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After Bali
By Ian Angus
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"We are ending up with something so watered down there was no need for 12,000 people to gather here in Bali to have a watered-down text. We could have done that by email."
—Dr. Angus Friday, Chair of the Alliance of Small Island States
In a narrow and formal sense, last month's Climate Change conference in Bali achieved its objectives. The Kyoto Protocol is due to expire in 2012: the Bali gathering's purpose was to adopt a roadmap for negotiating a new treaty — and that was done. A new roadmap, called the Bali Action Plan, was adopted unanimously at an overtime session, after the USA withdrew its objections.
As the New York Times pointed out, the dramatic U.S. capitulation really didn't amount to much: "From the United States the delegates got nothing, except a promise to participate in the forthcoming negotiations." [1]
That's why the Bali meetings were a failure in any meaningful sense. They didn't even discuss the Kyoto Protocol's failure to produce results, failed to recognize the need for rapid action, and above all failed to adopt (or even recommend) any targets for emission reductions. The final resolution might better be called the Bali Inaction Plan — at best it is an agreement to discuss further, and maybe agree in 2009 on measures that might be implemented after 2012.
As an observer from the Institute for Policy Studies writes:
"The Bali 'action plan' does almost nothing to ensure that the people most affected by the worst impacts of climate change will receive the resources needed to survive impending climate chaos. This transition plan for replacing the Kyoto Protocol, which is so far being called the "Bali mandate," instead entrenches the power of big business, and the global financial institutions that work on its behalf, without committing any government to tangible emissions reductions." [2]
Expanding CDM
The only concrete measure approved in Bali was a plan to take one of Kyoto's worst features — the so-called Clean Development Mechanism — and make it worse. Under CDM, major polluters in the industrialized countries can avoid reducing emissions in their home countries by investing in "clean" projects in the Third World. Morally, this is bizarre — the modern equivalent of paying the medieval church to be forgiven for sins. Worse, the CDM process is often corrupt, providing credits (and profits) for projects that don't reduce emissions, or that would have been carried out anyway.
The Bali delegates approved a World Bank plan to add deforestation to the list of CDM options. As Simone Lavera, the managing coordinator of Global Forest Coalition, points out:
"The World Bank's Forest Carbon Partnership Facility … presents an easy way of pretending to be generous and contributing to tropical forest conservation … [It] encourages potentially unwilling developing countries to include their forests in the international carbon market after 2012, providing donor countries with access to an abundance of cheap credits that help them avoid painful emission reductions in their own countries." [3]
The World Bank deforestation plan will encourage the enclosure and privatization of forests, overriding indigenous land rights claims and calls for land reform. The indigenous and other poor people who live in and depend on the forests will be pushed out, so that Third World governments and forestry companies can sell credits representing trees that they promise not to cut down.
This plan is clearly another example of the practices condemned by Third World activists in the Durban Declaration of 2004, when they pointed out that CDM projects "appropriate land, water and air already supporting the lives and livelihoods of local communities for new carbon dumps for Northern industries." [4]
Canada's Role
No one familiar with the Harper government's record will be surprised that Canada played a particularly appalling role in the Bali talks. Working closely with the USA and Japan, the Canadian delegation did its utmost to eliminate action from the Bali Action Plan. Ottawa's alignment with the Bush crew reached absurd proportions: Environment Minister Baird even copied his Washington mentors by holding out to the last minute and then dramatically withdrawing his objections so that the vote could be unanimous.
The U.S.-Canada do-nothing position was counterposed to a policy that wasn't much better. The European Union, which is less dependent on coal and oil than its North American competitors, initially proposed to mention (not decide on) emission targets at the low end of what scientists say is essential. They see such targets as a the royal road to windfall profits from carbon trading and clean development schemes. The poorest people and countries are pressured into making development choices determined not by their own needs, but by the desire of corporations in the north to avoid cutting emissions.
But when the U.S.-Canada-Japan axis objected, the EU quickly capitulated, replacing all mention of targets with a footnote reference to an IPCC document.
The Canadian Youth Climate Coalition sent a delegation of 21 young people to Bali, in the sincere belief that a strong and idealistic lobbying voice would make a difference. One student participant, using the web-name "jodafoe," reported on the experience in the CYCC blog:
"I felt despair because of Canada's climate change policy and the behaviour of its delegation, which served as a diplomatic wrecking ball to the process of international collective action. Minister Baird's flippancy towards the issue was made clear to me when he refused to meet with the Canadian Youth Delegation, or appear at his own side-event to justify our national climate change plan, or when his press secretary told that me that our petition of 60,000 signatures was insubstantial.
