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Winston, how’s she going b’y?” asked Herb in the familiar Newfoundland greeting. Windflower gave the appropriate response. “She’s going good, b’y.

Since the beginning of the world, a prayer is a prayer and a curse is a curse-- no matter the people-- no matter the language-- Man has given a thousand different namesto his god, but look into the face of each one-- long enough-- hard enough-- You will find one truth.

You still want that little secret to stay secret?” “You wouldn’t.” “You’re right, I wouldn’t. Not unless I heard you talked. In which case, all bets would be off.” “You’re a fucking bastard, Nick. I thought you were better than—” “I’m a paid killer, Mike. What the fuck were you expecting?

5. Television is of great educational value. It teaches you while still really young how to (a) kill, (b) rob, (c) embezzle, (d) shoot, (e) poison, and generally speaking, (f) how to grow up into a Wild West outlaw or gangster by the time you leave school. 6. Television puts a stop to crime because all the burglars and robbers, instead of going to burgle and rob, sit at home watching The Lone Ranger, Emergency Ward Ten and Dotto.

The day that science figures out how to let a human photosynthesize will be the happiest day of Mike’s life, and even then he’ll sunbathe in a parking lot to make sure he isn’t depriving the grass of their fair share.)

If only marriage licenses came with a buyer's remorse clause. ~Detective Mike Malone

Wife number three: Lynette. She looked like a horse and kind of walked like one, too. Not surprisingly, neigh was her favorite word and seven nights a week. ~Detective Mike Malone

I'm sure this is a diversionary ploy. But that doesn't mean it isn't real." -Abe Sapien

d rather have people think people I'm stupid and shock them than have people think I'm smart and disappoint them.

Death is complicated." -Johann Kraus

Mike Burry didn’t own any triple-B-rated subprime mortgage bonds, or anything like them. He had no property to “insure”; it was as if he had bought fire insurance on some slum with a history of burning down.

A - ALPHA B - BRAVO C - CHARLIE D - DELTA E - ECHO F - FOXTROT G - GOLF H - HOTEL I - INDIA J - JULIETT K - KILO L - LIMA M - MIKE N - NOVEMBER O - OSCAR P - PAPA Q - QUEBEC R - ROMEO S - SIERRA T - TANGO U - UNIFORM V - VICTOR W - WHISKEY       X - X-RAY Y - YANKEE Z - ZULU

In this recording, she’s just accused by one of her best friends of plotting to murder her husband, who was in fact murdered, and she never says, ‘Oh no I didn’t.’ What she says is, ‘Wait, Marcus is involved?’” Fuchs urged jurors to listen to the entire audio recording between Denise and Kathy because “it lays out this entire case without Brian.

Even the judge who ruled in Wilkes’s case that general warrants were invalid found fame and admiration in America. Soon after his decision in Wilkes’s case, Lord Chief Justice Pratt inherited the title Lord Camden. As in Camden, New Jersey. And Camden, South Carolina. And the B&O Railroad’s Camden Station, on whose rail yards was later built the home of the Baltimore Orioles—Camden Yards.

What has been Extinction Rebellion’s magic? It boils down to values, processes, role modelling, positivity and fast learning. Most importantly for me, XR has been a loud advocate of the three core values I call for in this book. In the London protests of April 2019, you could hear the tannoys reminding supporters to respect everyone: the authorities; the government; the public; each other; the oil companies; EVERYONE. In surreal scenes on Waterloo Bridge, the police were caught visibly off balance by the tide chanting: ‘To the police, we love you. We’re doing this for your children’, as the police carried people away to their vans. Of course, as XR’s name suggests, they stand overtly for the preservation of all species. And they made a very strong call for truth. At its best, XR gave us a taste of a better world. They

There was more than one way to think about Mike Burry’s purchase of a billion dollars in credit default swaps. The first was as a simple, even innocent, insurance contract. Burry made his semiannual premium payments and, in return, received protection against the default of a billion dollars’ worth of bonds. He’d either be paid zero, if the triple-B-rated bonds he’d insured proved good, or a billion dollars, if those triple-B-rated bonds went bad. But of course Mike Burry didn’t own any triple-B-rated subprime mortgage bonds, or anything like them. He had no property to “insure” it was as if he had bought fire insurance on some slum with a history of burning down. To him, as to Steve Eisman, a credit default swap wasn’t insurance at all but an outright speculative bet against the market—and this was the second way to think about it.

Heritage dot org, May 5, 2021 Purging Whiteness To Purge Capitalism By Mike Gonzalez and Jonathan Butcher KEY TAKEAWAYS 1. CRT [Critical Race Theory] theorists see capitalism’s disparities as a function of race, not class. Capitalism, all the leading CRT proponents believe, is therefore “racist.” 2. CRT intellectuals are trying to change the view that racism is an individual issue, and insist it is systemic, in order to get society to change the entire system. 3. The purpose of the CRT training programs, and the curricula, is now to create enough bad associations with the white race. Race is suddenly all the rage. Employees, students, and parents are being inundated with “anti-racism” training programs and school curricula that insist America was built on white supremacy. Anyone who raises even the slightest objection is often deemed irredeemably racist. But what if the impetus behind a particular type of race-based training programs and curricula we see spreading at the moment is not exclusively, or even primarily, about skin color? What if race is just a façade for a particular strain of thought? What if what stands behind all this is the old, color-blind utopian dream of uniting the “workers of the world,” and eradicating capitalism? … If this all sounds very Marxist, it should. All the giants in whiteness studies, from Noel Ignatiev, to David Roediger, to their ideological lodestar, W.E.B. Du Bois—who first coined the term “whiteness” to begin with—were Marxist. In the cases of Ignatiev and Du Bois, they were actual Communist Party members.

