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Death toll could hit 50,000
The death toll from Tuesday's devastating earthquake could be between 45,000 and 50,000, with a further 3 million people hurt or homeless, a senior Haitian Red Cross official said yesterday.
"No one knows with precision, no one can confirm a figure. Our organization thinks between 45,000 and 50,000 people have died.
"We also think there are 3 million people affected throughout the country, either injured or homeless," Victor Jackson, an assistant national coordinator with Haiti's Red Cross said.
Earlier, Haitian President Rene Preval said 30,000 to 50,000 people could have died but did not say where the estimates came from.
Meanwhile, a United Nations spokeswoman said in Geneva yesterday that up to 200 international UN staff in Haiti, including peacekeepers, remain unaccounted for after its headquarters and other buildings collapsed in the earthquake.
Between 50 and 100 peacekeeping staff are believed to be trapped in the building. "In total, between 115 and 200 are unaccounted for, but it is an estimate from last night," Elisabeth Byrs, spokeswoman for the UN Office for the Coordination of Humanitarian Affairs (OCHA), told Reuters.
1. What is the highest death toll according to the Red Cross
2. How many people have been hurt or homeless?
3. How many UN staff remain unaccounted for?
1. 50,000.
2. 3 million.
3. 200.
Lee Hannon is Chief Editor at China Daily with 15-years experience in print and broadcast journalism. Born in England, Lee has traveled extensively around the world as a journalist including four years as a senior editor in Los Angeles. He now lives in Beijing and is happy to move to China and join the China Daily team.
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Putting Forward a Sensorimotor++ Account
Joel Parthemore (Centre for Cognitive Semiotics, Lund University)
Kevin O'Regan, Alva Noë, Stevan Harnad, and others have claimed that all mental content, conceptual or otherwise, must be grounded in specific sensorimotor engagements, making sensorimotor engagements at least partly constitutive of that content. I agree. Mental content is not fixed but contingent: if I do this, then I will experience that; if the agent does this, then the agent's mental content will be that. Mental content is part-and-parcel with interaction: input is logically inseparable from output, and even talking of input and output is, in many if not most contexts, deeply misleading. This is why the sensorimotor theorist talks not of a sensory system and a motor system, but of a sensorimotor system. The sensorimotor movement in philosophy is consistent with – indeed, should be seen as a refinement and renewal of – classical empiricism, whereby cognition is grounded not in reason, as the rationalists would have it, but in experience. This paper revisits territory I first explored in (Parthemore & Morse 2010), where I proposed a sensorimotor++ approach. My target is (Noë 2004), though I will also address (O'Regan & Noë 2001). Much of what I had to say then and now is consistent with Noë's brand of enactivism; nevertheless, I take issue with Noë's account at a number of points:
Noë favours a more linearly structured account; I opt for a circular causality. Noë's attention in (2004) is on how cognition consists of or is built upon continuous sensorimotor engagement; perception is never truly passive. This is important, and either downplayed or missed entirely in many other accounts of cognition, which are fairly criticized for over-intellectualizing matters. However, one can equally turn the perspective around to see how sensorimotor engagement consists of or is built upon conceptually filtered perceptions: how, as a matter of principle or practice, the mind constrains the world.
Noë's account is much more forward than backward looking. Noë has a lot to say about where expectations take us but relatively little about where they come from. This might be in part a consequence of Noë's strong externalism; the enactivism I advocate eschews the extremes of both internalism and externalism. Affordances are not, as Gibson (1986) is often read, in the environment; neither are they in the agent; rather – as a more nuanced reading of Gibson might allow – they are (metaphorically speaking) in the interaction.
Noë's account is strongly anti-representationalist, whereas I favour a qualified representationalism in the spirit of Inman Harvey. What makes something a representation is the perspective one takes toward that thing; while the problem with representationalist language is not representations per se but so-called "internal" or mental representations, at least when they are taken to be ontologically distinct from so-called "external" representations.
Sensorimotor engagements are necessary but not sufficient for conceptually structured thought (contra e.g. Gallese & Lakoff 2005). The sensorimotor++ approach adds two things in particular to O'Regan and Noë's account: sensorimotor++ is sensorimotor engagements plus somatic and other bodily information (per e.g. Damasio 2000 and Morse & Ziemke unpublished), plus a representationally predisposed cognitive mechanism, as explained within a conceptual spaces framework (Gärdenfors 2004).
Damasio, A. (2000). The Feeling of What Happens: Body, Emotion and the Making of Consciousness. Vintage. Gallese, V. & Lakoff, G. (2005). The brain's concepts: The role of the sensory-motor system in conceptual knowledge. Cognitive Neuropsychology, 22(3-4):455–479. Gibson, J.J. (1986). The Ecological Approach to Visual Perception. Lawrence Erlbaum Associates. Gärdenfors, P. (2004 [2000]). Conceptual Spaces: The Geometry of Thought. Bradford Books. Morse, A. & Ziemke, T. (unpublished manuscript). The somatic sensory hypothesis. Noë, A. (2004). Action in Perception. MIT Press.

