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On the fields of war, when casualties overwhelm the combat hospital, the medical staff has to make some hard decisions about who will be treated and who won't. If there are 100 wounded soldiers and resources to treat only 10, which 10 should it be?
Glenn Campbell
Oct 30, 2020 - 04:21 Updated: Oct 30, 2020 - 04:22
The lightly wounded will be passed over, because they will survive without treatment, but the most gravely injured may also be ignored, because the resources they require are huge and they will probably die not matter what you do. Instead, the ten selected will probably come from the middle range of "savable" patients who will most benefit from the limited resources available.
This sorting process is called "triage." You may see that name on the first nurse's station you encounter in a big-city emergency room. The job of the triage nurse is to decide who needs attention immediately and who can be allowed to wait.
But triage applies far beyond medicine. Virtually any meaningful human endeavor involves some form of it, because needs almost always exceed the resources available to address them.
Do you want to save innocent children from hunger, abuse, illness or illiteracy? Sure, who doesn't? The difficult question, though, is which children? There are a lot of hungry children in the world, so who will get the food? More difficult still: Which ones will you deliberately not feed?
Humans are generally poor at these decisions, and governments are even worse. The child who gets fed is typically the one who screams the loudest or who happens to be the most visible at the time food is given out. This shortchanges all the other children, the less visible ones, who might actually benefit more from intervention.
It feels good to help others. It feels bad to not help others, which is what triage invariably entails. If you work in the combat hospital, you may be saving ten patients, but you're also rejecting 90 others, and this can be extremely stressful. Those 90 and their families are going to hate you for your decision, and you will always wonder whether you made the right call.
No one wants to look a dying patient in the eye and say, "I could treat you but I won't." No one wants to reject a needy child. We tend to evade such discomfort by closing ourselves off from the world—avoiding the patient and not seeing the child—but the dilemma is still there.
Triage is painful, but someone has to do it. If no one does and patients are taken in at random or on a first-come-first-served basis, then many more are going to die overall. In a triage situation, you have to be tough, cool and somewhat aloof, but above all you have to choose and not just let things happen.
Everything in life involves triage, even how you choose to spend your free time. Your days on earth are limited, and there are more worthwhile things to do than you can possibly get to, so you have to practice triage with your time, choosing the activities that promise the most reward for the investment.
If you're a teacher in a crowded classroom, you must choose which students will most benefit from individual attention. If you're a manager, you may have to decide which workers to let go so the organization as a whole works best. If you're an author, you must choose which writing project is the most important to complete at the expense of all the others. It's all triage.
People often justify the way they spend their resources by saying, "It's for a good cause." Unfortunately, that answers only half the question. The other half is, "Is this the best cause I can be spending my resources on?" If you don't ask that, over and over, then you're not getting the most from them.
Everything you choose implies other things you are not choosing. Hawaii may be beautiful, but vacationing there means you can't go to Europe, so which one will you give up? Every decision is like that. Is what you are choosing really the best of all the available options, or just the most visible one?
Triage is a hard, painful task, but you have to do it. If you don't, then fate will do the triage for you, which is no better than choosing patients at random. You'll end up saving only 2 patients out of 100, instead of maybe 8.
When you are a god, you have to make these fatal choices. It comes with the territory of having resources to distribute or power over others. No matter which way you go, people will suffer, so you must choose the path that minimizes the total suffering and makes the best use of the gifts you have.
All of us have to make those god-choices. We have to reject as well as accept. We have to break hearts. We have to let people down.
That's what you have to do to save the world.
The Philosophers' Football Match: Just Hit the Ball!
Glenn Campbell is best known as a self-appointed Area 51 expert in the 1990s, appearing in dozens of TV shows and profiled in the New York Times. If you have heard of Area 51, it is due in part to Glenn's effort to organize information about the base and make it accessible to the mainstream media. In the new century, Glenn has shifted gears, becoming more philosophical. From 2005 to 2008, he appointed himself the unofficial "Family Court Guy" in Las Vegas, sitting in on court hearings and reporting on them. He is the author of THE CASE AGAINST MARRIAGE, a compilation of his essays on marriage, relationships and other modern day issues, and LIMBO, his first novel.
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Two fast-growing medical manufacturers, also among Minnesota's best stocks to own since 2017, surged this week after reporting better-than-expected earnings and upbeat outlooks.
Intricon, developer and manufacture of tiny, body-warn devices, including a low-cost hearing aid system, surged from $24 per share Monday to a record $29.40 close Wednesday on heavy trading volume.
Intricon, a long-time public company, has gotten traction with a bold strategy to take on big hearing aid competitors under veteran CEO Mark Gorder. It turned a better-than-expected profit in the first quarter, fat profit margins and quarterly revenue that was up 20 percent to $25.4 million.
Key partners have invested millions to help Intricon add space and equipment at its Arden Hills facilities.
Gorder is trying to disrupt the high-cost hearing aid business with a low-cost technology that works for more than 80 percent of weak-hearing clients.
The stock has run since 2017 from $7 per share to nearly $30; or a $200 million market value.
Tactile Systems of northeast Minneapolis, which went public last year at $10 per share, moved up sharply this week, to a $44.86 per share close on Wednesday; a value of more than $800 million.
Tactile on Monday reported a much smaller loss than expected in the first quarter on year-over-year revenue that increased 35 percent to $26.8 million.
Last September, the Food and Drug Administration cleared Tactile to use its Flexitouch at-home treatment for lymphedema swelling in the head and neck, as well as for swollen limbs, from the excess fluid buildup that often results from cancer treatment. Flexitouch has been recognized by independent analysts as an economical way to treat lymphedema with a system that costs about $5,000 instead of repeated clinic visits and open-ended hospital stays.


Söll is a well-known ski resort 10km south of Kufstein. Once a favourite of boozy, raucous visitors in the 1980s, the resort has successfully reinvented itself and is now a family-oriented place with myriad outdoor activities.
The highest skiing area overlooking the resort is Hohe Salve at 1828m.
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Scientists have proven that the fungus Geomyces destructans causes white-nose syndrome, a fast-spreading and highly lethal disease of bats.
Pictured in 2008, a biologist takes samples from a cave in an early attempt to determine the cause of the deadly white-nose syndrome in hibernating bats. Scientists from the University of Wisconsin-Madison and other institutions confirmed that the fungus, Geomyces destructans, indeed causes white-nose syndrome, which is decimating bats in the Eastern United States and spreading rapidly through the Midwest.
Research published today (Wednesday, Oct. 26) in the journal Natureprovides the first direct evidence that this fungus is responsible for a disease that is decimating bats in North America.
Research at the USGS National Wildlife Health Center in Madison, by scientists from the U.S. Geological Survey, the University of Wisconsin-Madison, and other institutions, showed that 100 percent of healthy little brown bats exposed to G. destructans developed white-nose syndrome while hibernating in captivity.
The study fulfilled established criteria for proving that a microbe causes an infectious disease: A pure culture of a suspected pathogen is able to infect a host plant or animal, which then develops the clinical signs of the disease, and then the pathogen is re-isolated from the experimentally infected host species.
White-nose syndrome is a skin infection that often begins around the muzzle, but the exact mechanism of mortality is unknown.
"By identifying the causative agent of white-nose syndrome, this study provides information that is critical for developing management strategies to preserve vulnerable bat populations and the ecosystem services that they provide in the U.S. and Canada," says study author David Blehert, a microbiologist at the Wildlife Health Center, and a honorary fellow at the School of Veterinary Medicine at UW–Madison.
This study could help bat conservation by supporting refinements to disease management strategies, said Jeffrey Lorch, a graduate student in the UW–Madison Molecular and Environmental Toxicology Center, another contributor to the study.
Although the study demonstrated that G. destructans can spread by contact between bats, transmission through the air was not seen. Still, it's likely that the fungus can spread by several mechanisms, Blehert added.
Insect-eating bats provide ecological services that are estimated to save the U.S. agricultural industry billions of dollars each year in insect-control expenses. However, U.S. bat populations have been declining at an alarming rate since 2006, when white-nose syndrome first appeared in New York State. Since then, the fungus G. destructans has spread southward and westward and has now been found in 16 states and four Canadian provinces.
Bat declines in the Northeast, the most severely affected region in the United States, have already exceeded 80 percent. G. destructans has reached Indiana and Ontario, Canada, Lorch said, and could shortly arrive in Wisconsin.
Confirming G. destructans as the cause of white-nose syndrome could not only support research into various disease management strategies for bats, Lorch added, but also aid those trying to predict how fast and far it will spread. The results could further help explain why G. destructans is deadly to bats in North America, but not to bats in Europe.
One likely explanation is that long-term exposure in Europe has caused bats to evolve to coexist with the fungus. Because the fungus was recently introduced to North America, the severity of white-nose syndrome in bats on this continent may reflect exposure of naïve bat populations to a novel pathogen.


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Section 1: Introduction to Writing in Professions lays out aspects of writing that are fairly universal across disciplines.
Disciplinary Perspectives discuss aspects of writing that are specific to particular disciplines. The writing, reading, research, and documentation disciplinary perspective sections are also found under Sections, listed alphabetically by discipline. Related videos and annotated writing examples are linked on discipline-specific pages.
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Hi, I'm Joey. I'm a 30-something software engineer (read: big nerd) in Salt Lake City. When I grow up I'd like to be a seminary professor (read: even bigger nerd).