Cochise Jones always liked to play against your expectations of a song, to light the gloomy heart of a ballad with a Latin tempo and a sheen of vibrato, root out the hidden mournfulness, the ache of longing, in an up-tempo pop tune. Cochise’s six-minute outing on the opening track of Redbonin’ was a classic exercise in B-3 revisionism, turning a song inside out. It opened with big Gary King playing a fat, choogling bass line, sounding like the funky intro to some ghetto-themed sitcom of the seventies, and then Cochise Jones came in, the first four drawbars pulled all the way out, giving the Lloyd Webber melody a treatment that was not cheery so much as jittery, playing up the anxiety inherent in the song’s title, there being so many thousand possible ways to Love Him, so little time to choose among them. Cochise’s fingers skipped and darted as if the keys of the organ were the wicks of candles and he was trying to light all of them with a single match. Then, as Idris Muhammad settled into a rolling burlesque-hall bump and grind, and King fell into step beside him, Cochise began his vandalism in earnest, snapping off bright bunches of the melody and scattering it in handfuls, packing it with extra notes in giddy runs. He was ruining the song, rifling it, mocking it with an antic edge of joy. You might have thought, some critics felt, that the meaning or spirit of the original song meant no more to Cochise Jones than a poem means to a shark that is eating the poet. But somewhere around the three-minute mark, Cochise began to build, in ragged layers, out of a few repeated notes on top of a left-hand walking blues, a solo at once dense and rudimentary, hammering at it, the organ taking on a raw, vox humana hoarseness, the tune getting bluer and harder and nastier. Inside the perfectly miked Leslie amplifier, the treble horn whirled, and the drivers fired, and you heard the song as the admission of failure it truly was, a confession of ignorance and helplessness. And then in the last measures of the song, without warning, the patented Creed Taylor strings came in, mannered and restrained but not quite tasteful. A hint of syrup, a throb of the pathetic, in the face of which the drums and bass fell silent, so that in the end it was Cochise Jones and some rented violins, half a dozen mournful studio Jews, and then the strings fell silent, too, and it was just Mr. Jones, fading away, ending the track with the startling revelation that the song was an apology, an expression, such as only the blues could ever tender, of limitless regret.

He removed his hand from his worn, pleasantly snug jeans…and it held something small. Holy Lord, I said to myself. What in the name of kingdom come is going on here? His face wore a sweet, sweet smile. I stood there completely frozen. “Um…what?” I asked. I could formulate no words but these. He didn’t respond immediately. Instead he took my left hand in his, opened up my fingers, and placed a diamond ring onto my palm, which was, by now, beginning to sweat. “I said,” he closed my hand tightly around the ring. “I want you to marry me.” He paused for a moment. “If you need time to think about it, I’ll understand.” His hands were still wrapped around my knuckles. He touched his forehead to mine, and the ligaments of my knees turned to spaghetti. Marry you? My mind raced a mile a minute. Ten miles a second. I had three million thoughts all at once, and my heart thumped wildly in my chest. Marry you? But then I’d have to cut my hair short. Married women have short hair, and they get it fixed at the beauty shop. Marry you? But then I’d have to make casseroles. Marry you? But then I’d have to wear yellow rubber gloves to do the dishes. Marry you? As in, move out to the country and actually live with you? In your house? In the country? But I…I…I don’t live in the country. I don’t know how. I can’t ride a horse. I’m scared of spiders. I forced myself to speak again. “Um…what?” I repeated, a touch of frantic urgency to my voice. “You heard me,” Marlboro Man said, still smiling. He knew this would catch me by surprise. Just then my brother Mike laid on the horn again. He leaned out of the window and yelled at the top of his lungs, “C’mon! I am gonna b-b-be late for lunch!” Mike didn’t like being late. Marlboro Man laughed. “Be right there, Mike!” I would have laughed, too, at the hilarious scene playing out before my eyes. A ring. A proposal. My developmentally disabled and highly impatient brother Mike, waiting for Marlboro Man to drive him to the mall. The horn of the diesel pickup. Normally, I would have laughed. But this time I was way, way too stunned. “I’d better go,” Marlboro Man said, leaning forward and kissing my cheek. I still grasped the diamond ring in my warm, sweaty hand. “I don’t want Mike to burst a blood vessel.” He laughed out loud, clearly enjoying it all. I tried to speak but couldn’t. I’d been rendered totally mute. Nothing could have prepared me for those ten minutes of my life. The last thing I remember, I’d awakened at eleven. Moments later, I was hiding in my bathroom, trying, in all my early-morning ugliness, to avoid being seen by Marlboro Man, who’d dropped by unexpectedly. Now I was standing on the front porch, a diamond ring in my hand. It was all completely surreal. Marlboro Man turned to leave. “You can give me your answer later,” he said, grinning, his Wranglers waving good-bye to me in the bright noonday sun. But then it all came flashing across my line of sight. The boots in the bar, the icy blue-green eyes, the starched shirt, the Wranglers…the first date, the long talks, my breakdown in his kitchen, the movies, the nights on his porch, the kisses, the long drives, the hugs…the all-encompassing, mind-numbing passion I felt. It played frame by frame in my mind in a steady stream. “Hey,” I said, walking toward him and effortlessly sliding the ring on my finger. I wrapped my arms around his neck as his arms, instinctively, wrapped around my waist and raised me off the ground in our all-too-familiar pose. “Yep,” I said effortlessly. He smiled and hugged me tightly. Mike, once again, laid on the horn, oblivious to what had just happened. Marlboro Man said nothing more. He simply kissed me, smiled, then drove my brother to the mall.

