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Resting on what's considered great has always been a recipe for decline. I remember touring Rome with a guide who pointed out one marvelous achievement after another of the first Roman emperor, Augustus. Augustus was said to have inherited a city of brick and left a city of marble, with twelve entrances on twelve hills. He built nearly a thousand glorious new structures - bridges, buildings, monuments, and aqueducts. As we marveled at the remnants of Augustus's grand designs, our guide exclaimed with pride that this era marked the pinnacle of Rome's greatness. What came next?' I asked. After an awkward silence, the guide said, 'Slow ruin.

Lance is the inevitable product of our celebrity-worshipping culture and the whole money-mad world of sports gone amok. This is the Golden Age of fraud, an era of general willingness to ignore and justify the wrongdoings of the rich and powerful, which makes every lie bigger and widens its destructive path.

[…] Non è un problema di fatica, di paura della fatica, di rammollimento. Ve lo ripeto: per Monsieur Bertin quella fatica era un piacere. Aveva bisogno di sentirsi stanco, di quel tour de force lo rendeva grande, e sicuro di sé.

When we toured America, all the legendary groupies from that era – the Plaster Casters and Sweet Connie from Little Rock – would turn up backstage, to the evident delight of the band and road crew. I’d think, ‘Hang on, what are you doing here? Surely you’re not here for me? Surely someone’s told you? And even if they haven’t, I’ve just been carried onstage by a bodybuilder, while wearing half the world’s supply of diamanté, sequins and marabou feathers – does that not suggest anything to you?

―Incluso tus pies son sexys -murmuró ella. ―¿Esa es tu parte preferida de mí? - preguntó él en voz baja tan cerca de su oído que la piel se le puso de gallina en el cuello. ―Deberías saber cuál es mi parte preferida de ti. ―¿La llamas La Bestia? Ella sonrió. Se imaginó que eso era lo que él pensaba. ―No, pero La Bestia está en el Top Diez. ―El Top Diez, ¿eh? -Brian le besó el borde la oreja. Un escalofrió le recorrió la columna. ―¿Son mis labios? Ella sacudió la cabeza. ―No, pero también están en el Top Diez. Con la lengua le rozó el punto pulsante bajo su oreja. ―¿La lengua? ―No. Mi Top Diez parece muy lleno. Él se echó a reír y la abrazó. ―Es obvio que son mis manos. -Brian las sostuvo frente a ella y flexionó los dedos. ―Equivocado de nuevo. Sin embargo es una buena suposición. ―De acuerdo, me rindo -dijo él. Myrna se dio vuelta para mirarlo. ―Es tu cerebro. Él cubrió la sorpresa con una sonrisa. ―Bueno, tengo que admitir que esa era la última parte que pensé que dirías. ―Controla todas tus otras partes. Es el responsable de tu increíble talento, tanto para la guitarra como en la cama.‖ Brian sonrió. Ella nunca descubriría porque necesitaba que lo completara cuando tenía groupies gritando por su piedad. ―Te hace decir cosas que me hacen reír y pensar. Te da esa dulce y romántica racha que trato de resistir. Tu personalidad, tu talento, tu corazón y tu alma. Lo que te hace ser tú. Todo eso está en tu asombrosa mente. No me malinterpretes. El cuerpo que tienes también es fabuloso. ―Creo que me estoy sonrojando.

The U.S. government, subservient to corporate power, has become a burlesque. The last vestiges of the rule of law are evaporating. The kleptocrats openly pillage and loot. Programs instituted to protect the common good—public education, welfare, and environmental regulations—are being dismantled. The bloated military, sucking the marrow out of the nation, is unassailable. Poverty is a nightmare for half the population. Poor people of color are gunned down with impunity in the streets. Our prison system, the world’s largest, is filled with the destitute. There is no shortage of artists, intellectuals, and writers, from Martin Buber and George Orwell to James Baldwin, who warned us that this dystopian era was fast approaching. But in our Disneyfied world of intoxicating and endless images, cult of the self and willful illiteracy, we did not listen. We will pay for our negligence.