Well, I've gone and joined the internet craze that is Flickr. Feel free to snoop through "my photos":http://www.flickr.com/photos/joeyday/. So far I've uploaded the same ones that are available at "janeneday.com":http://www.janeneday.com, but in time I'll be uploading actual wedding pictures. I've had at least one request and I intend not to dissappoint.
I've also installed a WordPress extension called "Flickit":http://chancecube.com/flickit/. It allows me to post my Flickr images to my blog, like the one to the left.
Anyone else using Flickr out there? I'd love to see your photos, too. Post a link in the comments below.
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Yerseke Harbour, the Netherlands; on pontoons, leg. Mart Karremans and Herre Stegenga. 10 Jun 2006. Herre Stegenga. © Herre Stegenga (Stegenga@nhn.leidenuniv.nl).
The type species (holotype) of the genus Hincksia is Hincksia ramulosa J.E.Gray.
Type locality: Zadar, Croatia (Silva, Basson & Moe 1996: 569). Type: Giovanni Battista Sandri; (Silva 1996-to date Notes: KIEL? Womersley (1987) gives the following data for Ectocarpus sandrianus Zanardini in Kuetzing: Type from the Adriatic Sea; in Museo Civico Correr, Venice, Italy.


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DUI charges are regularly prosecuted in the Second Municipal District Courthouse in Skokie, Illinois (also referred to as the Old Orchard Courthouse or Skokie Courthouse). The vast majority of these DUI cases are prosecuted as misdemeanor offenses, although Felony DUIs are prosecuted here as well. There are multiple misdemeanor DUI courtrooms within this courthouse (primarily on the first floor of the building, Rooms 101-104) where these cases are heard daily. Suburban Felony DUI matters are typically handled in courtrooms on the second floor of this courthouse. Additionally, there are courtrooms on the first floor where Chicago Felony DUI cases are heard.
There are numerous villages that comprise the Second Municipal District, which include Glenview, Northbrook, Skokie, Wilmette, Deerfield, Morton Grove, Niles, Park Ridge, Northfield, Kenilworth, Golf, Lincolnwood, Evanston, Glencoe, Des Plaines, and Winnetka. Each of these villages make arrests for driving under the influence and the arresting officers are scheduled to appear and/or testify on DUI and other traffic matters on specified dates throughout the calendar year (commonly called key dates). With the exception of Northbrook, DUI matters at Skokie courthouse are prosecuted by the Cook County State's Attorney's Office, which is led by an elected official, the Cook County State's Attorney. Northbrook is the only Village where a team of Village Prosecutors have been contracted by Northbrook to handle first and second offender DUI cases.
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Wow.. such an active year. There are many things happened in this year, new company, wife's pregnant, and music life. I guess there are even more in next year lol.
Today I and my wife went to do 4D Ultrasound Test at Siriraj Hospital. This is the 3rd ultrasound test, but this test is more special because we can see our child's face.


Flyaway clothes have a unique free shape. But this does not mean that you should buy clothes more for size. It's all just a style in which clothes do not stick to the body, but freely envelopes it. The flyaway method is suitable for any shape because it can hide the flaws of the figure and emphasize its dignity. It is very difficult to describe a flyaway style, it must be felt. This is not baggy clothes and the clothes which have clear lines that conceal your body but do not make it big. In this swimsuit, your image will look a little relaxed informal and a little frivolous.
Collections of clothes for swimming by Chuanqi, Profile By Gottex, Shape Solver are filled with such things, as they give ease and comfort to women who dress them. It should be noted that a variety of flyaway styles is very large, and, no matter how repeated familiar silhouettes, designers have managed to interpret them so that there are quite interesting and original models.
Many people think that it's just clothes that are a bit bigger than the right size. This is an erroneous opinion because, despite the loose lines, bathing clothes in the style of the flyaway are made using a special technology in which many details, such as the back, the belt, the top and so on, are intentionally and very clearly increased. Flyway swimsuits are suitable for both large and miniature girls. In the case when a woman is confused by a certain area in her body, the clothes of the flyway will all adjust, for example, improve the appearance of the thighs or chest.
Swimwear flyaway in the style of minimalism is not saturated with details, and the main emphasis is on a form.
Flyaway swimwear with a mixture of decorative elements, which makes these models remarkable and unique. Many models are decorated with ruffles.
With straps or in the style of a bondo.
Speaking of the form, it is basically the top style in the style of the flyaway, and the bottom can be at your discretion. Flyaway makes women plus size more beautiful due to interesting folds and the creation of a cozy, soft and free image.
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The Immigration Trap
Ed Kilgore notes that Rick Perry will be spending his Labor Day weekend in South Carolina and might end up walking into a buzz saw:
It's well known that Perry's record and positions on immigration represent the one glaring area where he's significantly out of step with conservative orthodoxy. He has, after all, consistently supported a guest-worker program and a path to citizenship for undocumented workers, both positions contemptuously dismissed as code for "amnesty" by many conservative activists. Worse yet, from their point of view, he signed and still defends a state version of the DREAM Act, which provides in-state tuition rates at state universities for illegal immigrants brought to this country as children.
….So it's well worth noting that the co-inquisitor who will be sitting next to Jim DeMint (along with right-wing Princeton professor Robert George) at the Palmetto Freedom Forum event on Labor Day will be none other than [Tom] Tancredo's successor as Congress' preeminent anti-immigration agitator, Representative Steve King of Iowa. King, whose views on the subject are so extreme that he was denied the chairmanship of a House subcommittee on immigration despite being its senior member, can hardly be expected to pass up an opportunity to bash Perry's record in the forum's one-on-one questioning format.
….If Rick Perry does walk into a beatdown by King in Columbia, and doesn't handle it well, the political consequences could be pretty serious….If the extremely powerful Jim DeMint is looking for an excuse to support someone else or simply withhold his imprimatur, watching Perry squirm while his buddy King taunts him with a hot poker could provide an excellent excuse. And even more obviously, King is a major powerbroker back home in Iowa, and is likely capable of stopping Perry's recent momentum in the state.
My guess is that if Perry has been able to handle himself on this issue in Texas, he can probably handle himself in South Carolina. Besides, where is the hardcore anti-immigrant vote going to go? Mitt Romney? Hardly. Michele Bachmann? Maybe. She's the obvious choice, and she's made a show of talking up immigration issues lately. What's worse, on immigration Perry really will have to contend with the ghost of George Bush, another Texas governor who held moderate immigration views and ended up getting pilloried by his own party for it.
Still, I suspect that Perry will he able to pivot well enough to avoid a disaster. He'll never be the favorite of the anti-immigration crowd, but he'll probably be good enough. It'll be worth watching how he does, though.

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The National Theater Company of Korea (NTCK)
is one of the nation's flagship theater companies
with the longest history of 70 years.
The National Theater Company of Korea (NTCK) is one of the nation's flagship theater companies with the longest history of 70 years. Its inaugural production was Won Sul Lang – The General's Son in April 1950. In 2010, in its 60th anniversary year, NTCK separated from the National Theater of Korea, the umbrella organization of national performing arts companies, and set out on a new journey as an independently incorporated foundation with two studio theater spaces in Seogye-dong, Seoul.
The year 2015 marked another historical moment for NTCK, as it announced its Season Company of seventeen talented actors and returned to its original home Myeongdong Theater (558 seats) located in the metropolis center, where it had enjoyed years of glory from 1957 to 1975 as the mecca of the nation's performing arts. Now as the nation's largest producing theater, operating three theater spaces, NTCK is ready to be an international center for drama, embracing the living legacy of the Korean stage, and open up new horizons for contemporary theater.
Official Name The National Theater Company of Korea (NTCK)
Address Space of Culture in Seogye-dong (Baek Seonghui & Jang Minho Theater, The Theater PAN)
: 373 Cheongpa-ro, Yongsan-gu, Seoul, 04302, Korea
Myeongdong Theater
: 35 Myeongdong-gil, Jung-gu, Seoul, 04534, Korea
Theaters Myeongdong Theater (558 seats), Baek Seonghui & Jang Minho Theater (190 seats), The Theater PAN (100 seats)
History of NTCK
1950 Established as the Association of the New Theater and a resident company of the National Theater
1953 During the Korean War, NTCK temporarily opened in Daegu
1957 After the war, NTCK operated Myeongdong Theater as its own venue
1972 NTCK held its last performance Songhakjeong at Myeongdong Theater
1973 NTCK became a resident company of the National Theater in Jangchoong-dong
1975 Myeongdong Theater closed
2009 Myeongdong Theater re-opened
2010 Officially registered as an independently incorporated foundation in Seogye-dong
2011 Performed its inaugural production Oedipus at Myeongdong Theater
2015 Returned to its original home, Myeongdong Theater, with the new Season Company of seventeen actors
373 CHEONGPA-RO, YONGSAN-GU, SEOUL, 04302, KOREA Email cs@ntck.or.kr FAX +82-2-3279-2289 COPYRIGHT 2014 NATIONAL THEATER COMPANY OF KOREA. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.


I have an Amiga 3000 that after the removal of the leaking battery it never started up again.
Since it seems all fine around the battery (i cleaned it, the pins of the chips around it seem to be all properly connected, i tested them one by one with the scheme).
in the Amber chip (i removed all the removeable chips, and found it it is a big dark on the pin on one corner).
In the kickstart chips (they are not original, not sure whether they are really working or not).
Also, anyone would like to help me fixing this nice computer is welcome.
A3000 kickstart chips are available at several Amiga retailers. Amigakit, Vesalia and Amigastore.eu are just 3 of them. Vesalia would probably be the cheapest option for you for shipping as they are located in Germany. They also have stock of some Amiga custom chips, have a look on the website. Also there is Software Hut that is back, only on eBay though, (search for them), they have numerous hard to find chips for sale.