own independent exhibition, marketing it as an American Salon des Refusés. In February 1908 eight painters showcased their work at the Macbeth Galleries. The Eight, as critic James Huneker baptized them, included Henri, Sloan, Glackens, Luks, and Shinn—the Philadelphia Five—and three others, stylistically different but equally determined to crack open NAD’s restrictive practices: symbolist Arthur B. Davies (who was well wired into wealthy New York collector circles), Impressionist/realist Ernest Lawson, and Postimpressionist Maurice Prendergast. (Davies and Lawson had been among the blackballed in 1907.)

For men, score an “A” if your IGF-1 is in the range 150 ng/ml ± 20 (higher is dangerous), total testosterone is above 500 ng/dl, and HDL is above 65 mg/dl. Score a “B” if your IGF-1 is above 125 ng/ml and HDL is above 45 mg/dl. Otherwise a “C.

The distances over which sound can travel underwater are amazing. It is believed that before the proliferation of engine-powered vessels, Antarctic whales could be heard by their Arctic cousins. Such vast ranges are possible partly because sound waves are absorbed far less in water than in air. At 1 kHz, absorption is about 5 dB/km in air (at 30 per cent humidity) but only 0.06 dB/km in seawater. Also, underwater sound waves are much more confined; a noise made in mid-air spreads in all directions, but in the sea the bed and the surface limit vertical spreading.

Introduction This book is devoted to the blessed Father, Son, Holy Spirit. Daily working together as unified Godhead for our best interest. Would be incomplete without Jesus direct love bestowed upon me, through a perpetual act of faith in God. Fully trusting Jesus to lead me into a carefully laid-out plan. Dedicating this book to my children: Faith is 6, Christian 11, Christina 12 years old. Izzabella, my niece, is also featured in the story, Sally Saved Three Times. These Children are the inspiration for the characters in the stories. Added some personal experiences acquired during my childhood. Appreciate the support of my Mom, Dad, brother, Jacob, for being here for me the last five years. They helped me through hard circumstances when I needed them the most. Thank You! My second family is at the Erie Wesleyan Methodist Church on the corner of 29th and Liberty. They covered my life with prayer; great friends from the Lord; Supporting me on my journey towards my heavenly home. I am also thankful for Mike Lawrence who encouraged me to keep writing. Thanks, brother! This spectacular close friend of mine wrote the Forward of this book. He is God-given for moral support and prayer. Friends forever from Erie, Pennsylvania! There are scripture references, along with Bible lessons featured in each story. These short stories are ideal for devotions or bedtime stories. Suitable for parents and grandparents to read to children, grandchildren. Forward It is rare today to find Christians who are in love with doing the Lord's service. Many would sit to the side and let others bush-wack the path, but Bryan has always been the one who delights in making the way clear for others. His determination, commitment to producing these writings was encouraging to watch come to fruition. Take time now see for yourself how God is directing these works to provide something sincere, pure, innocent for families to enjoy. A pleasant respite from a sin-sick world. So, please, feel free to find a quiet place today and enjoy them alone or with your family. This body of work calls upon us to take time to be holy. I believe with all my heart that this is the authors intent, the Lord's plan, my hearts prayer that they bless you as much as they have blessed me. May God bless the time and energies sacrificed by the author in its production. Sincerely in Christ, Michael Lawrence. When writing with Shirley Dye on messenger about editing the book, she commented that this book would be a blessing to many people. That is my solemn humble prayer. Short Story Content 1. Mr. B.G. (My Testimony) 2. Trevor Wins Three Times 3. Winning The Man ON Rock-Hill 4. Sally Saved Three Times 5. Jonathan and Family Find God 6. Upright and Prideful Key Text, (Matthew 18:3), “And (Jesus) said, Verily I say unto you, Except ye be converted, and become as little children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven.

These fully grown particles are the “really good” cholesterol we mentioned earlier, and are also known as HDL2b, mature cholesterol, or very large HDL particles.

Three other tests are out there which will perform a Pattern A/Pattern B analysis: Ion Mobility, NMR, and VAP. We prefer them in that order. If your triglycerides are below 100 mg/dl, you are highly likely to be Pattern A, and it is a near certainty if triglycerides are below 75. High Lipoprotein(a), also designated

LDL particle size varies. A predominance of larger ones is called Pattern A, and is a major key to heart health. Pattern B means that primarily smaller LDL particles are present, and this is undesirable.