If you take home one souvenir from this part of the tour, may I suggest that it be a suspicion of moral monists. Beware of anyone who insists that there is one true morality for all people, times, and places—particularly if that morality is founded upon a single moral foundation. Human societies are complex; their needs and challenges are variable. Our minds contain a toolbox of psychological systems, including the six moral foundations, which can be used to meet those challenges and construct effective moral communities. You don’t need to use all six, and there may be certain organizations or subcultures that can thrive with just one. But anyone who tells you that all societies, in all eras, should be using one particular moral matrix, resting on one particular configuration of moral foundations, is a fundamentalist of one sort or another. The philosopher Isaiah Berlin

One of Castro’s first acts as Cuba’s Prime Minister was to go on a diplomatic tour that started on April 15, 1959. His first stop was the United States, where he met with Vice President Nixon, after having been snubbed by President Eisenhower, who thought it more important to go golfing than to encourage friendly relations with a neighboring country. It seemed that the U.S. Administration did not take the new Cuban Prime Minister seriously after he showed up dressed in revolutionary garb. Delegating his Vice President to meet the new Cuban leader was an obvious rebuff. However, what was worse was that an instant dislike developed between the two men, when Fidel Castro met Vice President Richard Milhous Nixon. This dislike was amplified when Nixon openly badgered Castro with anti-communistic rhetoric. Once again, Castro explained that he was not a Communist and that he was with the West in the Cold War. However, during this period following the McCarthy era, Nixon was not listening. During Castro’s tour to the United States, Canada and Latin America, everyone in Cuba listened intently to what he had to say. Fidel’s speeches, that were shown on Cuban television, were troubling to Raúl and he feared that his brother was deviating from Cuba’s path towards communism. Becoming concerned by Fidel’s candid remarks, Raúl conferred with his close friend “Che” Guevara, and finally called Fidel about how he was being perceived in Cuba. Following this conversation, Raúl flew to Texas where he met with his brother Fidel in Houston. Raúl informed him that the Cuban press saw his diplomacy as a concession to the United States. The two brothers argued openly at the airport and again later at the posh Houston Shamrock Hotel, where they stayed. With the pressure on Fidel to embrace Communism he reluctantly agreed…. In time he whole heartily accepted Communism as the philosophy for the Cuban Government.

Se mostraba siempre encantador con ellas, con las otras. Gentil, ocurrente, adulador... Hélene sabía que Louis no era así. No con ella, al menos, y se atrevía a decir que le conocía, un poco... Louis era displicente pero amable, parco en cumplidos que sin embargo cuando pronunciaba se dirían sinceros. Egoísta, aunque también podía ser generoso, en especial si eso redundaba en su beneficio. Cruel y terrible, apasionado y tierno. Tenía muchos defectos, pero Hélene era tolerante y podía perdonárselos todos, tampoco ella era perfecta; no obstante, algunos los sobrellevaba mejor que otros. No le gustaba Louis cuando era falso o servil, y menos aun cuando humillaba a los demás. Y con todo le quería, le gustaba la suavidad con la que le acariciaba, sus besos en el pelo y lo fuerte que le abrazaba cuando el placer le llegaba. Amaba sus distantes ojos azules, aun cuando en ocasiones parecían no verla, y sus manos blancas y cuidadas, que jamás habían hecho ningún verdadero trabajo. No entendía por qué a veces era brusco y mordiente con ella y otras, dulce y amante. Habría querido que fuese a ella y no a la Marcigny a quien Louis ofreciese pastas de mantequilla, hojaldres y pastel de fresa delante de todo Tours. Pero sabía que eso no podía ser...

...Lance is the inevitable product of our celebrity-worshipping culture and the whole money-mad world of sports gone amok. This is the Golden Age of fraud, an era of general willingness to ignore and justify the wrongdoings of the rich and powerful, which makes every lie bigger and widens its destructive path.

Now the city, led by the new mayor, Darryl Grennell, was erecting a monument to honor the survivors of the Parchman Ordeal, and others who were arrested for attempting to march. The “Proud to Take a Stand” monument, a black granite wall with the names of all the 439 people who were wrongfully arrested, will stand in the grounds of the city auditorium. “It’s the first monument in Natchez that addresses a very traumatic, difficult, but ultimately victorious era in our history,” said Mayor Grennell. “No tour of civil rights history in the Deep South will be complete without a visit to this site.