I have advertised a pair of KS 3.1 ROMs for the Amiga 3000, they are 40.68.
AFAIK, 40.70 does not exist for A3000.
Hi mate, print flickerfixer schematic and check all connection before ordering a new Amber: in my case was some PCB tracks corroded by battery!
Also find a friend with an A2320 or another A3000 to check your Amber.
Well, I already bought the ones that goes into socket U182/3, version 40.68. I hope i will be able to fit those on my mobo version 9.3, i see there are already the chip socket over there, so i do not need any additional board, right?
Otherwise these were the chips i would have bought in the first place instead.
Or send m/b to vibros or me for a repair.
Or at least, i would like to participate in the repairing activity... are you passing by Turin sometime?
By the way, the above picture is take from my a3000 board. Both ROM chip are not original, and are of type 27C220.


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Try a Clear Conservative Message Next Time?
Voting results in the last few presidential elections (2012 figures as of the writing of the post):
Obama 2012 - 60,173,541 - - Romney 2012 - 57,449,374
Obama 2008 - 69,498,516 - - McCain 2008 - 59,948,323
Kerry 2004 - 59,028,444 - - - Bush 2004 - 62,040,610
Though the 2012 totals are not final, in terms of the current count Romney not only lost 7% of George Bush's vote in 2004, but surprisingly got 4% less than McCain's in 2008.
Though Romney did better than McCain on moderates (41% to McCain's 39%) and actually won independents (50% to Obama's 45%), enough liberals turned out that he lost the election. In fact, liberals way over-performed.
Gallup finds that in 2012 40% of Americans self-identify as conservative, 35% as moderate and only 21% as liberal. The exit polling yesterday shows that those who voted self-identified as 35% conservative, 41% moderate and 25% liberal. Conservative voters were down 5% from the national average, moderate voters up 6% and liberal voters up 4%. That points to a significant number of conservatives staying home and liberals turning out. In fact in 2012 liberals outperformed their turnout in 2008! So, even though Romney did better with voting liberals (11% vs. 10%), moderates (41% vs. 39%) and conservatives (82% vs 78%) than McCain, Romney as of now has fewer votes.*
President Obama played to his hard base, and they turned out even though his total vote was down 13% from 2008 (see chart above). Still, liberal enthusiasm was enough to pull him over the line (see Vote Lib vs. Gallup Lib in the chart at left) because they out performed their actual population percentage.
Romney did not garner even the mediocre voter support McCain, hobbled by the economic meltdown of September 2008, drew. McCain's reasonable showing was due largely to Sarah Palin who attracted huge, enthusiastic crowds in 2008 equaled only by Obama's 2008 crowds.
In contrast, Romney played to independents, and both independent and conservative turnout was basically static in 2012 compared with 2008. Moderate turnout was actually down 3 points.
My family and I voted because we always do. But lots of other folks stayed home (among Democrats too) because no candidate presented a vision worth following. President Obama's "I inherited a mess and am doing the best I can" and hard turn to left issues (abortion, contraception, tax the rich-share the wealth) kept enough of his base to overcome Governor Romney's failure to increase his base turnout with "I can create jobs".
In back to back presidential elections two articulate Republican vice presidential candidates have not been enough to overcome the presidential candidates' lack of ability to make a convincing case for their view of how to govern.
A clear call to conservative, constitutional values such as Governor Palin, Senator Rand Paul and Senator-elect Ted Cruz have shown may be enough to win in 2016.
An uptick in conservative voters equaling the uptick in liberal voters yesterday, would mean a 9% increase (5% to equal their 40% share and 4% to catch up with the liberal increase). That would be a swing of about 3.7 million votes making Romney winner in popular vote by almost a million votes, slightly less than Obama is currently winning by.
Most conservative pundits bought into this year's the "we've-got-the-conservatives-the-important-thing-is-to-win-the-moderates" strategy. There was no real push to focus on on important economic and societal truths. Maybe defeat will help conservative political leadership rethink that strategy. The "boring but competent" candidate model did not work even though he won a majority of independent voters.
*In 2004 George W. Bush did better with voting conservatives (84% vs. McCain 78% vs. Romney 82%), moderates (45% vs. 39% vs. 41%) and liberals (13% vs. 10% vs. 11%) than either McCain or Romney.
Posted by T. D. at 3:59 PM
James Nicholas said...
"A clear call to conservative, constitutional values such as Governor Palin, Senator Rand Paul and Senator-elect Ted Cruz have shown may be enough to win in 2016."
Hear, hear!
Good to hear you again. Me, I am lamenting the loss of the country. Bob Beckle was saying that there are fewer and fewer caucasians in the country. Ten million new voters, and the ones from south of the border vote Democrat by default. Unless we can convince those coming into the country the moral superiority of freedom, then by the time we get to the next election we will have no more viable two party system than Massachusettes or California has. Not good.
Still, good to hear from you, TD!
T. D. said...
Republicans need to tap into the black and hispanic high sense of morality, family and church commitment. Remember gay marriage being derailed in California by the outpouring of black voters for Obama in 2008? That's the place to start. Maybe the Marco Rubios and Susanna Martinezes can lead the way among hispanics.
Thanks for the encouragement, JN!
I had some family matters that were taking time during September and October, so that was a really slow period for blogging.
But, things are good now.
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Q: Minimum accuracy of startMonitoringForRegion in meters I've encountered problem with startMonitoringForRegion method in iOS 5. Documentation says that method is taking parameter "accuracy":
- (void)startMonitoringForRegion:(CLRegion *)region desiredAccuracy:(CLLocationAccuracy)accuracy

I'm currently developing an app that should notify user when he's in 25 meters radius from monitored point. App uses GPS with kCLLocationAccuracyBestForNavigation setting. I'm creating (CLRegion *)region like this:
CLRegion *pointRegion = [[CLRegion alloc] initCircularRegionWithCenter:pointLocation radius:25.0 identifier:identifier];

and setting accuracy parameter in startMonitoringForRegion for kCLLocationAccuracyBestForNavigation.
Region monitoring works well in my app, however didEnterRegion method fires when user is around 100 meters from monitored region, not 25 meters.
Is there minimum value of radius in startMonitoringForRegion that is not described in Apple's documentation or am I doing something wrong? Is it possible to set region monitoring to relatively small values (like 5-25 meters)?

A: You cannot set iOS Region Monitoring to lower values unless turning on significantLocationChanges. It's only working in US in bigger cities because region monitoring is based on cellular network.

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The Leg Drag is an effective way to pass the open guard to side control or your opponent's back! Come learn the intricacies of this position from 2nd Degree BJJ Black Belt Andrew Smith.
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Tarjetas postales (Postcard series)
Juan Carlos Alom(Havana, 1964)
Juan Carlos Alom is a strange mix between a gypsy and a maroon, and is at the same time a cultivated artist and a street-smart man, a restless, fidgety spirit, difficult to grasp, define or characterize. His essentially drifting personality has allowed him to feel at ease in both the vortex of big cities and the solitude of mountains.
In Tarjetas Postales, Juan Carlos Alom has made a fake ethnography of slavery. Two friends from his neighbourhood have lent themselves to the experience and posed with an improvised yoke around their necks, like the yoke that slave traders placed on their "goods" to prevent them from escaping during their transfer from the slave ship to the square where they would be sold. The artist creates the illusion that this is an old photographic document, but in leaving the small earring that shines in the ear of one of the models – a hardly perceptible detail – he commits an intentional anachronism that reveals his true intention: to make us discover the present, the contemporaneity of the image, the situation and those depicted. Perhaps slavery has returned to his own neighbourhood in today's Cuba? Is racism a new form of slavery, as heavy and bothersome as those ancient yokes? The image is a forceful critical comment on the current situation of black people in Cuba, who continue to bear different forms of oppression by reason of their skin colour and that not even the distant abolition of slavery, or the improvements achieved by the revolution and socialism have been able to eradicate completely.
Technique: Digital print laminated on PVC
Size: 71 x 150 cm
Theme: colonialism race
Concept: colonialism race
Havana Solo
Juan Carlos Alom
Tata Güines
Sin palabras (Without words)


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Category / mental health
16 – Letting Go of Emotional Baggage
Cila Warncke, health and wellness, mental health, writing
Cila Warncke, mental health, mindfulness, personal development, self-care, Tiny Buddha, wellness
Gradually, my writing moved beyond all music, all the time. There is a heart of darkness in Ibiza's club world; the shadows got long. It was time to look at things differently. This piece was written for Tiny Buddha. You can read the full article here.
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"Sometimes the past should be abandoned, yes. Life is a journey and you can't carry everything with you. Only the usable baggage." ~Ha Jin
You've probably heard of the fear of missing out but what about the fear of letting go?
My father was volatile and mentally unstable. Criticism was his preferred method of communication. As a child and teenager, I learned to keep my thoughts and feelings locked away and became an expert at deflecting personal questions.
Without realizing it, I carried this habit into adulthood, avoiding any talk about my feelings or turning them into a joke. When a friend finally called me on it, the shock of self-recognition quickly turned to resistance. This is who I am, I thought. Why should I change?
I plodded on, working as hard as ever to keep my fortress intact. It wasn't making me happy yet I wasn't ready to change.
As I struggled with my desire to cling to hurtful memories and self-defeating behaviors, it dawned on me that I was afraid to let go because defensiveness was part of my identity.