Three other tests are out there which will perform a Pattern A/Pattern B analysis: Ion Mobility, NMR, and VAP. We prefer them in that order. If your triglycerides are below 100 mg/dl, you are highly likely to be Pattern A, and it is a near certainty if triglycerides are below 75. High Lipoprotein(a), also

ten-thirty in the morning, being free,

Spurned by the upper class, Wood garnered support from the organized workers. Ira B. Davis denounced the Wall Street Democratic renegades, noting that none had objected when the state government bailed out the banks: apparently what was “virtuous in them” was “a crime in Mayor Wood or the workingmen.

* Who do you think of when you hear the word “successful”? “The first people who come to mind are the real heroes of Task Unit Bruiser: Marc Lee, first SEAL killed in Iraq. Mike Monsoor, second SEAL killed in Iraq, posthumously awarded the Medal of Honor after he jumped on a grenade to save three of our other teammates. And finally, Ryan Job, one of my guys [who was] gravely wounded in Iraq, blinded in both eyes, but who made it back to America, was medically retired from the Navy, but who died from complications after the 22nd surgery to repair his wounds. Those guys, those men, those heroes, they lived, and fought, and died like warriors.” * Most-gifted or recommended books? “I think there’s only one book that I’ve ever given and I’ve only given it to a couple people. That’s a book called About Face, by Colonel David H. Hackworth. The other book that I’ve read multiple times is Blood Meridian [by Cormac McCarthy].” * Favorite documentaries? “Restrepo, which I’m sure you’ve seen. [TF: This was co-produced and co-filmed by Sebastian Junger, the next profile.] There is also an hour-long program called ‘A Chance in Hell: The Battle for Ramadi.’” Quick Takes * You walk into a bar. What do you order from the bartender? “Water.” * What does your diet generally look like? “It generally looks like steak.” * What kind of music does Jocko listen to? Two samples: For workouts—Black Flag, My War, side B In general—White Buffalo

Reversing Atherosclerosis - Exercise, HDL, and HDL2b The other side of the equation consists of increasing the amount of HDL and maximizing the percentage of “mature” cholesterol, also called HDL2b.

If your fasting insulin level is below 3, and you are not hypoglycemic, your Personal Sugar Rule is “Eat More Fruit and Starch.” Low insulin prevents the building of new muscle and bone. However, avoid junk. Eat healthy sugar and starch, such as northern fruits (berries, apples, etc.) and potatoes. A daily amount that seems reasonable should be chosen, and glucose and insulin re-measured after a month or so. If you got an “A” in Sugar (insulin is between 3 and 6 µu/dl and fasting glucose below 80 mg/dl), then it is OK to continue eating the amount of sugar, starch, and fruit currently being consumed. The Personal Sugar Rule is “Hold the Line.” However, low quality food, like cereal, should be swapped out for food richer in micronutrients, like northern fruits or potatoes. Breakfast cereals have little in the way of micronutrients beyond what the manufacturer added for “fortification.” If you got a “B” (insulin is between 6 and 12, and fasting glucose below 90) , then a reduction in sugar, starch, and fruit is called for. The Personal Sugar Rule here is “Reduce the Fruit, Sugar, and Starch.” If you got a “C” (insulin is over 12 or fasting glucose is over 90, all sugar, starch, and fruit should be cut. The Personal Sugar Rule is “Fruit, Sugar, and Starch Are Forbidden.” This is a pre-diabetic condition, or worse. If these have already been cut and the numbers are still high, then more meat should be added and vegetables cut further. Dietary fat, including saturated fat, is ad libitum—all you want.

But Rao’s sauce, as always, saved the day. Jesse had long since stopped calling it gravy, what his Italian mother had called it when he was growing up, and it had so often been just the two of them eating like this at the kitchen table.

We’d be fools not to.

I had managed to live this long not knowing any Russians, not really, and yet now my life was crawling with them, like I was an election they wanted to hack.

By producing its merchandise in Europe, Zara spent about 15 percent more on labor than its rivals did by manufacturing in low-cost labor markets.11 But the slightly higher manufacturing cost was more than offset by other benefits. Mike Shearwood, managing director of Zara UK, explained why: “The extra margin is superior because there is no wastage, no markdowns, and no problem of getting a collection wrong.

Her shit, Jesse liked to tell himself, had finally come in.