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3.6 Acts -- the First Martyr
Stephen was one of the Hellenistic Jews who was appointed to deal with the food distribution. But he did more than that. Like Peter, he took the Gospel into the public square: signs, wonders and preaching in synagogues (Acts 6:8-9). Some opponents from the Synagogue of the Freemen accused him of blaspheming Moses and the Law, and hauled him before the Sanhedrin. Dr Lloyd Ogilvie believes Saul of Tarsus was a member of that synagogue and one of the accusers (Acts, The Communicator's Commentary, Vol 5, 1983, pp.140-141). Peter had spoken to the Sanhedrin recently and had barely escaped with his life (Acts 5:33). So Stephen's audience was not in a receptive frame of mind. Acts records Stephen's sermon (Acts 7). Here, the Hellenist assumed the role of a traditionalist Hebrew, and gave a summation of Old Testament history -- Abraham, Joseph, Moses, the Exodus, the golden calf, the tabernacle. This was probably all to establish his credentials as a true Godfearing Jew. Having got off to a fairly good start, he then launched into attack mode:
"You stiff-necked people, with uncircumcised hearts and ears! You are just like your fathers: You always resist the Holy Spirit! Was there ever a prophet your fathers did not persecute? They even killed those who predicted the coming of the Righteous One. And now you have betrayed and murdered him -- you who have received the law that was put into effect through angels but have not obeyed it" (Acts 7:51-53).
This had the unsurprising result of enraging his hearers, but Stephen wasn't done yet:
Stephen, full of the Holy Spirit, looked up to heaven and saw the glory of God, and Jesus standing at the right hand of God. "Look," he said, "I see heaven open and the Son of Man standing at the right hand of God" (Acts 7:56).
At this, the pot boiled over. The crowd became a mob, hauled Stephen out of the chambers, and stoned him to death outside the city walls. No messing with the Romans, petitioning Pilate, deferring to Roman procedures. This was payback time for all the recent disturbances by the new Nazarene sect. And they did more than kill Stephen:
On that day a great persecution broke out against the church at Jerusalem, and all except the apostles were scattered throughout Judea and Samaria (Acts 8:1).
The Jewish leadership had long been frustrated with how to deal with the new "heresy." It was even growing within their own ranks (Acts 6:7). A reaction was bound to occur. The leaders of the new faith were not listening to reason or threats, so it was time to unleash the goon squads:
Saul began to destroy the church (Acts 8:3).
Unwittingly, this persecution had the effect of furthering God's plan, as Jesus as declared a few months previously:
"you will be my witnesses in Jerusalem, and in all Judea and Samaria, and to the ends of the earth" (Acts 1:7-8).
If the witnesses wouldn't go of their own free will, then fear of the authorities would compel them to go. Philip, another of the seven deacons, went to Samaria and preached boldly as Stephen had done in Jerusalem. But the Samaritans' reaction was different from that of the Sanhedrin:
"There was great joy in that city" (Acts 8:8).
Then Peter and John arrived, and prayed for the Samaritans to receive the Holy Spirit. This is interesting -- no racial/religious objections were raised at this time. Samaritans were perhaps not seen as true foreigners, since they had lived among the Jews for hundreds of years. Though they were rejected by orthodox Judaism, the disciples had no reluctance in teaching about Jesus and ministering in the power of the Spirit:
Peter and John returned to Jerusalem, preaching the gospel in many Samaritan villages (Acts 8:25).
This was at least a first step, and a significant one, in reversing generations of prejudice, and of opening up the new church to those who traditionally were outsiders. Significantly, however, the Scriptures do not tell us that Samaritans were welcomed into the homes of Jewish believers, creating a mixed congregation. This would have created a massive disruption in the larger community.
By chapter 9, Luke could write:
Then the church throughout Judea, Galilee and Samaria enjoyed a time of peace (Acts 9:31).