The problem wasn't that I had baggage—everyone has baggage—but that it had come to define me. I didn't know who I would be without it. At that point it hit me: I had to dig deep, discover the person I wanted to be, and then act on it.
After I identified that I was holding on to the past because it seemed too important to jettison, I discovered that letting go is harder than it sounds. Relaxing a long-held belief isn't a one-day, one-week, or even a one-year process. However, it is possible.
Read the rest at Tiny Buddha.
James Baldwin +Black Lives Matter
authors, books, Cila Warncke, creativity, freedom, mental health, politics, writers, writing
American racism, Black Lives Matter, Esquire, James Baldwin, James Baldwin interview, James Baldwin novel, James Baldwin race, James Baldwin short story, police brutality, protest, racial justice, racism
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The late literary genius and humanist nonpareil James Baldwin spoke for Black Lives Matter decades before the movement gained a name. And as a gay black man, born poor, he understood intersectionality in a profound sense.
Baldwin's gifts included the ability to study himself and report, however painful or unflattering the truths that emerged. This spawned an empathy as rare as wise. He didn't excuse cruelty but he acknowledged and, as a writer, rendered in meticulous detail the pain that (often) underlies it.
The following quotes, from interviews and from his fiction, articulate truths that are as urgent and relevant today as when he uttered them.
"Look, we live in Harlem, let's say, or we live in Watts. The mother who comes down there with his cap and his own gun in his holster, he doesn't know what my day is like. He doesn't know why I get drunk when I do. He doesn't know anything about me at all. He's scared shitless of me. Now, what the fuck is he doing there? All he can do is shoot me. He's a hired concentration-camp keeper…. All you can do is bring in tanks and tear gas—and call the National Guard when it gets too tight. And think you can fight a civil war and a global war at the same time."
Baldwin speaking to Esquire in 1968
"The black cat in the streets wants to protect his house, his wife and children. And if he is going to be able to do this he has to be given his autonomy, his own schools, a revision of the police force in a very radical way. It means, in short, that if the American Negro, the American black man, is going to become a free person in this country, the people of this country have to give up something. If they don't give it up, it will be taken from them."
"The country has got the police force it deserves, and of course if a policeman sees a black cat in what he considers a strange place he's going to stop him—and you know of course the black cat is going to get angry. And then somebody may die. But it's one of the results of the cultivation in this country of ignorance. Those cats in the Harlem street, those white cops; they are scared to death and they should be scared to death. But that's how black boys die, because the police are scared."
"I'd learned how to get by. I'd learned never to be belligerent with policemen, for instance. No matter who was right, I was certain to be wrong…. I only had one head and it was too easy to get it broken… I figured out what answers he wanted and I gave them to him. I never let him him think he wasn't king."
'Previous Condition' in Going to Meet the Man
"Those boys, now, were living as we'd been living then, they were growing up with a rush and their heads bumped abruptly against the low ceiling of their actual possibilities. They were filled with rage."
'Sonny's Blues' in Going to Meet the Man
"For everyone's life begins on a level where races, armies, and churches stop. And yet everyone's life is always shaped by races, churches, and armies; races, churches, armies menace, and have taken, many lives."
'This Morning, This Evening, So Soon' in Going to Meet the Man
"To be forced to excavate a history is, also, to repudiate the concept of history, and the vocabulary in which history is written; for the written history is, and must be, merely the vocabulary of power, and power is history's most seductively attired false witness…. One thing is absolutely certain: one can repudiate, or despise, no one's history without repudiating or despising one's own. Perhaps that is what the gospel singer is singing."
Just Above My Head
"All the years that we spent in and out of the South, I always wanted to say to those poor white people, so busy turning themselves and their children into monsters: Look. It's not we who can't forget. You can't forget. We don't spend all our waking and sleeping hours tormented by your presence. We have other things to do: don't you have anything else to do? Maybe you really don't? Maybe the difference between us is that I never raped your mother, or your sister, or if and when I did, it was out of rage, it was not my way of life… Maybe the difference between us is that I've never been afraid of the prick you, like all men, carry between their legs and I never arranged picnics so that I could cut it off of you before large, cheering crowds."
A short quarantine reading list
books, Cila Warncke, literature, mental health, novels, writing
books, COVID-19, James Baldwin, Jane Austen, Nick Lezard, Oscar Wilde, Primo Levi, reading, writers, writing
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It Gets Worse by Nick Lezard
Another Country by James Baldwin
The Importance of Being Earnest by Oscar Wilde
If This is a Man by Primo Levi
Even before a ton of ordure hit the propeller-style cooling device I'd only read three books this year.
Since the age of six or seven I've been capable of reading three average-length books a day. Once, when I was about 9, I read 1,000 pages in a day, to see if could.
On another occasion (again, pre-teen) I read The Lord of the Rings trilogy in three days.
The point I'm sidling towards is that it is a sign of spiritual/ emotional/ logistical malaise when my word-consumption dips to such low levels. (The other obvious conclusion is I was backward as a kid, which is fair, but there were reasons.)
Being almost too far gone in anxiety to even read a book is new and unnerving. Books have always been a reliable portal away from the unappetitliche present, but the present present has got me so tied in knots I'm afraid to miss anything.
Initially, I tried to negotiate this in my usual Protestant, eat-your-beet-greens-they're-good-for-you fashion. That is, I started a book about Palestine. If there is one thing more depressing than coronavirus, it's the situation of Palestine. Reading about children getting shot with tear-gas canisters and all the other interminable head-fucking brutality of the Israeli occupation was enough to make me think that maybe enough humans are ugly enough that we all deserve to be wiped out by a virus.
Not reading material for these times.
After that failed effort, I didn't read anything for a few days. Then my friend Nick emailed and it turned out I bought his book (presciently titled It Gets Worse) last year and forgotten to read it. That's like discovering the bottle at the back of the cupboard you thought was cheap emergency plonk is a fantastic vintage meant for a special occasion.
This is a special occasion.
So, I'm (finally) on my way to having read four books this year. When I finish Nick's book I may go back and reread his first, Bitter Experience Has Taught Me, because it's nice to hear a friend's voice — especially when it is funny, acid, and laden with anecdote.
After that, I'll try Jane Austen, James Baldwin, Oscar Wilde and Primo Levi.
Disparate, yet equally essential.
All of these writers, including Ms Austen (whose reputation for daintiness is undeserved) exhibit rare levels of integrity, perspicacity and moral clarity. They took the world as it was, but refused to accept the supposed constraints of that relationship.
And they, one and all, write sentences so good I have to pause and let the wave of admiration/envy/admiration pass. Right now, it's reading for pleasure, or not at all.
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The New Barebacking
Cila Warncke, freedom, health and wellness, Jack Gilbert, mental health, poets, writing, writing inspiration
barebacking, coronavirus, face masks, health, isolation, Jack Gilbert, mental health, responsibility, social distancing
I had to go to the village today.
Photo by Kate Trifo on Unsplash
On the short drive to the village a couple of cars passed heading the opposite direction, both drivers wore surgical masks.
In the taxi rank in the village a driver leaned against the hood of his car, mask tucked beneath his chin, smoking.
The receptionist and vet wore blue masks.
The middle-aged man with the shock of dark curly hair who passed me on the sidewalk wore a white N95 mask.
The lady carrying two armloads of groceries wore a mask.
The young dude unlocking his car wore a mask.
Barefaced and bare-handed, I felt like a lowlife misfit.
Appearing in public sans mask is the new barebacking. Socially irresponsible, verging on reprehensible.
On arriving home, I decided it was time to buy masks (Amazon orders are delivering a month out, so thanksthefuckverymuch Jeff Bezos, I'm off elsewhere).
Covid Photo by pixpoetry on Unsplash
Why the previous reluctance?
Because I don't want to walk around thinking the next breath is going to kill me, or someone else. For the first time, I have an inkling how some men feel about condom use. Yeah, sure fine it's the most appropriate thing to do but goddamn it, who wants to experience the world through a prophylactic shield?
Cherry blossoms are out, yellow wands of broom, did I mention the walnut trees are leafing? The air is pristine, sharp and Atlantic-cold. Our neighbor trundles up and down the road in an old red tractor, moving wine-sweet hay bales.
I do not want to touch the world with rubber fingers and breathe through layers of activated carbon. Why the hell would I sign up for that? Why not just lock myself in a sterile box and wait to die?
Okay, it's not that dramatic but something important is being (has been?) lost in all this. Our sense of touch is already degraded from devoting too much of it to digital screens. We rarely breathe as deeply as we should. This stupid cunning virus is robbing us not just of too many lives but, sneakily, of things that make life worth living.
I'll probably end up like wearing a mask for the common good (assuming I can beg borrow or steal one) but I refuse to think it is a Good Thing, in a larger sense.
We cannot do without enjoyment, wrote to Jack Gilbert. The ordinary sensual pleasures of filling our lungs and encountering the world through touch are not dispensable.
Photo by Chris Murray on Unsplash
The Future? Don't Bet on It
Cila Warncke, creativity, freedom, health and wellness, mental health, writer
coronavirus, COVID19, friendship, hope, Julio Vincent Gambuto, Mavis Gallant, Rebecca Solnit, the future, writing
Last year, Chris and I spent Easter week with our dear, long-long-long-standing friends
C & R in Yorkshire. On the edge of the moors. Next door, it transpired, to my ex-boyfriend (who, true to form, was smoking on the front porch as I had my first cup of coffee).
Twelve months ago, someone I'd met and dated in Ibiza turning up next-door in a northern English was cause to murmur, small world.