Key Apache Adversaries—U.S. Military Figures and Civilian Apache Agents Clum, John P.—born 1851. Civilian Apache agent at the San Carlos and Fort Apache reservations. Nicknamed “Turkey Gobbler” by the Apache for his strutting nature. Later became mayor of Tombstone, Arizona. His claim to fame was being the only person to successfully “capture” Geronimo. Died in 1932. Crook, General George—born 1828. Called America’s “greatest Indian fighter.” He was the first to use Indian scouts and was crucial in ending the Apache Wars. Called Nantan Lupan (“the Tan Wolf”) by the Apache, he advocated for Apache rights while at the same time becoming one of Geronimo’s greatest adversaries. Crook negotiated Geronimo’s “surrender” at the Cañon de los Embudos. He died in 1890. Gatewood, Lieutenant Charles B.—born 1853. A latecomer to the Apache Wars, Gatewood used scouts but failed to bring in Victorio. However, Gatewood would ultimately negotiate the terms of Geronimo’s final surrender to General Nelson A. Miles in 1886. He died in 1896. Miles, General Nelson A.—born in 1839. Civil War veteran best known for accepting Geronimo’s final surrender. Fought Sioux and Cheyenne Indians after the Battle of Little Big Horn. He died at the age of eighty-five in 1925 and was buried with full honors at Arlington National Cemetery. Sieber, Al—born 1843. A German-American, he served as the army’s chief of scouts during the Apache Wars. Died in 1907.

had already chopped the mushrooms and onions before she arrived, sautéed them until they were soft, and had them cool. Now I was ready to mix them in with the ground turkey and bread crumbs, one egg, salt, pepper, and just a splash of Worcestershire sauce before carefully making the patties. I always made extra

Ava Gardner was marketed as as ‘Hollywood’s most irresistible female’ and although Sinatra’s star was fading he remained an instantly recognisable name – and the two made explosive headlines across newspapers and magazines around the world. With the urging of his agents and the heavy hand of the MGM studios on his shoulders, Sinatra feebly tried to keep the affair secret. For him, his marriage was over, but Nancy Sinatra would not grant her husband a release. He chased Ava Gardner as if his life depended on it. The Mob told him to calm it but did not sanction him. Louis B. Mayer who was watching the reputation of his prime asset, Ava Gardner, be trashed, bought out Sinatra’s MGM contract a year early.

To my right was a small sitting area with a couch and two chairs and coffee table, giving the office the feeling of being a small suite. Claire Megill gestured for me to take the couch. She took one of the chairs across from it. I sat. She sat. She crossed her legs. And I heard a melody.

He was wearing white Adidas boxing shoes and long black satin shorts and another of his endless supply of “Black Mamba” T-shirts, this one with Kobe Bryant’s likeness on it. In comparison, I was the one who looked like the thug, in a Red Sox T-shirt cut to the shoulders and baggy gray sweatpants and sneakers to match. “Good news for you,” Hawk said, watching me move from side to side in front of the bag, “is that your workout clothes won’t never go out of fashion, on account of never having been in no fashion in the first place.” “You planning to review my workout along with my functional attire?” I said. “Don’t require much planning. You been letting your elbow fly out from underneath your shoulder lately when you throw your hook.” “You’re just pointing that out now?” “Been workin’ up to it, I know how sensitive you are ’bout what’s left of your form.

There was a longer quiet between us then, before I reached into the middle drawer of my desk and pulled out Laura Crain’s note to Darius Baker, the one I’d found in his jacket, and slid it across the desk to Quirk. He held it close to the desk lamp as he read it, then slid it back to me. “Now you give this up?” “Maybe my own Catholic guilt?” “You’re not Catholic,” Quirk said. “Imagine my surprise at the guilt, then.

I iced my knee while watching Maria Stephanos read the news on Channel 5, telling myself as always that Maria was speaking directly to me and, further, was ready to leave her family for me if Susan ever dumped me. I had mentioned having these thoughts about Maria to Susan once and she said, “You just keep thinkin’, Butch. That’s what you’re good at.

then if it might be time to piss on the fire and call in the dogs. “Did I just hear you say that?” “A client of mine from Texas said it to me the other day.

Susan told me about you,” she said. I ducked my head in false modesty. “The rugged good looks?” I said. “Or devilish charm?

But just remember,” Susan said. “If money could buy happiness, I’d be out of business.” “I’ve heard that it can’t,” I said, “but consider it to be irresponsible gossip.

She stood now, stiffly, wincing slightly, arching her back the way cats do. “Sorry,” she said. “My back doesn’t allow me to sit for long periods anymore. From a lifetime of doing too much sitting. The most essential hour of my day is my noon yoga at the Equinox over on Dartmouth. It’s like I have a lunch date every day with my back.” “A friend of mine once said that a bad back is like having a second job,” I said.

beauty, or lack thereof. But I continued to fall short of her expectations for me in that regard. Claire Megill was quite attractive, managing to show off a terrific figure in a slim navy skirt suit.

Junior was waiting for me at the other end of the room, at the hallway that led back to Tony’s office. “Junior,” I said. “You’re looking well.” He gave me a bored shake of the head. “You know the drill,” he said. “I was told by the owner to leave my piece in the car and did,” I said. “Boss don’t trust you for shit.” “I’m not going to lie, Junior,” I said. “That hurts.” But raised my hands above my head. “No inappropriate touching,” I said. “And no tickling, I mean it.

The 2011 Bar-B-Que cookoff in Houston came to an abrupt halt after one of the grillers, 51-year-old Mike Hamby, threw a canister of tear gas into a rival team’s tent. The noxious fumes quickly spread to other tents. Dozens of people were sickened, and the contest was postponed. It’s unclear why Hamby threw the canister, but apparently there was a “disagreement.” After the smoke cleared, he was taken into custody…and later fired from his job as an officer with the Houston Police Department.