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It's that season of hiking, biking and hot spring hunting. Though a hot bath may be the last thing on your mind in the heat, feet can always use a refresher. Our feet take quite a pounding each day and a foot soak is a great way to care for your sore muscles. Here is a bath salt recipe made with fresh plants from my garden. It's relaxing and refreshing — perfect for tired feet.
Mix together and use immediately or store for a later date. If you store it, the salts will preserve the plant material and the mix will keep for a very long time.
These are the plants that were available in my garden. If you don't have these fresh ingredients, think about what you might combine and use instead. Consider using rose petals, cedar, rosemary, juniper, yarrow and lemon instead. Get creative — just use common sense and avoid plants that are irritants.


Last May, Neil Young's Linc-Volt Team held a music video contest for the song "Johnny Magic" and Liza from Germany was voted as the winner of the contest. Naturally, Liza was thrilled to win -- both for the recognition of her video and the first prize Linc-Volt jacket.
But then tragedy struck when her husband Michael -- after 18 years of marriage and father of four wonderful boys -- died suddenly without warning in his office.
The Neil community was shocked and rallied around Liza offering support and encouraging her not to give up her tickets to the upcoming Neil Young concert in Cologne, Germany. Liza was reluctant about attending the concert as she mourned the loss of her husband but reconsidered after reading the story of another grieving Neil fan who made a wish for "Harvest Moon" in concert.
And -- sure enough -- her wish for "Harvest Moon" was granted.
So, the months go by. Time and grief begin to heal. But where's the Linc-Volt jacket?
Well, it would seem that with the Europe tour, The Archives releases, and all the other activities, somehow the shipment of Liza's prize was overlooked.
On a post last week on the State Of Lincvolt & Special Guest in Garage, some comments were exchanged not only on the state of Lincvolt but the state of Liza's jacket as well.
About an hour ago the long awaited package from California arrived here in Germany. My son David opened the door, when the FedEx man rang the doorbell.
I went to see and my heart started beating.....it said : South San Francisco, CA.... and of course, right away I knew: this must be the jacket !!
We opened the package and were even more excited, two jackets and two caps.
Thank you so much for being so generous! You really made me very, very happy today.
Thank you so much again and again.
Wonderful Liza! You wear it well.
A Rare B. Shakey Signing!
wow, I'm stunned! I really like the way you created this new thread, with all the background information and links to it.
Again I must tell you, that without your wonderful site nothing of this would have been possible.
thank you so much for your comment and your words about Michael.
It's a victory for the heart every time the music starts.
Liz - you should be in the next "Shakey Pictures" show.
Albert with tears in the castle.
Liza, I'm glad you finally got the well deserved jacket.
I hope it will keep you warm and make you feel the love of Michael.
And when you feel a bad fog of loneliness, change your mind,dry your crying eyes,and dance dance dance...It's better than silver and gold.
When you see the sky about to rain, cause Michael sleeps with angels, look at your four strong winds and you'll find yourself standing in the light of love.
How Great!...I did not know that a hat and jacket could fit like a glove...Looks good on you.
We are happy to hear that your prizes arrived quickly and safely after the matter was brought to our attention by Thrasher.
Did you notice that the jacket bears an EXTREMELY rare signature by Bernard Shakey? He was visiting us on the day everything was shipped and asked Neil if he could sign it.
great to see you in that beautiful LV-jacket !!
making a movie there, about one of Germanys most popular Neil-Young-Fan-Events.
Perhaps he drives with Lincvolt to the castle?
SONY, Albert, TomCrac, thanks a lot for your comments!
Luc, your posting made me smile, really like the way you quote Neil's song. Thank you!
Archives Guy, thank you so much for your comment. Of course I noticed right away that the autograph on the jacket is very special, because it says B. Shakey. Infact I took a picture of it too and send it to Thrasher.
He might post it here later on.
And yes, I'm really enjoying this wonderful prize!!
Liza, this is truly a touching story. I wish you good fortune on the journey ahead.
Humanity and hope. Bless you Liza and may you wear it in good health.
Thanks a lot for the last two comments!
And Thrasher, thank you for adding the foto with the autograph of B. Shakey.
We are happy to read this great news!!
Thank you, Hawkfamily, for the congrats and for the nice compliment!
I meant to comment before now,that it is great that you got your cap,and jacket,whose meaning goes beyond just material things.