Yorkshire bluebells
Today, proof of the world's smallness is inescapable and grim. The ticker-tape death toll mounts, the number of official coronavirus cases races towards two million and even the most fortunate of us hunker at home, waiting for a future that might never happen (that's cribbed from Mavis Gallant, who wrote exquisitely about societies in meltdown and the delusions they cherish on the way to the flames).
There seems to be a split take on COVID-19. Either, it's going to usher in hitherto unimaginable era of mutual support and higher consciousness or we're going to be dragged (resisting or not) back into the machine and crushed between the cogs of resurgent capitalism.
The latter argument is ably made by Julio Vincent Gambuto in his viral Medium piece 'Prepare for the Ultimate Gaslighting' in which he writes, plausibly:
What is about to be unleashed on American society will be the greatest campaign ever created to get you to feel normal again. It will come from brands, it will come from government… the all-out blitz to make you believe you never saw what you saw. The air wasn't really cleaner; those images were fake. The hospitals weren't really a war zone; those stories were hyperbole. The numbers were not that high; the press is lying. You didn't see people in masks standing in the rain risking their lives to vote. Not in America.
On the chirpier side of the fence is Rebecca Solnit who writes in 'The impossible has already happened: what the coronavirus can teach us about hope' (published last week in the Guardian):
When a storm subsides, the air is washed clean of whatever particulate matter has been obscuring the view, and you can often see farther and more sharply than at any other time. When this storm clears, we may, as do people who have survived a serious illness or accident, see where we were and where we should go in a new light. We may feel free to pursue change in ways that seemed impossible while the ice of the status quo was locked up. We may have a profoundly different sense of ourselves, our communities, our systems of production and our future.
(To be fair, Solnit is no Pollyanna. Most of her longform piece details how fucked things are and how stacked the cards are against people trying to unfuck them.)
It says something about my own wiring that I feel compelled to take sides, to argue the case. Coronavirus has turned me into armchair experts. Like a sad gambler, I stare at screens, watch the numbers, argue my interpretation of the stats, have opinions about things I zero right to opine about (South Korea's testing policy! Sweden's schools!)
This impulse has to do with lack of control. I value knowing things, having well-formed and well-informed ideas. In other words, I'm an instant relic; a creature who belongs to the bigger yet more predictable world that existed before January 2020.
Taking sides, prognosticating, surmising and supposing are ways to pass the time but little more. (Aside: I was listening to a TED en Espanol talk about coronavirus from 16 March; it felt like listening to a historical reenactment.)
If this pestilent mess proves anything, it's that opinion is pretty much beside the point.
Still, if I had place a few bob on an outcome, my money is on business as usual with a twist. Advertisers will come after what's left of our bank accounts, governments will wrangle for the remaining shreds of our civil liberties, global warming will heat back up and we will not turn into kinder, gentler, better versions of ourselves.
Nonetheless, we may be more attuned to the ludicrousness of the situation, and quicker to say so, to complain or resist. I hope so, anyway.
Above all, a year from now, I hope to be with friends somewhere, drinking, breathing fresh air, gossiping about some minor coincidence. That would be a happy ending.
Love, the Verb
blogging, blogs, Cila Warncke, freedom, mental health, morality, philosophy, Wine, writer, writing
friendship, love, marriage, mental health, mutual support, quarantine, relationships, self-awareness, togetherness
Yesterday, after spending the preceding waking hours running in furious circles and generally comporting myself like a week's worth of bad news, my friend called.
We'd scheduled a video chat (the vomitous de rigueur of current social interaction) and, armed with a glass of cava, I sat down, propped my feet on an adjacent chair and tried to think happy thoughts.
Within a minute or two of saying hello we were cackling about something.
That's the first time I laughed today.
A guilt-breaker washed over me. Somehow, I'd found something to share a genuine laugh about with a friend while my partner had heard nothing but bitching all day.
Photo by Alfonso Scarpa on Unsplash
Love and courtesy
Once, apropos who knows what, a colleague said that one's family is 'obviously' easy to get on with. I argued then, and argue now, that however much and sincerely we love someone, intimacy and proximity often cause carelessness.
I choose, when engaging with friends, to not sulk and storm. My time focused on them is brief so, even on bad days, I can muster the energy to be a slightly better self.
This isn't falseness so much as simple courtesy. Other people have feelings too, and limited time, and worries. It is unkind to fill up their head space, which is surely every bit as overcrowded and precarious-feeling as mine, with solopsistic whinging.
But when you're with someone round the clock, for the indefinite, it is easy to feel like every moment doesn't count. Like, it's okay to be grumpy and skip showering because he's going to be here tomorrow (and the next day, and the next day).
Slipping into this perilous relaxation happens when we treat love as a noun. I love him, he loves me, ergo I can do what I like.
Fair is fair
The trouble is reconciling my bellyaching inner child with the duties of an adult relationship. I'm an individual, entitled to feel and express my feelings. Granted.
My partner is also entitled to not live with a whiffy harpy.
Excuse me while I shove a tea-towel in the gob of the me, me, me voice in my head.
It is only right to acknowledge that my rights end when they being to infringe on someone else's. Yes, I have every right to curse, moan and carp; but when my crappy mood blackens the air for both of us, I've overstepped.
Basic courtesies like this are what allow us to maintain friendships and relationships. Letting ourselves act and react unchecked is what leads to breakups, meltdowns and guest spots on Jerry Springer (if that's even still a thing).
Get to work, love
Making it work, in real time, means doing love not just giving ourselves credit for feeling it. Love has to be a verb, or it risks losing any real meaning.
Love, the verb, is making the effort to find something funny or pleasant to talk about, it's not complaining constantly, it's taking a shower and remember to put on deodorant, it's shutting up for a minute and listening, it's keeping some of the more outrageous paranoid thoughts to yourself, it's saying 'we'll be okay' even if that seems like a stretch.
Ursula LeGuin, the (Oregonian!) stalwart of goodness, sanity and fine prose, said:
Love is not a thing that happens to us. It's a thing we do. It's not a thing that lives inside of us and can be left to its own devices. It's an action. It's not an experience. It's a way of relating.
Of late, my way of relating has been sub-optimal, to put it mildly. Which is, and this I must remember, okay. Only Pollyanna or a complete ditz believes that long-term confinement, financial precarity and uncertainty bring out the best in people.
It can't be all or nothing anymore though. I can't be one of those positivity freaks (and would hate myself more if I tried) but that isn't licence to be unbearable.
For now, I'll do my best in the circumstances and try to keep faith with love, the verb.
Running to nowhere
blogs, Cila Warncke, creativity, freedom, health and wellness, mental health
COVID19, exercise, isolation, mental health, running, wellness, writing
Since I was 12 or so, running has been my talisman against self-destruction. It hasn't kept me slim (that was an early-20s drug cocktail followed by vegetarianism) or particularly fit — after more than 25 years of running regularly I still take an hour to run a 10K — but it kept me functional, if not always happy.
Photo by Emma Simpson on Unsplash
The worst of this godforsaken lockdown is not even being allowed out to exercise. The minor saving grace is we have a driveway, or mini-camino, that is the only part of the property currently free of knee- to hip-high grass.
After five or so days of trying to get a buzz off yoga I started jogging in the driveway.
It is about 75 metres long, uneven, inconsistently cambered and comprised of a variety of surfaces. Beyond the concrete slab in front of the house is a spot of mud from where we turn the car round. This gathers itself into a mossy, grassy hump I cover in two strides before settling into the right-hand tyre track.
The driveway subsides going away from the house till it reaches the j-bend up to the paved road. About halfway down, at the end of a crumbling, overgrown stone wall, a walnut tree is putting out leaves. They are still tightly furled, waiting, presumably, for some solar encouragement before showing face.
Chris has tramped along the verge with our trusty hand-mower, keeping the grass reasonably lawnish for about 50 metres. Beyond the close-cut strip is an explosion of waist-high weeds. There is dandelion and stinging nettle in there, but mostly some skinny chancer with reddish seed pods. No idea what it is.
Romeo, the tiger-ish looking one of our twin boy cats, usually stakes out a spot at the end of the driveway during my run. Yesterday, he sat at attention, perfectly immobile, for about 15 minutes, staring at something I couldn't see. He may be a Zen master.
Today's news was that Pedro Sanchez, Spain's improbably debonair, well-spoken and (I believe, as of today) utterly useless, mashed-potato-brained president has threatened/requested an extension of the state of emergency until 10 May.
While I'm rarely carefree I am also not often apoplectic. Continuous low-level outrage and cynicism seems to inoculate me against the wilder mood swings.
Hearing we are going to be trapped in a rain-sodden ice box of a house, in a place neither of us have any love or affinity, for makes me want to put my fist through a wall.
As I write, my chest feels like it is self-compressing. If it weren't for Chris napping upstairs and the cats (Teddy in particular is distressed by loud noises) I would scream.
Running is supposed to help when I feel like this. Watching my footfall, adjusting my posture, picking up my knees, monitoring my breathing, these things can help.
So I run, counting out the laps: 2.5, 3… 5… 10… 14.5… 23…
On odd-numbered laps I run faster, picking my way between extrusions of natural rock — pinkish, glimmering with tiny crystals — and detritus: rubber piping, smashed tiles, bin liners, odd bits of plastic embedded in the hard earth. Uncut hair flops damp against my forehead. My left Achilles tendon twinges a warning.
Near the end of the drive, on the right (as you face the house) is a bare tree with small white flowers. Must check with my sister later, she's the garden wizard.
