limits are in mg/m3. For example in UK the limits of NOx in chimney gases on appliances which are new and work with liquid fuels is 450 mg/m3.

So how we should work to transfer ppm to mg/m3 at first let look for example when we have concentration of 35 ppm SO2. This mean that in one cubic meter we have 1 000 000 cubic centimeters. Then if we have 35 ppm this means that in one cubic meter there is 35 cubic centimeters of sulfur dioxide – 35 cm3/m3. Now we must find how the weight of these 35 cm3 is. And we have 25 degrees and 1 atm. pressure. From equation of Klapeyron

ρ = (M/22.4)*(ToP/PoT) – this give us a density of the gases in different temperature and pressure.
M – molecular mass of the stuff
To – normal temperature – 273K
Po – normal pressure 1.03 kg/cm2
T – measured temperature
P – measured pressure

Then in 25 Celsius degrees and 1 atm. the equitation will be

ρ = (64/22.4)*(273*1.03/1.03*298)
ρ = 2.85*0.916 = 2.617 kg/m3

So we have found the density of the 35 cubic centimeters of sulfur dioxide and it is 2.617 kg/m3. Now we could find how is the mass of sulfur dioxide in this 35 cm3:

1.35 cm3/m3 can be present as 35 x 10-6 m3/m3 = 0.000035 m3/m3
2.2.617 kg/m3 = 2 617 000 mg/m3
3.Then 2 617 000 mg/m3 * 0.000035 m3/m3= 91.56 mg/m3 sulfur dioxide

There is a simple way to calculate this here is the formula:

Xppm=(Ymg/m3*24.45)/(molecular weight)
Xmg/m3=(Xppm*molecular weight)/(24.45)
You should change the needed values.

And if you are so lazy try online converter here.

Michael said...

Try this--

mjekov said...

Thanks michael but mainly reason of mine post is to understand how to convert this and what is the mechanism of conversion.

Natalija said...

I am student in Faculty of Mechanical Engineering -Skopje on Environmental Management with master work "Decision making for Life cycle assessment and risk assessment in industrial process". I have finished Industrial Engineering and Management so I have forget chemistry staff even if was my best side in gymnasium.

So I found your side and saw that you are so good in your profession as chemical engineer, so could you help me with debts in converting emissions, please?

I have information from a company for their air and water releases in mg/m3 and mg/l and I need them in kg/kg Gross Product. It's about SO2 and CO emissions from steam petroleum jelly (мазут) boiler (we steal use it for heating:))and Cu and O2. It's a herbal tea industry.

From the formula that you have posted on the blog "Chemical Engineer"
Xppm=(Ymg/m3*24.45)/(molecular weight)
for the air emissions, I will have the kg of SO2 in the moment, (won't I?)and I need kg of SO2 and CO per year or er product, but I need only the average monthly bases of concentrations (SO2=1.569, CO=116 mg/m3, and dust 0.96mg/m3),
and for water emissions in the formula, witch density I should take as a parameter? 1kg/l or other?

Sorry for my 1 page questions, thank you in advance,

mjekov said...

Hi Natalija,
Could you tell me how much jelly you burn at year?
If you know the amount of jelly the answer is near to you. For example if you burn 1 000 kg per hour this will gave you 13 000 cubic meters chimney gases(this is a approximately and is given in CORINAIR).

1000 -> 13 000

Then you will receive from formula 13 000 m3 with concentration of SO2 = X. Let give the X just for the example 1000 mg/m3 concentration. Then we will have
13 000 m3 x 1000 mg/m3 =
13 000 000 mg SO2 or 13 kg of SO2 per hour.
So now you should put your concentration at the place of mine X or 1000.
I hope this is answer to your question about SO2.
For CO I am not completely sure what you mean. Do you mean CO2?
At the end water emissions. Do you ask me about the emissions which are IN the water or this ones who are in the water vapour?
In the first situation when the emissions are in the water then the density of 1kg/l is good choose but you should check the temperature of the water. Sometimes cooling water come out with 30 degrees and then the density falls.
In the situation when the SO2 is in the vapour then the things going totally different.
Please if you have other questions about this do not hesitate to ask me on my e-mail.

najla said...