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Helping others can help us heal ourselves. For a moment, we forget how broken we are.
Tank and T.J. rode the fence lines one last time this morning before they got ready to go to the airport. It was a quiet drive. T.J was heading back to school and Tank was heading into the long winter with nothing to do but wait for the spring thaw.
"Dad, do you think you and mom will ever... you know... make up?" T.J. asked the question Tank knew he had wanted to ask the whole ten days.
Tank sighed, wishing he could give any answer except the one he was about to give. "No, son. I'm sorry."
"But you're alone and she's..."
"Already dating again. It's over, T.J. and there is nothing I can do to get her back. She hates me and I won't say anything bad about her." Tank interrupted, as his grip tightened on the steering wheel. "We loved each other, we made mistakes, and I can't fix it. I'm sorry, son. But I want you to know I will always try to be there for you when she'll let me. I am grateful to her that you got to come visit me."
T.J. stared out the window for a moment then huffed. "It isn't fair. I want you to come home and she won't let you."
"No, Thomas. I left because it wasn't good for us to be in the same place, and it wasn't good for you to see us fighting like you did." He sighed heavily, then tried to explain. "When two people love each other, like your mom and I did, and one hurts the other, then they start trying to make the other hurt. They say things they don't mean and do things they don't mean and it goes back and forth, like the possession of the ball on the field. It becomes a war and innocent people get hurt. Your mom and I were at that point, we were both hurting and kept hurting each other, and it was to the point it was going to start hurting you. We said terrible things to each other. After I was injured, I realized how much she... I thought it was best if I left. You deserve better that the childhood I had. You deserve better than two parents who hate each other and play you in the middle. Do you understand?"
"I think so, Dad." Thomas Jr looked out the window with tears running down his face. In a quiet voice he asked, "Do you really hate Mom?"
"No, but I'll tell you what Pappy told me when I was your age. Love is like a star in the sky, and sometimes when love gets tarnished, the pain feels like hate."
Tank waved at T.J. as his son walked through the gates to get on his plane back to Texas. The last two weeks had been difficult but fun. T.J. had a wonderful time helping his father and great grandfather on the ranch. They had borrowed a horse from Ben Wallace for T.J. to ride. Tank had only spoke to Irene once since T.J. arrived to give her his return flight's information. She hadn't even asked how he was, just demanded to know how T.J. was doing then asked to speak to Pappy, who had to assure her that Tank was doing well in A.A. and was taking good care of their son. It made Tank's heart clench at the venom and disbelief he heard in her voice. Tank had not had a drink since T.J. arrived and has he was struggling with his cravings feeling like he had ants under his skin. On the way out of the city, he stopped at a liquor store to buy a few bottles of whiskey and a case of beer, promising himself that he would just have one drink, now and again when he couldn't sleep.
When Tank got back to the ranch, Sheriff McConnell was waiting on the porch with his grandfather. They were both drinking ice tea.
"Thomas, the sheriff was wondering if you would like to be a part time deputy," Papa told him.
Sheriff McConnell smiled. "You're the only one in the county with the training I need that lives here. We have a young man who is taking early college classes in law enforcement in high school but he won't graduate until next year then he is joining the military for a few years."
"Can't you wait for him?" Tank asked.
"I wish we could, but I need someone to cover during the winter while Gary is having knee surgery and Dick isn't getting any younger." The sheriff explained. "It's only part time, but it would certainly help me out and I wouldn't have to hire someone from outside the community at double the pay and with a travel stipend."
Tank looked between his grandfather and Sheriff McConnell, in his gut he knew it wasn't a friendly request. This was his grandfather's way of making sure Thomas used his college degree. "I don't really have the field experience for it, not since the training I had in college." He tried to make the excuses.
"That's okay. The state patrol law enforcement center in Castle is having a field training refresher course for people returning to active duty like you. I already have reserved you a spot in the October classes. Sargent Kramer is expecting you and the county will pay your room and board," The sheriff explained.
"This is a good opportunity Thomas. The ranch is ready for winter and now that T.J. is gone for a few month, it is time you got your feet back under you." His Pappy held his gaze, identical sets of afternoon blue eyes stared hard at one another. What his grandfather didn't add was that this would prove to Irene that he was trying so she would let T.J. come back at a Christmas. He didn't have to, Tank knew his grandfather, as well as he knew himself.
"I'll think about it, Sheriff McConnell. Pappy is Cajun in the coral, I need to get him back to Mr. Wallace." Tank was trying to get out of continuing the discussion.
"No need to worry about that old cow pony. Camille came and picked him up an hour ago. We're having dinner with them on Sunday after church." Pappy announced.
"There's also a celebration in her honor at the civic hall. Not many towns can claim a medal winning Olympian," Sheriff McConnell added, "So you'll need to check in in Castle at the State..." He paused as the phone rang.