Add that to the post-release list: plant a garden. Be ready, when (not if) this shit comes raining down next. Dig potatoes and pluck herbs.
The permanent mist thickens and moves purposefully. Rain, now, really.
I jog/wheel/sprint/job/wheel through the 40s without shedding the desire to inflict damage on something. I'm going to need a lot of therapy, which I can't afford.
And the reasons I can't afford therapy are part of the reasons I'm at risk of melting into a lava pit of rage and self-loathing without it. None of which can be addressed now, or in a week, month, or perhaps a year.
That's the kicker, as I turn through 47… 49… 52… Nobody knows when, or how, this ends. (I'll take 'bang', if that's an option.)
28 Lockdown Days Later
blogging, Cila Warncke, creativity, freedom, mental health, writer
coronavirus, COVID-19, isolation, lockdown, mental health, self-improvement, writer's life
Sometime ago, in the hazy days when freedom still seemed like a possibility, however faint, I wrote a pile of rubbish.
Writing rubbish isn't an occupational hazard, it's inevitable. Most writing is crap in the aesthetic/artistic sense: unrefined, hasty, careless, lacking finesse. Ninety-five to ninety-nine percent of anything I write falls in that category and, for the sake of sanity, has to be accepted as 'good enough' otherwise I would never make a deadline.
The article for which I need to apologize isn't that kind of rubbish. It is pure, unmitigated cringe. My strong inclination is to wipe the pile of twaddle titled '10 things to do on coronavirus lockdown' from the internet and, if it were possible, from my memory.
What kind of grade-A asshole writes, in the face of a global pandemic, things like:
Always wanted a capsule wardrobe? This is the moment to dig through those chests of drawers, wardrobes, cupboards and shoe boxes and sort the wheat from the chaff. If this current crisis demonstrates anything it's that certainties aren't. Stop holding on to that sale-rack outfit you bought for the occasion that never happened.
Do something with your fingers that isn't typing. Do you draw? Paint? Sculpt? Throw pottery? Play an instrument? Knit? Quilt? Scrapbook? If you do — awesome. Now you have time to throw yourself into it. Get into the flow and lose a few hours, see what you can create.
The smug wanna-be positivity MindBodyGreen-lite-esque-ness of that makes me want to crawl inside my skin and pop my eyes out from the inside.
What moron writes that?
Er, this one.
Photo by Vince Fleming on Unsplash
My words stare at me: the image of myself I don't want to see.
Worse than silly, worse than naive, worse than tone-deaf, worse than irritating.
Phony. Forced. What she thinks someone (or some algorithm) wants to hear.
Let's be clear: I have never in my life looked on the bright side. I have never seen the silver lining before the cloud. I have never thought the glass was half-full.
As a kid, I believed neither in Santa nor happiness. Not much has changed.
Though I am conscious of and grateful for the many good things in my life my default setting is not optimism. My primary emotions are boredom, frustration, fear, and disappointment.
Before COVID-19 I worried about dying without having accomplished anything. Now, after 27 days of my own company, unrelieved by the mental-health saving drudgery of work and other people, that meaningless death feels inevitable — and my own fault.
The inescapable fear is that if I were a person who could take my own vapid advice ("If you aren't already studying something, check out online learning resources") maybe I would have something to show for 40 years on earth. But I'm not and, it seems, I don't.
No doubt some people are using quarantine to repaint their cupboards, learn Danish or perfect their eclair recipe. Whoever and wherever you are, I salute you.
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Meanwhile, I've purged zero items from my wardrobe. I've read zero books. I've written zero letters. I've had sex zero times. I've made zero playlists.
Checking the Johns Hopkins coronavirus map.
Reading the Spanish lockdown rules the way hungry people check the fridge: hoping something new will have appeared since the last time.
Checking my bank account, hoping something will have appeared since last time.
Dropping thing, having meltdowns then crying.
Being cold.
Having nightmares.
Watching Father Ted.
Trying, unsuccessfully, to remember what having freedom, or a libido, felt like.
Running up and down my driveway.
Being angry.
There is so much to be angry about. I'm angry at myself, at global capitalism, at politicians, at the old ladies in the grocery store who travel in packs, at the weather, at my inability to concentrate, at my helplessness, at my writing skills, at my ex-boss, at the banks, at timing, at circumstances, at the whole stinking croaking aching joyless goddamn mess.
Whenever, if ever, we get out of it, I'd like very much to see my friends, go to the beach, go to a gig, hug someone without worrying one of us will be mortally sick as a result.
Until then, I'm hanging on by my fingernails, not using this as an opportunity for self-improvement. My sincerest apologies for suggesting otherwise.
To Eat or to Not-Eat
Cila Warncke, health and wellness, mental health, nutrition, writers
eating disorders, food health, mental health, nutrition, processed foods, standard American diet, ultra processed foods
After a childhood eating unprocessed food, my diet swung towards "normal" in my teens. My parents finally separated, my mother, brother and I moving into an apartment in town. Along with freedom from the constant, harrowing stress of living with my father's moods came a relaxation of the eating regime. My mom was working; I had an after-school job at the outlet mall. This meant less cooking and the financial freedom to buy what I liked. For several months of junior year breakfast was, religiously, a Lender's bagel (sold-frozen white rings that toasted to an alluring combination of chewy dough and crunchy crust) caked with Philadelphia Light Cream cheese, washed down with Diet Coke. My kid brother got into PopTarts and pizza-flavored Hot Pockets, I discovered a brand of microwaveable burrito and would buy them by the half-dozen.
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Concurrent with the foray into junk food was a – possibly not atypical – adolescent obsession with my weight. At that age, there were a lot of things working against me: untamable hair that veered in texture from ringlet curls to limp waves, higgledy-piggledy teeth, plump cheeks prone to blushing, and a tendency to run to fat. Objectively, at 135-140 pounds, I was a reasonable weight for my 5'6" height. My self-perception, though, was that I was grossly fat and repulsive. The solution that presented itself was dieting. Every month Reader's Digest, which I'd been reading cover to cover since I was five or six years old, wrote up a new diet or exercise scheme alongside ads for Weight Watchers and Slim Fast.
I never joined a club, but I did regularly glug ultra-processed chocolate Slim Fast shakes. Somehow, liquid seemed less dangerous than solids, less likely to stick to my sturdy waist. This rational prompted me to develop a black coffee habit, along with Diet Coke. During basketball practice and track workouts I drank Lemon-Lime Gatorade. Despite these measures, my size and shape refused to morph.
My best friend at the time was blonde, blue-eyed, and fit in the narrow confines of Levis 501s. She work Converse high-tops and wrote Nirvana lyrics on her jeans. In addition to the exoticness of having been transplanted from Florida, she'd had braces not once but twice. It was a close call which I envied more: her straight teeth, or the casual way she'd say things like, "oh, I haven't eaten in two days". The boys who fluttered around would respond admiringly, "no wonder you're so skinny".
None of the boys admired me for being skinny, nor could I ever claim to have not eaten for two days. The spirit was willing but the flesh got hungry.
Is it strange that between the ages of 15 and 25 I thought that not-eating was actively something to aspire to?
At 17, I moved across the country to go to university. More freedom, higher stakes. The first year I lived in halls and had access to the cafeteria: all-you-can-eat, three meals a day. Pizza, pasta, hamburgers, cakes, fro-yo. Like most of my friends, I put on 15-20 pounds in the first few months. Those who didn't pursued not-eating in novel ways: one friend eat heaping bowls of plain iceberg lettuce, and nothing else; another gradually reduced her food intake to raw baby corn.
By sophomore year, eating disorders were a competitive sport. Classmates and acquaintances literally wasted away while those of us who ate kept gaining weight.
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No wonder, given our food choices. We lived, like many Americans, in a food desert. The nearest grocery store that sold produce was a Thriftway on 42nd street; mostly, we shopped at the 7-11 on the corner: Cheerios, Kraft Mac&Cheese, Kraft Singles, microwave popcorn, white bread, turkey ham, potato chips. The Papa Johns a few blocks over had a permanent two-for-one special, which we'd scarf down with the emulsified oil concoction it branded garlic dipping sauce. Our rituals included watching Golden Girls while scoffing Swedish Fish and Sour Patch Kids, purchased and eaten in bulk from a basement commissary.
By the time I graduated, I was 160-165 pounds and it seemed inevitable. If the only options were eating and not-eating, and I couldn't not-eat, my fate was sealed.
Proof of this was the fact that I'd been running regularly and for decent distances since 13. It kept me fit, I suppose, but neither a 20-25 mile a week running habit nor a later-acquired weight-lifting regimen made prevented or reversed the weight gain.
On a trans-Atlantic flight home, I sat next to an older couple who told me they'd lost a collective 50-60 pounds by cutting processed food out of their diet. It was the first time anyone had suggested processed foods as a specific problem, and the idea of not eating "normal food" was as eccentric as a moon walk.
This early alert sailed right past me, and my journey towards a more rational diet continued on mildly self-destructive lines. Developing a clubbing and (concomitant) recreational drug habit during my early 20s peeled off the university poundage. (There's a reason diet pills were laced with speed – it works.) Finally I could not-eat; finally, I was skinny enough to wear mini-skirts, crop tops, bikinis.
Gradually, I started eating more real food. My then-boyfriend (a slumming it public school boy) had solid British middle-class taste in everything, including food. After a weekend of coke and wine, we'd go to the market and buy fresh vegetables, fish, rice, seeded loaves and fruit. On weeknights, we'd watch Master Chef while we mashed sweet potatoes and roasted chicken breasts. I learned to make roux, red onion marmalade, creamy scrambled eggs.