Born on March 20, 1971, she celebrated her 100th birthday this past March. During the war she toured the battle zones, where British forces were fighting by giving concerts for the troops. The songs most remembered from that era are We'll Meet Again, The White Cliffs of Dover, A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square and There'll Always Be an England. During the Second World War she earned the title of “the Allied Forces Sweetheart.” And in 1945 she was awarded the British War Medal and the Burma Star for her untiring devotion to the Crown and the men in uniform. As a songwriter and actress, her recordings and performances were enormously popular. This popularity remained solid after the war with recording of Auf Wiedersehen Sweetheart, My Son, My Son and I Love This Land, which was released to mark the end of the Falklands War. In 2009, at age 92, she became the oldest living artist to top the UK Albums Chart, with We'll Meet Again, The Very Best of Vera Lynn. Commemorating her 100th birthday she released the album Vera Lynn 100, in 2017, which number 3 on the charts, making her the oldest recording artist in the world and the first centenarian performer to have an album in the charts. Vera Lynn devoted much time working with wounded ex-servicemen, disabled children, and breast cancer. She is held in great affection by veterans of the Second World War and in 2000 was named the Briton who best exemplified the spirit of the 20th century.

Before we begin our tour of the drug war, it is worthwhile to get a couple of myths out of the way. The first is that the war is aimed at ridding the nation of drug 'kingpins' or big-time dealers. Nothing could be further from the truth. The vast majority of those arrested are not charged with serious offenses. In 2005, for example, four out of five drug arrests were for possession, and one one out of five was for sales. Moreover, most people in state prison for drug offenses have no history of violence or significant selling activity. The second myth is that the drug war is principally concerned with dangerous drugs. Quite to the contrary, arrests for marijuana possession - a drug less harmful than tobacco or alcohol - accounted for nearly 80 percent of the growth in drug arrests in the 1990s. Despite the fact that most drug arrests are for nonviolent minor offenses, the War on Drugs has ushered in an era of unprecedented punitiveness.

Robert Ornstein’s book takes readers on a dazzling tour of the human quest for transcendence, from the paleolithic era when shamans created wall paintings to the contemporary use of psychedelic drugs for consciousness enhancing purposes, and to the rapidly evolving scientific understanding of the human brain. Ornstein provides deep historical, anthropological and scientific insights to understand the progressive evolution of human consciousness from one focused on survival to a “second system of cognition, inspiration and insight,” a world beyond the narrow doors of perception. Eloquently written and based on an encyclopedic knowledge of history, psychology and science, there are few books that make this journey as inspiring and entertaining as God 4.0.

El récord de la hora fue objetivo de los grandes desde que Henri Desgrange, futuro «padre» del Tour de Francia, consiguió la primera marca moderna en el Buffalo parisino, el de Toulouse-Lautrec, Montmartre con sol, bailarinas del Folies Bergère… Era 1893 y Desgrange llevaba en el manillar de su bici una botella con un litro de leche «por si me llega desfallecimiento»…

If it’s true that three-point shots go in 36 percent of the time and 10-foot shots go in just 40 percent of the time, then why are we assigning 50 percent more value to shots from beyond that magical little arc?

The addition of the three-point shot is the biggest rule change in any major sport in my lifetime. Imagine for a moment if FIFA suddenly ruled that any goals shot from beyond the 18-yard line are worth one and a half goals,

Think about that. To watch these games these days is to watch 24-foot jump shots over and over and over again. Moreover, to watch these games these days is to watch most of those shots miss.

You can read Moneyball as a testament to the analytical awakening in American sports, but you can also read it as a celebration of the irreversible integration of finance ideals and sports strategies. You can read it as a manual for integrating the ideological insights of finance capitalism into a front office, but you can also read it as evidence that our culture’s outrageous mania for computation, quantification, and efficiency is now striding alongside our favorite athletes on the playing surfaces of Fenway Park and Madison Square Garden. Make no mistake, this mania has always been there, but in post-Moneyball America, computation, quantification, and efficiency have achieved a superstar status like we’ve never seen before.