Tank politely excused himself and went inside to answer it. He was never so happy to accept a useless errand. Camille had forgotten Cajun's tack and saddle. He went out the back to the barn and pulled the loaners from the tack room and tossed them in the back of his truck. "I gotta run this over to the Ridgeline, they's moving cattle tomorrow. Good to see, you Sheriff. Don't wait up, Pappy."
"If they need an extra hand, Thomas, just stay over and I'll see you when you get home," His pappy called out to him before he drove off.
Half-way to the Wallace ranch, Tank reached back behind the seat into the paper bag from the liquor store. It was empty and he swore colorfully for at least ten miles.
When he got to the Ridgeline Ranch, there was a flurry of activity. Gramma Doreen Wallace, the matriarch of the Wallace women, came out and grinned at him gratefully. "Thank you so much, Thomas. Camille was just about beside herself when she realized she had forgotten Cajun's tack at your grandpa's. Did you have a good visit with your son?"
He tipped his hat politely, "Ma'am, yes ma'am."
"Camille, come out and thank Deputy Tanner for doing you a favor," Dorine shouted into the house.
"Uhhh, Miss Doreen, I'm not a deputy."
"Oh pish posh, it's what you were meant to do, just like young Lloyd. Cami! Where is that girl?" She muttered grumpily. "I'm sorry, Thomas. Please, accept my thanks on her behalf."
"Umm, Pappy said you all might need some help moving the cattle tomorrow?" Thomas asked hopefully, not really wanting to face his grandfather after he left like he did.
"Ben and Beau are out in the barn with Doc McConnell checking the heifers before we decided which to sell and which to put out with the bulls next month," Doreen explained. "Excuse me, Thomas but I have to get back to the kitchen. Now that Camille has a short break from her Olympian duties and is getting a few weeks of vacation, we are having a big BBQ after we move the stock tomorrow and I really need to finish cooking."
"It smells good, ma'am."
Things for the Wallace family had changed so much since Willamina's death almost two years ago. Camille had a baby, and won medals at the Olympics again, not to mention adopted her sister's daughter. She seemed to have her life so together, but she never talked about the fathers of the two little girls, who looked like twins. Rumors were rampant that Camille and her sister had been involved with the same man, gossip Doreen Wallace had shut down with a firm explanation that the sisters were dating brothers who were no longer in the picture. He started around the house to the barn, remembering only four years ago when he was home to help Pappy with the ranch while Irene was visiting her mom and sisters. He had been knocked down by the Wallace sisters in this exact place.
They had all laughed as they picked themselves up.
The older sister, Willamina, had almond-shaped light blue eyes that complimented her light chestnut hair, while the younger sister, Camille, had hazel eyes and almost honey colored hair. Other than that they were almost identical except in height, Mina being a few inches taller and slightly more willowy in shape.
"Hey, Thomas, I figured a football player like you could handle getting tackled," Willamina teased as she held out her hand to help him up.
"In my defense, I wasn't expecting to get tackled. It's good to see you both," He held out his arms to give them a hug, but was surprised to see Cami cringe back, then she turned and ran inside.
"What's wrong with your sister?"
"You didn't hear... well, of course you didn't hear, nobody heard." Mina said almost more to herself than Tank. "A few months before the Olympics, Cami... Cami got attacked on campus. She had to testify at the trial and then she dived at the Olympics last year and now... now she's a little skitzy."
He frowned at her, "Attacked how?"
Mina's lips made a thin line and he knew. "Ohmigawd, was she... did they get convicted?"
"Yeah, but Camille is terrified of any man touching her who isn't family," Suddenly Willamina's eyes lit up. "Are you staying for the round up in the morning? Could you ride with her and maybe offer to teach her some self-defense? You graduated in Law Enforcement, right?"
"Ohhh, I don't know, Mina. I mean we've barely seen each other since you all moved back to Texas with your aunt." He hedged but she was having none of it.
"Please, Thomas. Just teach her enough so she feels safe. It's been months; she's scared all the time except when she's diving. She barely made it through the Olympics, I don't know if she'll be able to make it through another semester." Mina begged and Tank found himself caving in. Camille was over six years younger than he was, just past twenty.
"Fine, but I'm staying here tonight so I don't have to make the drive in the morning." Tank grumbled and Mina rewarded him with a smile and a hug that would have swooned any other man. Then she dragged him behind her out to the barn, and told her Grandpa her plan. Old Ben just listened quietly and looked over at Tank.
"My granddaughter needs help, I am trusting you as a friend of the family that you won't try to take advantage and because I heard from Walter what you've been through with your father, Thomas," Ben said quietly. His eyes, so like Camille's, conveyed the concern and trust in the old man's heart and Tank realized that he could not have said no if he wanted to.
"I won't let you down, sir. And please, it's just Tank now, Thomas is my grandfather's first name." He responded and Ben held out his hand.
"Thank you, Tank."
At dawn the next morning, Tank and Camille were riding side by side, as the herd moved from the western high pasture to the southern pasture land of the Ridgeline Ranch. They hadn't spoken a dozen words.
Finally, Tank couldn't stand the silence. "Cami, your sister and grandpa asked me to teach you some self defense so you will feel more confident after... well, after what happened."
Her hazel eyes stared at him with hurt, fear, and betrayal but her voice was calm and cold, "I'm fine."