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Near the end of my 20s we split up and I set off for Ibiza with a suitcase. Living on a slender wage, I ate gazpacho, bran flakes, chorizo. In addition to walking 90 minutes a day to and from work, I would often take a disco nap and get up at 2AM to be in a club by three. At the end of the first summer I was thinner than I'd ever been – and had pneumonia.
What the Spanish call the punto de inflexion – the turning point – came in the form of a second-hand paperback copy of Walden, from a bookshop in Mallorca. Thoreau's remarks about the absurdity of farmers insisting they need meat to be strong, while plowing behind oxen that only eat grass, struck a chord. There was a stringency to his logic that appealed to the part of me that still believed that not-eating is a superpower.
I became a vegetarian then, gradually, for the sake of seeing if I could, a vegan.
During a transitional period, I found a Xeroxed copy of an Upton Sinclair pamphlet about fasting in a Humboldt junk shop. It shed cast a socialist-literary aura over not-eating (The Jungle had already convinced me that not eating meat was a moral duty towards my fellow humans, as much as towards animals). Animated by this new information, I took up intermittent – then less intermittent – fasting.
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During a couple of difficult years I used not-eating as a way to manage things. For nine months in Glasgow, I ate only bread that I'd baked; or would go for days eating only raw foods, or would dine on mugs of vegetable broth laced with hot sauce. At that point, I was clinically depressed and hanging on by my fingernails. Borderline disordered eating seemed like the least of my concerns.
In retrospect, though, it seems significant – part of a pattern of carelessness/awarelessness that is individual yet unmistakably the product of a disordered food culture. The times my body most needed nourishment, I clung to the hollow comfort of not-eating. For more than two decades, self-deprivation was a goal. Though wrong, in absolute terms, I wasn't wholly wrong about the relationship between conventional diet and overweight. Recent research indicates eating a diet high in saturated fats and sugars can damage cognitive abilities and lead to early death. Not eating ultra-processed foods is the only way to avoid the physical damage they cause – of which fat is a manifestation. However, not-eating should not apply generally.
There is a world of real food – fruits, vegetables, beans, unrefined grains, nuts, eggs and naturally processed foods like cheese and wine – that are better for you, the more you eat. After half a lifetime of treating food as the enemy, it turned out I was fighting the wrong battle.
Food, or An Unprocessed Childhood
Cila Warncke, health and wellness, mental health, nutrition, Oregon, writer
Bee Wilson, childhood obesity, Cila Warncke, growing up, Guardian, health diet, health nutrition, memoir, obesity, Oregon coast, ultra processed foods, UPFs
Yesterday brought a Guardian article to my inbox: How ultra-processed foods took over your shopping cart. In it Bee Wilson recalls eating slice after slice of buttered white bread, and whole tubes of sour cream and onion Pringles. It struck a chord: those were two of the specific staples of my late-teens/early-twenties diet – along with SuperNoodles, PopTarts, Papa John's, Taco Bell, chicken cheesesteaks, Dunkin' Donuts and frozen pizza. These are, Wilson explains, ultra-processed foods: manufactured edibles made from other manufactured items. Their role in the global obesity and disease crisis is emerging, and it fascinates me because, though I've eaten my share of them, I didn't grow up eating them – which has perhaps made all the difference.
There was a lot of strange in my childhood, ranging from benign to destructive. Yet, at the other end of the teeter-totter (as we called the wooden seesaw my father carved and balanced on an salvaged driftwood log), were a few quirks for which I'm grateful. My parents' stopped-clock moments, I've dubbed them, undertaken at random, or for the wrong reasons, but nonetheless beneficial. No TV was one – the edict that set me on the path to becoming a writer.
The other is harder to sum in a phrase, no junk food? No processed food? Plain food only?
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Whatever they might have called it, if asked, the food ethos of my childhood was that anything artificially colored or flavored, anything with cartoon characters or superheroes, anything that could be put in a toaster or microwave, was essentially forbidden. My mother is, by her own admission, not much of a cook. Nor was her mother. What she knew about cooking she must have learned from fellow drifters (hippies, in a loose sense) when my siblings were young and from my grandmother, a reluctant emigre of East Prussian farm stock.
We were also poor – for most of my childhood I thought Food Stamps were colored money – and my father was ardently interested in Eastern spirituality, yoga, tai chi, and Transcendentalism.
Somehow, this combined to determine that childhood meals consisted of variations on the following: potatoes (which they grew in humped rows on the east side of the house), brown rice, beans, carrots, peas, broccoli, zucchini, beans, milk, and cheese.
My mother baked whole wheat bread, brushing the crust with melted butter as it came out of the oven so the thick brown dome gleamed. Her signature dish was spinach souffle, made with a dozen eggs and two frozen bricks of greens. She also made vegetarian chilli with kidney, pinto and black beans, and fresh tortillas to go with it. I'd slice tomatoes, then get out the orange block of Tillamook cheddar and grate a golden mountain that melted through the bowl in unctuous swirls.
Dairy in everything must have come from my grandmother, whose cooking was as weighty as her Lutheran faith. When we visited my grandparents in California, or they came to Oregon, she'd make pound cake and what we called crumb cake. I have no idea of its proper name, but its flavor is ineradicable: dense, slightly sweet base topped with melt-in-the-mouth crumbs of hard-packed butter and sugar. Perhaps it is not surprising my grandmother wound up having quadruple bypass surgery and evenutally died of cardiac-related causes. What is curious, though, is that she was always slim. To my memory, thin, even. Though stockily build, my grandfather, who never missed his afternoon coffee and cake, was fit and vigorous well into his 80s.
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Despite the abundance of milk, cheese and ice cream in our diet (my mother was deeply brand loyal to Tillamook Dairy) we rarely ate conventional processed foods. Sweets, apart from ice cream, were limited to elaborate home-made birthday cakes. The most popular among my siblings and I was a chocolate cake covered in chocolate ganache, layered and adorned with chocolate buttercream frosting, and wrapped in a marzipan bow. Its creation was a day-long process, at minimum. The marzipan alone required almonds to be blanched in boiling water, peeled (accomplished by pinching the fat end until the point broke the skin and the nut shot forth), cooled, and milled in an orange-plastic and stainless steel hand grinder before being mixed with the appropriate ratio of powdered sugar.
Even store-bought goodies, as we called them, were outside the usual realm. On our weekly shopping trip to Trillium, a wooden-floored, patchouli-scented health food shop where my mom bought bulk grains and beans, we were allowed to choose a treat: either a peach frozen yogurt pop that you pushed up through a blue-and-white cardboard tube, or a paper-shrouded, sticky-edged frozen sandwich: ice cream between two chocolate graham crackers. These were flavored with carob rather than cocoa, a trend which extended to my mother's version of hot chocolate: bitter, clumpy powdered carob boiled with hot milk and laced with honey – an anti-indulgence that left me with little taste for the real thing. Other dishes we experienced only in health-food form included chow mein (tofu) and burgers (veggie).
This food ethos felt oppressive, restrictive as the Biblical edicts we were fed each Sunday – and, like any good American child, I craved Wonder Bread, Hamburger Helper, Kraft Singles, Snickers, and Capri Sun. Even without a TV, food advertising found me; the slogan – M&Ms melt in your mouth, not in your hand – has been jingling in my head since I was about six. The difference was, my parents were stubborn/mean/enlightened/impoverished (delete as required) enough to make me to eat boiled carrots and broccoli, brown rice and potatoes regardless. In another twist, they introduced me to foods like hummus and avocados, things my working class British friends didn't experience as kids.
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Plus I had the tremendous fortune of a big sister who loves to cook, is good at cooking, and helped me discover the joy in food that was the missing ingredient in my childhood. My mom did her best, according to her lights, but daily life was too tense and unhappy for eating to be the celebration it should. One peculiar feature of her cooking was a lack of seasoning. My father didn't like salt (or perhaps didn't approve of it; he was a man who could be hostile to a condiment). Herbs, spices, chilli, vinegar – I don't recall any of them. It was a relvelation to learn how fantastic vegetables can taste when slathered in olive oil, roasted, spiked with rosemary and chilli, sprinkled with lemon, sea salt and coarse black pepper. Like many aspects of growing up, the food could have been brightened, mitigated, with a little effort.
Between then and now, I spent many years in food deserts, actual and self-constructed. Unhappiness shaped my relationship with food and my body yet, simmering beneath, were memories of a worthwhile conjunction of effort and occasion.


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Modified VW ID.4 is running the NORRA Mexican 1000
A modified Volkswagen ID.4 is racing in the NORRA Mexican 1000 this week. VW claims it's the first production-based EV to compete in the off-road race, which started April 25 and wraps up April 29.
VW sent a stock ID.4 First Edition to Rhys Millen Racing, which modified the suspension with rally-style coilovers, tubular lower control arms in front, and boxed lower links in the rear. The ride height was raised by 2.0 inches, skid plates were added, and the radiator was moved to improve approach angles and cooling capacity, a VW press release said. The stock 19-inch wheels were swapped for 18-inch rims, with Yokohama Geolander A/T 255/70R18 tires.
Typical for a racing conversion, the interior was stripped of all convenience features and fitted with a roll cage and racing seats. VW kept the 1st Edition's white steering wheel however, which will probably be different a color at the end of the race.