Sofonisba, so that you can protect yourself and your reputation. First, never contradict your betters. Avoid possessing any unflattering information about them unless you can utilize it. And don’t explain yourself to your inferiors. When your image is secure, your freedom will be too.” In addition to the hospitality and the duchess’ advice on court behavior, Sofonisba devoured the court’s spectacular art collection. With Master Clovio she toured the palace collection, which contained works by the best artists of the era. She stopped in front of a portrait of

Following the tour, the guides usher the visitors into a cavernous hall where interactive displays invite them to press buttons to learn about the different parts of the dollar or to hear about its history. Children press the buttons, but the lights do not go on, and so none of the questions are answered. They rush to the next interactive display only to find that it too no longer interacts. The large room also offers souvenirs for sale, such as a souvenir pen filled with shredded money. In a corner, Japanese tourists buy sheets of uncut American currency from women behind security windows of thick glass. They take the money home with them to use as novelty wrapping paper for gifts and flowers. The twentieth century became the era of paper money. Never before had so much of it been manufactured in so many countries and in so many denominations. Behind the perpetually operating machines of the U.S. Treasury lay a long process whereby paper money won the confidence of ordinary people.

Lennon was – whether by luck, accident or perceptive foresight – at the forefront of the psychedelic era’s passion for rose-tinted introspection, which channelled the likes of children’s literature, Victorian fairgrounds and circuses, and an innocent sense of wonder. McCartney, too, moved with the times when writing his children’s singalong Yellow Submarine. Among the hippie era’s other moments of nostalgia were Pink Floyd’s Bike and The Gnome from their debut album Piper At The Gates Of Dawn, recorded at EMI Studios as the Beatles worked on Sgt Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band; Jefferson Airplane’s White Rabbit, laid down in 1966 but released in the same month as Sgt Pepper, and which drew from Lewis Carroll’s Alice stories just as Lennon did; and many more, from Tiny Tim’s Tiptoe Through The Tulips to Traffic’s psychedelic fantasy Hole In My Shoe. The Beatles continued writing songs evoking childhood to the end of their days. Sgt Pepper – itself a loose concept album harking back to earlier, more innocent times – referenced Lewis Carroll (Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds), youthful anticipation of old age (When I’m Sixty-Four), a stroll down memory lane (Good Morning Good Morning), and the sensory barrage of a circus big top extravaganza (Being For The Benefit Of Mr Kite!). It was followed by Magical Mystery Tour and Yellow Submarine, two films firmly pitched at the widest possible audience. A splendid time was, indeed, guaranteed for all.

Fame is a marshmallow; cannot be hidden whether it's good or bad, so it floats

«El peso siempre fue mi talón de Aquiles. Además, nadie me había hablado sobre la dieta y al principio yo comía de todo. Hasta los postres que dejaban los compañeros. Considerar bajar hasta una tasa de grasa de 4 no valía la pena. Todo fue muy duro. No sabía mantener mi lugar en el pelotón ni agarrar una bolsa en la zona de abastecimiento y era incapaz de terminar una carrera. Hasta que Eufemiano Fuentes, un joven médico que acababa de llegar, me dio un discurso hipocrático, cargado de psicología, y seguí sus consejos al pie de la letra para entrenarme y perder peso». Transparente. Eso lo llevará al pie del podio en el Tour 2002 y al escalón más alto en el Mundial de Zolder. «Todos los días me siguen hablando de ese título de campeón del mundo de la contrarreloj. Algunas

No me esperaba gran cosa de la revelación de su lado oscuro: dos controles positivos para testosterona en 1999 y 2002, atrapado luego entre las redes de la Operación Puerto, dirigida por la Guardia Civil en 2006. Nada fácil de explicar. Me equivoqué, Botero fue el primero en lanzarse. Sobre la testosterona: Después de un primer control positivo en 1998 en el Tour de Romandía me hice exámenes en el Instituto Complutense de Madrid y, al ver los resultados, la UCI admitió que mi tasa elevada de testosterona era normal. Fijaron un umbral en 9 de manera arbitraria, todavía ignoro por qué. En todas las carreras que disputé en 1999, Tour de Valencia, París–Niza, Semana Catalana, di positivo. En Lausanne, nuevos exámenes volvieron a demostrar que todo era natural. Pero la UCI de todas maneras presionó para que me sancionaran y la Federación Colombiana me suspendió seis meses. Creo que el presidente de la UCI de esa época quiso demostrar su autoridad con un corredor principiante que no tenía los recursos para defenderse.