He watched her for a moment and realized he needed to build a bridge of trust. "Sweetie, you're a smart beautiful girl, and you got more talent in your little toe than most people have in their whole body. You're an Olympian and learning to be a teacher. You could make such a difference in the world, if you weren't afraid... I'm just a ball play, there are hundreds of people like me, but you... You're special."
Cami didn't answer for almost a mile, then she said softly, "But you went to school to be a cop. The police are important, they make a difference, they protect people. The detective on my case helped me realize that it wasn't my fault and gave me the courage to fight back in court. I... Mina has me doing these positive thoughts posters and encouraging girls to be athletes but... but I'm still scared... all the time... I don't want anyone to ever feel like I did... like I do." Tears ran down her cheeks but she didn't wipe them. She looked even more broken than he could imagine feeling.
He had never thought about it that way, about how being a police officer was important, but before he could answer she began talking in an almost emotionless voice about the night she was drugged and raped by her roommate's ex-boyfriend and his friends.
Two hours later, Tank Tanner had made two promises to the universe as he listened his neighbor's nightmare truth. He promised he would help her learn to protect herself, and he promised he would take a job with Sheriff McConnell after he retired from football in the hopes of keeping something that horrible from ever happening again to any woman he knew. When they stopped for lunch under a giant pinon tree, Tank ate quietly then he helped her pack away the trash.
"Camille, you said you know a little about self-defense, but I want to see you throw a punch. One of my required courses was hand to hand combat."
She made a soft fist and hit his hand. He shook his head, "Line your arm up with your shoulder and put your weight behind it." An hour later, she was hitting his palms hard enough he was sure they would feel bruised tomorrow.
After they rode back, Cami gave him a shy smile. "Thanks, Tank."
"Thanks for trusting me. If... If you ever need to talk..." He offered.
"I'll call. And you can call me too." She returned.
It seemed like it was so long ago, a whole other lifetime.
It was a hot day working the herd, when Camille rode up beside him, "Hey."
"Hey, Cam, so are you going to stay in Texas and teach after graduation or go back for another Olympics?"
"Dunno. Grandma Doreen thinks I should move back here... Are you gonna take the job with Sheriff McConnell?" She grinned at him.
"Do you really think I should?" Tank rubbed his jaw.
"Do you remember the day you taught me how to throw a punch?" Camille raised an eyebrow at him.
He bowed his head for a moment, confessing, "I've been thinking about it all day. If I could save just one girl from going through what you did..."
Camille rewarded him with a beautiful smile, "I guess I'll be calling you Deputy Tank."
"So what would I call you, Coach Cam, Coach Wallace..." He paused then grinned, "How about Coach Wally?"
Camille laughed and Cajun looked at the humans then bent his head back to the grass. She decided, "I think I could be Coach Wally."
At the BBQ, stopped by the table where Sheriff McConnell, Doc McConnell the vet, his Pappy, and Mr. Wallace were sitting. He bobbed his head respectfully.
"Sheriff, I forgot to ask what day I needed to be in Castle for that training refresher course. "
"September 28th, then it runs the whole month. Come by the office Monday and I'll have Ruby give you the paperwork." Sheriff McConnell answered with a smile.
"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir," Tank answered, then he made his way over to sit with Camille, Beau, and the younger Ballards. It was a good night and he hadn't had a single drink.
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St. Lucie County, FL – This week is National Public Health Week and the Florida Department of Health in St. Lucie is giving Floridians an inside look at some of the careers behind public health and the dedicated professionals who do them. Each day, the department will highlight a different area of public health including epidemiology, emergency preparedness and response, environmental health and public health nursing. These fields and many more help the department carry out our mission to promote, protect and improve the health of Florida residents and visitors.
"We know that a strong public health system is an important part of any healthy community, but it's probably not something that most people think about on a regular basis, because when public health works, it is undetectable," said Clint Sperber, County Health Officer for the Florida Department of Health in St. Lucie County.
Last year, the department was the first state in the nation to receive national accreditation as an integrated department of health through the Public Health Accreditation Board (PHAB). Accreditation by PHAB signifies that the department, including the state health office and all 67 county health departments, is meeting national standards for ensuring essential public health services are provided in the community.
For the next two years, the department will focus on several key areas to improve health in our state including increasing childhood vaccination rates, achieving health equity in all communities, developing a high quality trauma service, reducing HIV infection rates, reducing infant mortality rates, decreasing inhaled nicotine use and decreasing licensure processing time for health care professionals.
During public health week we publish an annual overview of highlights from some of our programs. Our newspaper insert is coming this Sunday, in one of the local newspapers.
For more information about National Public Health Week, please visit www.nphw.org. For more information about the different programs and services offered at DOH-St. Lucie please visit St. Lucie County Health Department Website or call 772-462-3800.