I am a student of Chemical Engineering. Your solution for converting ppm to mg/m3 at elevated temperature and pressure seems valid.

But I am not sure about the equation of Klapeyron. Do u mind to share with me about your reference regarding the equation?

mjekov said...

Sorry najla,

Currently I am little busy right now if you wish contact with me on

#naymin said...

if you burn one litter of diesel then you will burn and 50 ppm of sulfur or 50 parts from all million. This means that you will burn 50 milliliters of sulfur!

I think 50 micro liter that should not be milliliter.

#naymin said...

if you burn one litter of diesel then you will burn and 50 ppm of sulfur or 50 parts from all million. This means that you will burn 50 milliliters of sulfur!

I think 50 micro liter that should not be milliliter.

angelitoidavid said...

I have a unique situation regarding the conversion of mg/cu m to ppm.

Could you pls help on how to convert said unit of volatile matters coming from a mixture of gasoline-diesel and water.
We are currently involved in the remediation of spilt diesel and gasoline product and in the remediation phase we are extracting the mixture gas-diesel and water. our standard is mg/cu.m.for the volatile matters generated by the mixture. what is the nearest conversion to ppm for this type of liquid.
Engr. Angelito I. David
Waste Solutions and management Services Inc.
Makati, Philippines

mjekov said...

Hello Angelito I. David ,

Please write me on

mjekov74 @

Just remove the space.

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Monday, November 15, 2010

I mentioned Gwen's new scarf and hat and gloves. She wore them today to school and was VERY excited. When we do the "kiss and ride" some of the eighth graders help get the kids out of the car. They switch back and forth between boys and girls every two weeks, this week the boys started their turn. Gwen was so excited about her matching that as soon as the boy opened the car door Gwen said "see I match!" "I am wearing a scarf!" The boy just smiled not really knowing what to do or say. I said "they are new she is very excited". He just continued smiling and she said something I didn't hear, he shut the door, helped her with her with her backpack and she marched off. He just kind of stood there thinking, cool I don't have to walk this one in, but one of the other eighth grade boys must of told him to make sure she gets into the school because he reluctantly followed her in, Gwen blissfully unaware...she is so independent.
I asked her if any of her friends mentioned about her scarf and stuff and she happily told me about it. I mentioned Gwen and her letters. Here I dotted out letters for Eric's birthday card. I didn't think about making more space for her and the coloring aspect of her writing, but I think it turned out better than I hoped, her first "handmade" card where she did all the writing!

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The Healthiest States in America 2017
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The Healthiest States in America 2017

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If your New Year’s resolution is to get healthy in 2017, you may have better luck in some parts of the country than others. Your best bet is Hawaii, which for the fifth year in a row has ranked first on an annual list of America’s healthiest states.

Slideshow: The 15 Healthiest States in America

The report, put out by the United Health Foundation, finds the Aloha State the healthiest thanks to a low prevalence of obesity, high insurance rates and low rates of preventable hospitalizations.

The report’s authors examined those factors as well as dozens of others, including drug deaths, physical activity and air pollution. The data comes from a variety of sources, including the U.S. Department of Health and Human Services, the Dartmouth Atlas of Health Care and the World Health Organization.

Massachusetts and Connecticut ranked second and third on the list, respectively, with Minnesota and Vermont rounding out the top five.

The unhealthiest states on the list were Mississippi, Louisiana and Arkansas.

Now in its 27th year, the state health rankings emphasize the challenges facing public health throughout the country. Positive national trends reflected in this year’s report included a reduction in the prevalence of smoking, fewer preventable hospitalizations among Medicare beneficiaries and fewer uninsured Americans. Since 1990, smoking among adults has fallen 41 percent, including a 17 percent decrease over the past four years.

However, the report also highlighted some more worrisome trends, such as rising rates of obesity and cardiovascular and drug deaths. This report marked the first time in its nearly three decade history that the rate of cardiovascular death rate has increased, from 250.8 to 251.8 per 100,000.

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