The intimate relation between obligation and likelihood is nicely illustrated by an anecdote from the Soviet era. The story goes that during his state visit to Moscow,27 Fidel Castro is shown around the capital by Leonid Brezhnev. First of all, Castro is invited for a beer, which he downs in one go, and praises heartily. ‘Yes,’ says Brezhnev, ‘it was provided by our good friends from Czechoslovakia.’ Then Castro is chauffeured around the city, and is rather taken by the limo. ‘Yes,’ says Brezhnev, ‘these cars are provided by our good friends from Czechoslovakia.’ Later on, they visit an exhibition of fine crystal, and Castro duly waxes lyrical. ‘Yes,’ says Brezhnev, ‘the crystal is provided by our good friends from Czechoslovakia.’ ‘They must be very good friends,’ says Castro. ‘Yes,’ says Brezhnev, ‘they must.

Cuando el fiscal Sopriani indagó en el ordenador de Conconi, allí aparecieron los datos de Pantani. En enero de 1994, su hematocrito era del 41 %. En junio, durante sus primeras exhibiciones en el Giro, la tasa había subido al 54 %. Y en julio, cuando pisó el podio del Tour, ya era del 57 %. El fiscal afirmó que Pantani había consumido EPO pero pidió la absolución porque ninguna ley contemplaba ese hecho como delito. Pantani salió libre, pero ya se iba deslizando hacia el abismo. Nunca

La contrarreloj final decidiría el ganador definitivo de la carrera. El día presagiaba una bonita batalla con la lluvia de testigo. Pero a Purito pronto se le mojó la pólvora. Samuel, muy cómodo durante los 19 kilómetros de un recorrido que había explorado en marzo, le recortó tiempo desde el segundo sector. El trazado resultaba complicado: estrecho, con muchas curvas y rincones. Ideal para motoristas como Samuel a los que les gustan las emociones fuertes. Por eso no dejó en ningún momento de pisar el acelerador hasta que se vio entrando como líder en meta. Samuel había superado a portentosos especialistas como Tony Martin. Fue una victoria espléndida, de las que se sueñan durante años: “Nadie se podía imaginar las ganas que tenía de conseguir esta Vuelta. Ningún corredor del planeta podía tener ni la mitad de ganas. Fueron tantos años de tiros al poste… Pero, cuando las cosas cuestan, al final saben mejor.A los 34 años puedo seguir cumpliendo retos y este, después de ganar el oro de Pekín y subirme al podio del Tour, era uno de los que me faltaban. Estoy plenamente feliz”.