Closers know how to take a sale from point A to point B. They not only know that a straight path exists, but also know how to get on that path and stay on it all the way to the close. They are always directing and steering the sale from A to B as a fast as possible, knowing that the faster they do so, the more sales they make in the time they have, and the more money they earn.

then pulled me away. “Will those two ever figure out they aren’t god’s gift to women?” I sighed. Asher laughed then spotted Mike and Chase walking towards us, well actually once Chase spotted us he took off running for us with Mike right behind him.  “Sorry we’re late, how’d the heats go?” He asked. “Well, let’s just say they both have to run the B-feature, but I’m pretty sure they

The Mind at Work, Mike Rose

Once you find where the trail is, you are faced with a sobering truth—in order to go on, you must let go of what brought you here. You cannot go on without turning your back on all of the very things that brought you to this place. —Mike Yaconelli

Never once did it occur to me that when I found the trail again, it would ruin my life forever. For once you feel the breath of God breathe on your skins, you can never turn back, you can never settle for what was, you can only move recklessly, with abandon, your heart filled with fear and your ears ringing with those constant words, “Fear Not.” —Mike Yaconelli

Once we assembled the entire package, Mike named it Netscape SuiteSpot, as it would be the “suite” that displaced Microsoft’s BackOffice. We lined everything up for a major launch on March 5, 1996, in New York. Then, just two weeks before the launch, Marc, without telling Mike or me, revealed the entire strategy to the publication Computer Reseller News. I was livid. I immediately sent him a short email: To: Marc Andreessen Cc: Mike Homer From: Ben Horowitz Subject : Launch I guess we’re not going to wait until the 5th to launch the strategy. — Ben Within fifteen minutes, I received the following reply. To: Ben Horowitz Cc: Mike Homer, Jim Barksdale (CEO), Jim Clark (Chairman) From: Marc Andreessen Subject: Re: Launch Apparently you do not understand how serious the situation is. We are getting killed killed killed out there. Our current product is radically worse than the competition. We’ve had nothing to say for months. As a result, we’ve lost over $3B in market capitalization. We are now in danger of losing the entire company and it’s all server product management’s fault. Next time do the fucking interview yourself. Fuck you, Marc I received this email the same day that Marc appeared barefoot and sitting on a throne on the cover of Time magazine. When I first saw the cover, I felt thrilled. I had never met anyone in my life who had been on the cover of Time. Then I felt sick. I brought both the magazine and the email home to Felicia to get a second opinion. I was very worried. I was twenty-nine years old, had a wife and three children, and needed my job. She looked at the email and the magazine cover and said, “You need to start looking for a job right away.” In the end, I didn’t get fired and over the next two years, SuiteSpot grew from nothing to a $400 million a year business. More shocking, Marc and I eventually became friends; we’ve been friends and business partners ever since. People often ask me how we’ve managed to work effectively across three companies over eighteen years. Most business relationships either become too tense to tolerate or not tense enough to be productive after a while. Either people challenge each other to the point where they don’t like each other or they become complacent about each other’s feedback and no longer benefit from the relationship. With Marc and me, even after eighteen years, he upsets me almost every day by finding something wrong in my thinking, and I do the same for him. It works.

Laura alive,

Who needs Channing Tatum when I’ve got my own Magic Mike?

I had already chopped the mushrooms and onions before she arrived, sautéed them until they were soft, and had them cool. Now I was ready to mix them in with the ground turkey and bread crumbs, one egg, salt, pepper, and just a splash of Worcestershire sauce before carefully making the patties.

He sighed the sigh of the leet who has to explain to the n00b.

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A-B-C, Antecedent—Behavior—Consequence. For example, see Figure 3.4: Mike’s mom asks him to unload groceries, Mike says yes, but asks to get a drink first and then gets distracted and forgets to come back to help. Mom unloads all the groceries by herself.

California State University Professor Mike Orkin points out that if a person drives ten miles to buy a ticket, he or she is about sixteen times more likely to get killed in a car crash on the way than to win the jackpot. Wait a minute, you say; that may be for one ticket, but they’re buying a lot of tickets—surely, that improves the odds. It does, but Orkin notes that a person who buys fifty tickets a week will win the jackpot on average about once every 30,000 years.

Mike, have you ever heard that marriage is like a deck of playing cards?” Badde said. “Rappe . . . ?” Jan said, her tone warning. “No, can’t say that I have heard that,” Santos said. Badde grinned. “Yeah,” he said, “in the beginning of a marriage you just need two hearts and a diamond . . .” “Ha,” Santos said. “. . . But in the end you want a club and a spade.

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Given that (a) early feminists were steadfastly opposed to censorship and abortion, and (b) modern feminists are steadfastly committed to censorship and abortion, is it fair to say the feminist movement has lost its way? In other words, Diane, why can't you be more like Susan B. Anthony?

The Anabolic Group Score For men, score an “A” if your IGF-1 is in the range 150 ng/ml ± 20 (higher is dangerous), total testosterone is above 500 ng/dl, and HDL is above 65 mg/dl. Score a “B” if your IGF-1 is above 125 ng/ml and HDL is above 45 mg/dl. Otherwise a “C.