"I am not an expert of politics but my first foray into the field has been far from welcoming. If this is politics, I want nothing to do with it." [5]
Needed: A Different Kind of Politics
Jodafoe is absolutely correct: if what happened in the conference rooms in Bali defines politics, then climate activists should have nothing to do with it.
But there is another kind of politics, and it too was represented in Bali — not in the official meetings, but in outside events and meetings that used the Bali event as an organizing opportunity and a springboard to action. There were many such activities, but two stand out as particularly important.
• Climate Justice Now! A meeting of 21 organizations that represent affected communities, indigenous peoples, women and peasant farmers, mainly from the Third World, agreed to create Climate Justice Now!, a coalition to improve communication and intensify actions to prevent and respond to climate change. Their initial statement concludes:
"Inside the negotiations, the rich industrialized countries have put unjustifiable pressure on Southern governments to commit to emissions' reductions. At the same time, they have refused to live up to their own legal and moral obligations to radically cut emissions and support developing countries' efforts to reduce emissions and adapt to climate impacts. Once again, the majority world is being forced to pay for the excesses of the minority.
"Compared to the outcomes of the official negotiations, the major success of Bali is the momentum that has been built towards creating a diverse, global movement for climate justice.
"We will take our struggle forward not just in the talks, but on the ground and in the streets — Climate Justice Now!" [6]
• People's Protocol on Climate Change. While the official meetings droned on, activists from Indonesia, the Philippines and Australia met elsewhere in Bali, in the town of Sumber Klampok, to draft a People's Protocol on Climate Change, which they plan to use as a focus for worldwide organizing and discussion in the coming year, leading up to the next major UN meeting on climate change, in Poland in December.
The Draft People's Protocol says that the Kyoto Protocol has not merely failed to reduce emissions, it has "diminished responsibility and accountability for the climate crisis through the marketization of energy resources and supply."
"The Kyoto Protocol does not truly involve grassroots communities and peoples who are worst-affected, especially in the South. It has grossly neglected the severe damage to their livelihoods, well-being and welfare. It does not consistently and coherently adhere to the vital developmental principles, especially people's sovereignty over natural resources….
"Climate change must be understood not merely as an environmental issue but as a question of social justice; its causes are rooted in the current capitalist-dominated global economy which is principally driven by the relentless drive for private profits and accumulation."
The document includes a hard-hitting list of demands, and commits to "building on the powerful networks of movements for climate action that have emerged worldwide." [7]
We can't tell whether either of these projects will win broad support or play a key role in building a global climate action movement. What is clear is that both point in the right direction, to a different kind of politics: away from backroom lobbying, and toward the mobilization of mass sentiment and action against global warming.
Towards a Movement Against Climate Change
Canada has one of the worst records in the world for greenhouse gas emissions. That fact alone places special responsibility on activists in this country to confront our own government, to demand that it take immediate action to reduce emissions at home and to support climate justice for the countries and peoples who are most harmed by Canadian capitalist irresponsibility.
The beginnings of a broad movement against Canada's climate change policies can be seen in the wide variety of actions that have taken place across the country in the past year.
Marches and rallies such as those held on December 8 in cities across Canada.
Sit-ins and occupations like the Sharbot Lake action against uranium mining.
Smaller "guerrilla theatre" actions designed to attract media coverage and expose particular abuses.
Teach-ins and other educational events such as the sustainability conferences that are being held on several university campuses this winter.
It's much too early to say which forms of protest will prove most effective in building a movement. Our responsibility today is to participate wholeheartedly in actions as they develop, to provide concrete support, and to learn from the nascent movement's experiences.
Independent Action — For A People's Agenda
It's very like that there will be a federal election in 2008. Climate change activists will adopt different positions, some favoring abstention, others supporting the NDP, the Green Party, or specific individual candidates. This will offer many opportunities for debate and discussion, opportunities that should be eagerly welcomed. Our stress throughout should be on the need to build an independent movement that demands concrete action from politicians and parties of all political stripes.
To confront politicians and policy makers effectively, the green movement needs to advance its own People's Agenda on Climate Change, a program that stresses both reducing emissions in Canada and advancing climate justice around the world. The specific details of such an agenda need to be worked out collaboratively by a wide range of activists, but the following are some of the demands we might raise.
The experts in the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change have called for emission reductions of 25%-40% below 1990 levels by 2020, and 50%-85% by 2050. Regardless of what happens in international negotiations, Canada should unilaterally adopt and implement those targets.