El Automóvil Club Argentino (A.C.A.) alzó la voz para proponer que el cambio de sentido se hiciera el jueves 5 de octubre de 1944. ¿Por qué el 5 de octubre? Porque desde 1928, cada 5 de octubre se celebra en la Argentina el Día del Camino. ¿Y por qué en la Argentina se celebra el Día del Camino? Porque el 5 de octubre de 1925 se llevó a cabo en Buenos Aires el primer Congreso Panamericano de Carreteras, al que acudieron casi todos los países del continente donde, entre otras cosas, ¡se había planteado la necesidad de unificar las reglas sobre circulación de tránsito! El jueves 5 de octubre de 1944 que había propuesto el A.C.A. pasó sin pena ni gloria y los coches siguieron por sus carriles. De todas maneras, el cambio estaba en marcha. El general Juan Pistarini, ministro de Obras Públicas del presidente Farrell, se había sumado a la cruzada del carril: el 2 de octubre había firmado el decreto 26.965 que establecía que el domingo 10 de junio de 1945 a las seis de la mañana todos los automóviles del país debían modificar su sentido de marcha (el decreto fue del mismo día en que el ministro Pistarini elevó otro referido a la construcción del aeropuerto en Ezeiza). La cuenta regresiva, los ocho meses previos al cambio de mano, fueron intensos. Se estableció que la semana inicial todo el mundo manejaría a menor velocidad de la normal. Las máximas serían de 20 km/h en las zonas urbanas, 35 en las suburbanas y 70 en las carreteras en campo abierto. Se imprimieron calcomanías que debían pegarse en los vidrios traseros y delanteros de los autos, en la noche del 9 de junio. Las flechas indicaban por dónde debían ser pasados: por la izquierda. Quien no tuviera los calcos pegados recibía una multa. Los folletos con consejos buscaban resolver las situaciones de incertidumbre —por ejemplo en una bocacalle— con frases como: “Piense que si usted es una persona serena, el otro conductor puede ser un novicio de temperamento nervioso y perder el control en momento de peligro”. Otro de los consejos era: “Si se encuentra de frente con otro coche que no tiene en cuenta el cambio de mano, usted debe detener su vehículo y hacer al otro conductor las indicaciones necesarias”. ¿Habrán nacido allí los gestos que aún hacemos desde nuestros coches, para demostrar unos a otros y otros a unos que están o estamos equivocados? Como medida complementaria, se modificó el sentido de circulación de muchísimas calles de Buenos Aires. Un par de semanas antes del día M (M de mano), brigadas del Touring Club Argentino y del ya mencionado A.C.A. salieron con escaleras y martillos a estampar carteles viales. Se dieron vuelta 280 señales de estacionamiento y se adhirieron a las esquinas 6.500 flechas indicadoras del sentido de la circulación. Se acordó que los trenes y subtes no cambiarían de mano para no sumar más confusiones. En mayo se realizó un simulacro de cambio de mano en Corrientes y 9 de Julio. Durante un día, todos aquellos que desearan probarse podían dar vueltas alrededor del obelisco en el sentido contrario al que estaban acostumbrados (porque tradicionalmente se giraba en el sentido de las agujas del reloj y a partir de junio, sería al revés). La gente se paraba en la Plaza de la República para ver el espectáculo del giro a la izquierda. Además de la constante publicidad oficial, las empresas hicieron su aporte marketinero. Por ejemplo, la marca Cinzano publicó un aviso en los matutinos con un dibujo de automóviles girando en el nuevo sentido alrededor del obelisco, y la frase con rima: “Hoy cambie de mano, y siga tomando vermouth Cinzano”. La joyería Casa Escasany mostraba un reloj pulsera con correa de cuero que pasaba a la mano derecha. Su eslogan alusivo fue: “Hoy, cambio de mano. Verifique la velocidad de su coche con cronógrafos de Casa Escasany”. Otro aviso: “Tome su derecha y tome Geniol”. El de pinturerías Alba: “Desde el Alba del 10 de junio, todo el país

the papyri referred to a period, roughly three hundred years after the death of Christ, in which the barbarous Roman emperor Diocletian had initiated what was commonly known as the Great Persecution. It was from this era that most of the well-known stories of Christians martyred in the arena to ravenous beasts, of saints being roasted over slow fires, of endless roads lined with teetering crosses bearing the bodies of the crucified, sprang. Diocletian himself had come to Egypt on one of his triumphal tours, and in Alexandria had torn down all of the Christian churches and burned thousands of holy texts.

Someone—Tony or Warner Bros.?—had decided that the grueling schedule and the added tension in the band might be alleviated somewhat by the relative comfort of bus touring versus Old Blue. It was a nice idea. It might have even been a gambit to see if the camaraderie of sharing a luxurious living situation might heal the band’s broken bonds. So we loaded all of our gear into the parking lot behind our apartment and waited for our new accommodations to arrive. Everyone, I think even Jay, was excited about the prospect of spending at least some small part of our lives seeing what it was like to tour in style. That was until he laid eyes on the Ghost Rider. What we were picturing was sleek and non-ostentatious like the buses we had seen parked in front of theaters at sold-out shows by the likes of R.E.M. or the Replacements. Instead, what we got was one of Kiss’s old touring coaches—a seventies-era Silver Eagle decked out with an airbrushed mural in a style I can only describe as “black-light poster–esque,” depicting a pirate ship buffeted by a stormy sea with a screaming skeleton standing in the crow’s nest holding a Gibson Les Paul aloft and being struck by lightning. The look on Jay’s face was tragic. I felt bad for him. This was not a serious vehicle. I’m not sure how we talked him into climbing aboard, and once we did, I have no idea how we got him to stay, because the interior was even worse. White leather, mirrored ceilings, and a purple neon sign in the back lounge informing everyone, in cursive, that they were aboard the “Ghost Rider” lest they forget. So we embarked upon Uncle Tupelo’s last tour learning how to sleep while being shot at eighty miles per hour down the highway inside a metal box that looked like the VIP room at a strip club and made us all feel like we were living inside a cocaine straw. Ghost Rider indeed.