Pattern A and B are called lipid subfractions. Unfortunately, this test isn’t standardized and there are three competing methods: Ion Mobility (IM), Nuclear Magnetic Resonance (NMR), and Vertical Auto Profile (VAP). We prefer them in that order. They don’t yield identical results, but are close.

Vitamin B6, folic acid, magnesium, and zinc increased mortality 3-6%

THE SUGAR MANAGEMENT GROUP SUMMARY SUGAR MANAGEMENT GROUP MEASURES Ability of body to metabolize sugars and starches SCORING Special Case 1 - Insulin less than 3 µu/dl - See “Hypoglycemia” Special Case 2 - Insulin less than 3 µu/dl- See “Are You Too Thin?” “A” - Fasting glucose below 80 mg/dl, A1C below 5%, Insulin between 3 and 6 µu/dl “B” - Fasting glucose below 90 mg/dl, A1C below 5.5%, insulin below 12 µu/dl “C” - Anything else RISKS “A” - Healthy “B” - Slight insulin resistance - early warning for adult onset diabetes “C” - Insulin resistant - significant risk of adult onset diabetes. REMEDIES “A” - No changes needed “B” - Cut some sugar and starch “C” - Cut all sugar and starch, or as much as you can tolerate. TIMING Results should be apparent in 3 months, retest at that time.

THE LIPID MANAGEMENT GROUP SUMMARY LIPID MANAGEMENT GROUP MEASURES How the body is dealing with fat and cholesterol SCORING Special case - Lp(a) greater than 30 mg/dl - see “Is Your Lp(a) High?” “A” - Triglycerides below 100 mg/dl and HDL above 65 (men)/ 75(women) “B” - Triglycerides below 150 mg/dl and HDL above 55 (men)/ 65(women) “C” - Anything else RISKS “A” - Healthy “B” - Atherosclerosis is developing “C” - Significant heart disease risk. Rapid plaque development. REMEDIES “A” - No changes needed “B” or “C” - High triglycerides indicates a need to cut starches and sugars. HDL should respond to higher intensity exercise. TIMING Result should be apparent in 3 to 6 months, retest at those times.

They circulate around the body, pick up all sorts of junk, and swell up into “mature” HDL particles (also termed HDL2b), at which point the liver takes them out of service and recycles them.

A “B” score means triglycerides are under 150 mg/dl and your total HDL is above 55 mg/dl for men and 65 mg/dl for women. If you got a “B,” you should consider a lifestyle change. If you didn’t get an “A” or a “B," you got a “C” and you need to strongly consider a lifestyle change.

THE STRESS GROUP SUMMARY STRESS MANAGEMENT GROUP MEASURES Chronic Stress and Inflammation SCORING “A” - Cortisol below 12 µg/dl, homocysteine below 8 nmol/ml, C-reactive protein below 1 mg/L and stress reduction activity 10 minutes or more per day. “B” - Cortisol below 14 µu/dl, homocysteine below 10 nmol/ml, C-reactive protein below 2 mg/L. “C” - Anything else. RISKS “A” - Healthy “B” - Some stress: internal, external, or both. “C” - Significant long-term cancer risk. Elevated glucose. REMEDIES “A” - No changes needed “B”- If internal, deal with cause. If external, add a stress reduction activity. “C”- If internal, deal with cause. If external, consider stress reduction and/or medication. TIMING Results are very rapid for externally generated stress. Internal stress may vary considerably depending on cause. Bacterial and viral infection - fast. Heart disease, more slowly.

The Stress Group Score You get an “A” if your cortisol is below 12 µg/dl, your homocysteine is under 8 nmol/ml, your CRP is under 1 mg/L, and you are meditating 10 minutes a day or more. If your cortisol is under 14 µg/dl, your homocysteine is under 10 nmol/ml, and CRP under 2 mg/L, you get a “B," and otherwise score a “C.

THE ANABOLIC GROUP SUMMARY ANABOLIC GROUP MEASURES Extent of renewal and the presence of an anabolic state SCORING WOMEN “A” - IGF-1 in the range 150 ng/ml ± 20, total testosterone above 20 ng/dl, HDL above 75 mg/dl “B” - IGF-1 above 125 ng/ml, total testosterone above 15 ng/ml HDL above 55 mg/dl “C” – Anything else SCORING MEN “A” - IGF-1 in the range 150 ng/ml ± 20, total testosterone above 500 ng/dl, HDL above 65 mg/dl “B” - IGF-1 above 125 ng/ml, total testosterone above 400 ng/ml, HDL above 45 mg/dl “C” – Anything else RISKS “A” - Healthy “B” - Renewal is moderate, cardiac protection is moderate “C” - Heart disease, accelerated aging REMEDIES “A” - No changes needed “B” - Consider more exercise intensity “C” - Do the recommended exercises. A “C” indicates you are not exercising or are doing the wrong sort TIMING Numbers should significantly improve in six months.

been. Mike was so bad off that he resorted to sucking the dicks of the dope boys on the block to get his high. The bad thing was that Evelyn didn't seem to mind one bit and continued fucking his nasty ass. He told her in the beginning that under no circumstances was she to suck another nigga’s dick. He’d also dropped a tremendous amount of weight, but the

By not getting the right amounts of vitamin B in your diet—or folate, or vitamin D, or EPA, or DHA, or tryptophan, or tyrosine—you are basically guaranteeing that your brain chemistry will be imbalanced and that you will feel anxious, stressed out, uninspired, and depressed, probably with some sleep problems thrown in.