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Q: Adding comments to a database based on id I am making a recipe site at the moment and am struggling to get my comment function to work, I previously had it working until but now I keep getting an error which tells me I cannot access the database when I try and submit a comment
I know this might seem quite simple but I'm completely stuck I've been trying to figure out a way round this for weeks but really am not making any headway..
Here the PHP process:
    if (!$db_server){
        die("unable to Connect to MYSQL: " . mysqli_connect_error($db_server));
        $db_status = "not connected";
    }else{
        if(trim($_POST['submit']) =="submit"){
        }else{
            if (isset($_POST['dropoption']) && ($_POST['dropoption'] != '')){
                if (isset($_POST['meal']) && ($_POST['meal'] != '')) {

                $dropoption = clean_string($db_server, $_POST['dropoption']);
                $meal = clean_string($db_server, $_POST['meal']);
                $quer = "SELECT * FROM `recipename` WHERE `cuisine_type` ='$dropoption' AND `b_l_d` ='$meal'LIMIT 0,1";
                mysqli_select_db($db_server, $db_database);
                $querya= mysqli_query($db_server, $quer);
                if (!$querya) die("database access failed: " . mysqli_error($db_server));
                        while($row = mysqli_fetch_array($querya)){
$recipeid .= $row['recipeid'];
$recipename .="
". "Why dont you have ".$row['mealname']."
";
                            $ingredients .="
".$row['ingredients']."
";
                            $recipe .="
" .$row['recipe']."
";
                            $cookingtime .="
" .$row['hours']." Hours".$row['minutes']." Minutes
";
                            $mealpic .="";
                        }
                        if ($comment != ''){
                            $userid = trim($_SESSION['userid']);
                            $comment = trim($_POST['comment']);
                            $userid = clean_string($db_server, $_SESSION['userid']);
                            $comment = clean_string($db_server, $_POST['comment']);
                            $query = "INSERT INTO Comments (comment,userid,recipeid) VALUES ('$comment','$userid','$receipeid')";
                            mysqli_select_db($db_server, $db_database);
                            mysqli_query($db_server, $query) or
                            die("Insert failed: " . mysqli_error($db_server));
                            }
                }//if(meal)//
            }//if(cuisine)//
        } //if(trim)//
    }
    $query = "SELECT * FROM Comments";
                    $result = mysqli_query($db_server, $query);
                    if (!$result) die ("Database access failed: " . mysqli_error($db_server));
                    while($row = mysqli_fetch_array($result)) {
                        $str_comments .= "
" . $row['comment'] . "
";
                    }