Railways ushered in an era of faster, cheaper mass transport – 25 million passengers in 1880, 240 million in 1910 – but for many Swiss it was still out of reach financially. What was affordable for British visitors was a luxury for locals. Transport history centre Via Storia reckons that most of those 240 million passengers were tourists and the small layer of Swiss society with money, but the middle classes could at least contemplate a trip for the first time; not often or far, but a possibility, although in third class most likely, as first class was double the price, and mountain trains were even more expensive. Someone from Zurich might manage a day trip once a year to Lake Lucerne or to another Swiss city, one that had probably been an economic rival until then.

Now there is an attempt to reverse the history, to go back to the happy days when the principles of economic rationalism briefly reigned, gravely demonstrating that people have no rights beyond what they can gain in the labor market. And since now the injunction to "go somewhere else" won't work, the choices are narrowed to the workhouse prison or starvation, as a matter of natural law, which reveals that any attempt to help the poor only harms them—the poor, that is; the rich are miraculously helped thereby, as when state power intervenes to bail our investors after the collapse of the highly-toured Mexican "economic miracle," or to save failing banks and industries, or to bar Japan from American markets to allow domestic corporations to reconstruct the steel, automotive, and electronics industry in the 1980s (amidst impressive rhetoric about free markets by the most protectionist administration in the postwar era and its acolytes). And far more; this is the merest icing on the cake. But the rest are subject to the iron principles of economic rationalism, now sometimes called "tough love" by those who allocate the benefits.

By Anne Kihagi - For Wine Enthusiasts Looking for Off-Beaten Path Ideas- Consider the Town of MurphysSuggested by Anne Kihagi California is known for its numerous vineyards and wineries. Located in Calaveras County, the town of Murphys is situated between Yosemite National Park and Lake Tahoe. It is home to several dozen wineries that operate year-round. Some of the wineries in the town include Indian Rock Vineyards, Mineral Wines Tasting Room, Newsome Harlow, and Courtwood Wine Tasting Tours. The town also offers unique boutique shops, art galleries, and fine dining. You can find items that are new to you at Best Friends Consignment Shop, peruse baseball cards at KCK Collectibles, and sample olive oil at Marisolio Olive Oil Tasting Bar. Unwind after a long day of shopping and wine tasting with dinner at Gabby’s Mexican Cuisine or V Restaurant, Bar, and Bistro. If you have a sweet tooth, visit JoMa’s Artisan Ice Cream or Aria Bakery. A place of interest located near Murphys is Moaning Cavern in Calaveras Trees State Park. It is the largest cavern in the state. If you are a history buff, you will enjoy learning about the town’s origins during the Gold Rush Era. It was started in 1848 by brothers John and Daniel Murphy. Some of the town’s original buildings are still in operation, like the Murphys Historic Hotel and Lodge. It earned a registered historic landmark designation because of the significant figures who once visited it, including Mark Twain and General Ulysses S. Grant.

Mi Tour consistía en unas treinta etapas. Una etapa era cierta cantidad de cartas una detrás de otra, una por cada cinco kilómetros. Lanzaba un dado y el tiempo de cada ciclista era la cantidad de turnos que necesitaba para hacer el recorrido, con una bonificación por el número de puntos que le sobraban para pasar la meta. Era honesto, pero intentaba intencionadamente ayudar a los grandes ciclistas, con el poder de mi mente. El cálculo de las clasificaciones representaba, por supuesto, un enorme trabajo, pero se trataba justamente de eso. Tenía cuadernos cuadriculados de tamaño folio llenos con esas clasificaciones; eran una vista maravillosa para disfrutarla después».