Discuss the story of Lee Sherman—how does he represent “the Great Paradox through a keyhole”? How is it possible for an environmentalist whistle blower to also be a member of the Tea Party? (p. 33) 6.​When telling the story of Harold Areno, Hochschild quotes him as saying, “If you shoot an endangered brown pelican, they’ll put you in jail. But if a company kills the brown pelican by poisoning the fish he eats? They let it go. I think they overregulate the bottom because it’s harder to regulate the top.” Hochschild mentions the brown pelican throughout the book—how does the pelican function as an important motif in the book? (pp. 52, 138, 212) 7.​When spending time with the General, whom Hochschild calls an “empathy wall leaper,” she writes that Louisiana residents prize the freedom to do certain things but resent the freedom from things like gun violence or toxic pollution, even when such restrictions might improve their lives. How does the General deal with what he calls this “psychological program”? (p. 71) 8.​Hochschild provides overwhelming evidence that establishes a correlation between pollution and red states. She also discusses a report from the 1980s that helped identify communities that would not resist “locally undesirable land use.” Do you think she’s right to connect this profile of the “least resistant personality” with the General’s idea of the “psychological program”? (p. 81, Appendix B) 9.​In a moment of feeling stuck on her own side of the empathy wall, Hochschild asks Mike Schaff what the federal government has done that he feels grateful for. What do you make of his answer and the idea that the less you depend on the government, the higher your status? Do you feel one’s status is diminished by receiving government help of any sort? Do others you know feel this way—and why? Do you think people generally feel less gratitude to the government today than in the past? What are you grateful for from the government? (pp. 113–114)

How can I help to create the conditions under which the world that I want to see becomes possible?

Do we need protest? After decades of asking politely and getting nowhere, we have a full-scale emergency on our hands. We have to have change. And it must be now. If the right kind of protest is what it takes, then that’s what we must have. I do not write this as someone who feels instinctive joy at the thought of taking to the streets, but these are serious times. There is compelling evidence that the right kind of protest clearly works. When, in 2019, the UK tightened its carbon targets to ‘net zero by 2050’, it wasn’t far enough, but it was a big step in the right direction. And it looks pretty clear that the political space to make that possible was opened up in no small part by protesters; by Greta Thunberg, by armies of school kids, and by Extinction Rebellion (XR). My work with tech giants, investment bankers, energy companies, an airline and many other corporations tells me that these straight-talking, non-violent direct actions made possible conversations in boardrooms that seemed unthinkable just 18 months before.

Reformers believed moral and political relationships were learned in play. Given street-afforded license, kids would grow up bad. “If we let the gutter set its stamp upon their early days,” Jacob Riis warned in 1904, “we shall have the gutter reproduced in our politics.” The antidote to the street was the supervised playground. Settlement houses had opened rudimentary play spaces in the 1890s. In 1898 the Outdoor Recreation League (ORL), founded by Lillian Wald and Charles B. Stover and housed in the College Settlement, opened the city’s first outdoor playground in Hudsonbank Park (at West 53rd Street), whose sand gardens, running track, and equipment were supervised by Hartley House’s headworker. Playground proponents insisted the city take over and expand these programs. An 1898 University Settlement report argued: “Waterloo was won in part on the playing fields of Eton said Wellington; good government for New York may partially be won on the playgrounds of the East Side.” In 1902 the city assumed responsibility for the nine ORL playgrounds created to date. And in 1903 Seward Park became the first municipal park in the country to be equipped as a playground.

On the other hand, a person doing the right concentric and explosive exercises will probably have an HDL closer to 60 mg/dl, and an HDL2b above 35%. This represents a large increase in cellular garbage collection.

Saw,” he said. “Early this morning on Twitter.” “Ah,” I said, “the paper of record.” “Isn’t that The New York Times?” he asked. “Not anymore.

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B.-H. Lévy: I am amazed to see that when somebody (I’ve been given leave to speak, so I will) starts to explain something here, to put on trial the institution of philosophy, to put on trial those men who for years have benefited from this system and who react only when they feel threatened, that person is told to shut up. [. . .] I’m amazed that, when I myself am given leave to speak, a certain number of men come over to grab the mike from me and trigger an incident. As far as I’m concerned, that’s what I wanted to say: I’ve been amazed ever since yesterday to hear people putting the media on trial: do you think it was the philosophy professors who were the first to denounce the Gulag? It was television and the media. Do you think that it’s in his capacity as a philosophy professor that, a year ago, when Brezhnev came to Paris, Glucksmann opened his ‘opinion column’ to three dissidents from the East and caused a scandal? That was the media. It wasn’t the Estates General of philosophy. I’m amazed that today, as 76,000 Vietnamese are castaway by the Malaysian government, nobody even mentions the fact. I’m amazed that, the day before Corsican militants are scheduled to appear in the State security court, including a philosophy teacher, Mondoloni .

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