and here is the html form:
        <?php echo $recipename;
        echo $mealpic;
        ?>

Ingredients

         <?php
                $ingredientchunks = (explode(",",$ingredients));
                for($i = 1; $i < count($ingredientchunks); $i++){
                    echo "$i.$ingredientchunks[$i]
";}
                echo $cookingtime;
                ?>

Recipe

         <?php
                $recipechunks = (explode(",",$recipe));
                for($i = 1; $i < count($recipechunks); $i++){
                    echo "$i.$recipechunks[$i]
";}
         ?>
  <form id="results" form method="post" action="results.php">
            <input type="submit" id="Like" name="Like" value="Like" />
            <input type="submit" id="Next" name="Next" value="Next" />
        </form>

  <form id="comments" form method="post" action='results.php?cuisine_type=" . $dropoption ."b_l_d=" . $meal . "'>
         Comment: <textarea rows="2" cols="30" name="comment" id="comment" placeholder="Anything to say??"></textarea>
            <input type="submit" id="comments" name="comments" value="comments" />
            </form>
                    <?php
                echo $str_comments;
                require_once "db_close.php";
        ?>

<? require_once ('home_stop.php')?>


Homily: Good leaven builds God's kingdom; bad leaven only creates the appearance of the Kingdom. Only good leaven rises and grows to become good bread. Hypocrisy is when we invoke God with our lips but our heart is far away; we say one thing but do another. It's spiritual schizophrenia. You seem polite but have a dagger behind your back. Look at Herod: terrified inside, he politely received the Magi, then told them, "Come back and tell me where I can worship him!" To kill him! Hypocrite! Jesus told the doctors of the law, "You say this but don't do it." Another type of hypocrisy is believing that by saying something, it's done. No; things must be done not just said. Hypocrites accuse others, not themselves; think about the splinter and the log. This is how we describe the leaven that's hypocrisy.
Examine your conscience: Am I growing with good or bad leaven? Am I acting, praying, turning to others with a spirit that builds? Don't deceive yourself! Tell the truth. Children never lie during confession; they talk about concrete things because they have good leaven, leaven that makes them grow like the Kingdom. May the Lord give us the Spirit and the grace of lucidity to discern what kind of leaven we're growing with, how we're behaving. Am I loyal and transparent?
Eph 1:11-14 In Christ we were chosen, destined in accord with God's purpose, so we might exist for his praise. In him you who heard and believed were sealed with the Spirit, the first installment of our inheritance.
Ps 33:1-2, 4-5, 12-13 "Blessed the people the Lord has chosen to be his own." Exult in the Lord; give thanks on harp and lyre. God's word is upright, his works trustworthy. He is just and kind.
One Bread, One Body: "Baptismal 'richness and responsibility'": We're baptized into Jesus and so into his death, Resurrection, priesthood, prophetic ministry, and kingship. In Christ we were chosen and are heirs of God's kingdom; we inherit the grace to be holy, pure, and free. Our baptism is the basis for God's greatest gifts to us. This richness gives us great responsibility. If we don't develop our baptisms, we fail in stewardship. "When much has been given, much will be required... More will be asked of one to whom more has been entrusted...."


MOST men with any experience at all will tell you that women are complex, but "When the Messenger Is Hot" takes that to extremes.
In Laura Eason's play, adapted from the acclaimed book of short stories by Elizabeth Crane, the main character – a writer named Josie – is portrayed by three women expressing different aspects of her personality.
The themes of the play, revolving around Josie's devastation upon her mother's death and her continuing search for love, are not exactly unfamiliar. They're fresher here, albeit in a more cutesy way.
The play begins with Josie's mom (Molly Regan), dead some three years, calling from a bus station in North Dakota to announce that she's on her way home. Needless to say, this news disconcerts Josie, who's delighted nonetheless.
Shortly thereafter, Mom becomes a media sensation and gets engaged to actor Alan Thicke.
Meanwhile, Josie (well played by Kate Arrington, Lauren Katz and Amy Warren) endures a series of bad relationships with men (all played by the versatile Coburn Gross). These include a gun-toting bartender who smokes crack during their date.
"Watching the morning sun glint off his crack pipe made me realize that maybe Steven and I weren't meant to be," Josie comments.
Josie eventually comes to peace with both the loss of her mother and her single status.
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