Volkswagen ID.4 NORRA Mexican 1000 off-road racer
No powertrain modifications were made, so the ID.4 off-road racer still uses an 82-kwh battery pack, with a single 201-hp electric motor. That motor is mounted in the back of the vehicle and drives the rear wheels, not unlike the Beetles and Meyers Manx dune buggies that have been a fixture of off-road racing for decades. A Manx won the inaugural Mexican 1000 in 1967.
While the name suggests a 1,000-mile race, the 2021 NORRA Mexican 1000 is actually 1,141 miles long, with 893 miles off-road, according to VW. To charge the ID.4, the race team is using a portable 50-kw DC fast-charging station, powered by a biofuel generator. The race will also be run in loops, rather than point-to-point, due to coronavirus restrictions, and the team will attempt to complete about 98% of the stages in each loop without charging, according to VW.
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Mr Bob Tan was appointed to the Board of Jurong Engineering Limited as its Chairman on 1 December 2005. He is also the Chairman of Ascott Business Trust Management Pte Ltd, Ascott Residence Trust Management Ltd, SINGEX Holdings Pte Ltd and Sentosa Development Corporation. He is a Board Member of the Ong Teng Cheong Labour Leadership Institute, Securities Industry Council Member and Corporate Governance Advisory Committee Member of Monetary Authority of Singapore, Council Member of NTUC Club Management Council, Director of Sembcorp Marine Ltd and Director of Singapore Post Limited. Mr Bob Tan was awarded the Friend of Labour Award in 2000, the Public Service Star Award in 2010, the NTUC Meritorious Service Award in 2013, the Meritorious Service Medal (Pingat Jasa Gemilang) at the 2017 National Day Awards and Distinguished Service Award at the 2018 NTUC May Day Awards. Mr. Bob Tan is a Fellow of the Institute of Chartered Accountants in England and Wales and the Singapore Institute of Directors.
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Development of electrospun nanofiber composites for point-of-use water treatment
Katherine T. Peter, University of IowaFollow
10.17077/etd.ga58rdni
Cwiertny, David M.
Parkin, Gene F.
Just, Craig L.
Forbes, Tori Z.
Guymon, C. Allan
A range of chemical pollutants now contaminate drinking water sources and present a public health concern, including organic compounds, such as pharmaceuticals and pesticides, and both metalloids and heavy metals, such as arsenic and lead. Metalloids and heavy metals have been detected in private drinking water wells, which do not fall under federal drinking water regulations, as well as in urban tap water, due to the introduction of contamination to the drinking water distribution system. Further, many so-called "emerging organic contaminants," which are present in drinking water sources at detectable levels but have unknown long-term health implications, do not fall under federal drinking water regulations. To protect the health of consumers, drinking water treatment at the point-of-use (POU) (i.e., the tap) is essential. Next-generation POU treatment technologies must require minimal energy inputs, be simple enough to permit broad application among different users, and be easily adaptable for removal of a wide range of pollutants.
Nanomaterials, such as carbon nanotubes and iron oxide nanoparticles, are ideal candidates for next-generation drinking water treatment, as they exhibit unique, high reactivity and necessitate small treatment units. However, concerns regarding water pressure requirements and nanomaterial release into the treated supply limit their application in traditional reactor designs. To bridge the gap between potential and practical application of nanomaterials, this study utilizes electrospinning to fabricate composite nanofiber filters that effectively deploy nanomaterials in drinking water treatment. In electrospinning, a high voltage draws a polymer precursor solution (which can contain nanomaterial additives, in the case of nanocomposites) from a needle to deposit a non-woven nanofiber filter on a collector surface.
Using electrospinning, we develop an optimized, macroporous carbon nanotube-carbon nanofiber composite that utilizes the sorption capacity of embedded carbon nanotubes, and achieves a key balance between material strength and reactivity towards organic pollutants. Additionally, via single-pot syntheses, we develop two optimized polymer-iron oxide composites for removal of heavy metal contamination by inclusion of iron oxide nanoparticles and either cationic or anionic surfactants in the electrospinning precursor solution. In hybrid materials that contain a well-retained quaternary ammonium surfactant (tetrabutylammonium bromide) and iron oxide nanoparticles, ion exchange sites and iron oxide sites are selective for chromate and arsenate removal, respectively. We demonstrated that a sulfonate surfactant, sodium dodecyl sulfate, acted as a removable porogen and an agent for surface segregation of iron oxide nanoparticles, thus enhancing composite performance for removal of lead, copper, and cadmium. Notably, nanoparticles embedded in composites exhibited comparable activity to freely dispersed nanoparticles. Collectively, the composites developed in this work represent a substantial advance towards the overlap of effective nanomaterial immobilization and utilization of nanomaterial reactivity. Outcomes of this work advance current knowledge of nanocomposite fabrication, and contribute to the responsible and effective deployment of nanomaterials in POU drinking water treatment.
Public Abstract
A range of chemical pollutants is present in drinking water sources, including organic compounds, (e.g., pharmaceuticals and pesticides) and heavy metals (e.g., arsenic and lead). To protect the health of consumers, particularly those with private drinking water wells and in urban areas with aging water distribution systems, drinking water treatment at the point of use (POU) is essential. Next-generation POU technologies must require minimal energy, efficiently remove a range of pollutants, and be simple enough to permit broad application across users. Nanomaterials are ideal candidates for such technologies, as they exhibit high reactivity within small physical footprints. However, concerns regarding pressure requirements and material release challenge their application in traditional reactor designs. To bridge the gap between potential and practical application of nanomaterials, this study utilizes electrospinning to fabricate composite nanofiber filters. In electrospinning, a high voltage draws a polymer precursor solution (which can contain nanomaterial additives) from a needle, depositing a non-woven nanofiber filter on a collector. Using electrospinning, we develop an optimized carbon nanotube-carbon nanofiber composite that achieves a key balance between material strength and reactivity towards organic pollutants. Additionally, we develop two optimized polymer nanocomposites with embedded iron oxide nanoparticles and/or ion exchange groups, and demonstrate their application for removal of a range of metal contaminants (e.g., arsenic, chromium, lead, copper, and cadmium). Outcomes of this work establish novel methods for nanocomposite fabrication, contributing to the responsible and effective deployment of nanomaterials in POU drinking water treatment.
electrospinning, heavy metals, nanocomposite, organic micropollutants, point-of-use, water treatment
xxv, 287 pages
Copyright © 2016 Katherine T. Peter
Peter, Katherine T.. "Development of electrospun nanofiber composites for point-of-use water treatment." PhD (Doctor of Philosophy) thesis, University of Iowa, 2016.
https://doi.org/10.17077/etd.ga58rdni
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Bethenny Frankel Says Real Housewives Of New York Premiere Was "Proverbial Middle Finger" Toward Her; Says Real Housewives Is Not "Inspiring Content Right Now"
by Reality Tea on April 8th, 2020
We all knew that Bethenny Frankel quit Real Housewives of New York, but no one expected it to be addressed on the show. We all know how much these women (Ramona Singer and Luann de Lesseps) hate all of the attention that Bethenny gets. Not gonna lie, I was pretty shook when the season 12 premiere episode opened with a (staged) montage of the women reacting to the news.
Dorinda Medley and Sonja Morgan seemed genuinely upset, but Ramona and Lu couldn't be more thrilled.
Now, Bethenny is shading the shit out of them and the show that made her a household name. According to Page Six, Bethenny told Extra, "The beginning of the show was the proverbial middle finger to me."
She remarked, "The women have definitely had some unpleasant things to say about me … I wish them well." Again, at least Sonja care. She even equated Bethenny's departure to the loss she felt when her daughter left the house to attend college.
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Bethenny didn't mention any names, but she did come for the show as a whole. Bethenny began, "The ratings overall in television have never been higher and perhaps the ratings on 'Real Housewives' aren't doing well because it's sort of not maybe the content that is inspiring people to do what they need to do right now." Oh. Damn. She went there.
She continued, "Or maybe they want to watch the news or something uplifting or some way to pay it forward." Bethenny may have left the show, but she didn't lose her ability to throw some shade. The woman still has it and she's saving the world at the same time.
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In that same interview, Bethenny mentioned, "We will have distributed over $16 million worth of aid this week and that will grow exponentially." That is absolutely amazing.
This interview wasn't the only recent dig Bethenny made against the show. She told UPI, "It's an interesting time for me to have left my former show because I don't think that represents who I am right now or anymore. I don't think it represents my future. It's not a reflection of all the values that are important to me."
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So much for my hopes that Bethenny would make a Bravo come back down the road. That ship has sailed.
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TELL US- WAS THE SEASON 10 PREMIERE EPISODE DISRESPECTFUL TO BETHENNY? WHAT SHOWS ARE YOU WATCHING DURING QUARANTINE? DO YOU WANT BETHENNY TO COME BACK TO THE SHOW?
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Arboreal wonder is on offer in Prince Edward Country in fall, as are more than 35 wineries featuring tastings of pinot noir and chardonnay, gourmet food, and postcard-worthy villages filled with charming galleries. But, if you're into cows, renovated historic barns or yoga retreats, then look to Bloomfield Bicycle Company, which will outfit you with cycling necessities and customize a trip around your interests. The company arranges tours and trails lasting from one afternoon to five or six days, and will also organize accommodations at B & B's or rental properties if needed. Best of all, they'll transport your gear. (For those in need of a boutique sanctuary in the bucolic setting, the new Drake Devonshire Inn, located in Wellington, is a great place to spend the night.) September and October are truly the best times to explore by cycling: the weather is cooler and more comfortable, the autumnal colours add drama, and there's less traffic getting to and from the county.