Emissions-trading plans and carbon-tax schemes are actually highly regressive taxes that mostly fall on poor people. Instead, Canada should impose hard limits on the emissions produced by the largest resource and energy companies.[8]
As the Climate Justice Now Coalition points out, the only really effective way to cut emissions is to leave fossil fuels in the ground. In Canada this means immediately stopping all expansion of the tar sands – and then shutting them down quickly. Greenpeace has rightly called the tar sands the "biggest global warming crime in history." Stopping that crime must be a priority.
Military spending and the federal budget surplus should be immediately redirected into public energy-saving projects such as expanding mass transit and retrofitting homes and office buildings. Tar sands workers and redeployed soldiers can play key roles in this effort.
Canada must recognize its ecological debt to the Third World and to indigenous peoples. Paying that debt means cleaning up the damage that Canada's capitalists have caused, providing concrete assistance in adapting to climate change, and transferring the resources and technology needed for clean economic development.
The Bali conference failed to adopt effective measures against climate change: a treaty based on the Bali decisions would be worse than Kyoto. But Bali may also be remembered as the beginning point for a revitalized global movement for climate action and climate justice.
Ian Angus is the editor of Climate and Capitalism.
[1] "Editorial: Disappointments on Climate." New York Times, December 17, 2007
[2] Janet Redman. "Bali's Business-As-Usual Mandate." Foreign Policy in Focus, December 24, 2007.
[3] Simone Lovera. "Reducing deforestation under the Climate Convention: funding forests, plantations or foresters?" Europe solidaire sans frontières. December 17, 2007.
[4] Durban Group for Climate Justice. "Durban Declaration on Carbon Trading." October 10, 2004
[5] jodafoe. "Youth Rising: A Reflection on the Bali Conference." It's Getting Hot In Here, January 2, 2008.
[6] Climate Justice Now Coalition. "What's missing from the climate talks? Justice!" Europe solidaire sans frontiers, December 14, 2007.
[7] "Peoples Protocol on Climate Change (Draft)." Climate and Capitalism, December 28, 2007.
[8] For an excellent critique of "green tax" and "cap and trade" policies, see Dick Nichols, "Can Green Taxes Save the World?"
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I know I've already written about the unimaginable damage our state saw a week ago when the tornadoes hit, but it's still top of mind for me. I feel like I need to write a little more, do a little more.
The company for which I work employs a few thousand people here in Birmingham. Many of them live in the devastated areas that were struck by one or more of the tornadoes. My friend J is one of them. When she and her husband heard that the storms were coming, they decided that although they had a basement, they needed to go to J's parents' house because their basement was completely underground. They wanted to be in the most protected place possible with their sons (ages 8 and 10).
Part of their retaining wall still stands. And that's it. J told me yesterday that they were able to find a few pictures, one bunkbed and a few other things, but it will still be classified as a "total loss." Right now they're staying at her parents' house, and yesterday they met with FEMA to find out what their next steps are. But can you even IMAGINE?
They have lost almost every material possession they had, all of their clothes, all of their sentimental items -- and I know it may sound silly at this point, but J spent years collecting Disney snow globes, and every one was smashed to bits. I don't have a collection of anything, but if I did, I know I'd be devastated to lose it.
Several of you have e-mailed me or Tweeted to ask how you can help, and there are many ways. I personally am going to start with my friend J. Since they are staying with her parents, they don't have a place to store items that they'll eventually need to replace from their demolished home. Therefore, when I pressed her for their immediate needs, she said that a gift card to Wal-Mart would be the most sensible thing. I'm going to buy one next week, and if you'd like to add anything to it, please e-mail me at stainsofgrass@yahoo.com and I'll send you my address. I'll add any cash or checks I receive to the amount I'm planning to spend. Whether it's $5 or $25 doesn't matter ... when all you have left is dust, everything else is a true gift.
On a broader scale, for locals there's a website called Hands On Birmingham that allows you to sign up for notification of projects in our area to help tornado survivors. If you subscribe, they'll send you e-mails about the projects that need volunteers, and you can sign up to help.
For locals AND non-locals, Amazon.com has an Alabama Tornado Relief wishlist from which you can purchase things that the tornado victims need and have them shipped to the Christian Service Mission in Birmingham. CSM is the organization being used by many churches and other organizations to match supplies with affected areas most efficiently.
My friend J is actually lucky when you consider that so many others lost their lives last week. And at my company alone -- actually, in the same building where J works -- there are stories that take my breath away.
There's the woman whose toddler has a broken ankle because the wind pulled him out of her arms, and she hung on to his foot as the winds raged and he flailed in the air. She was able to hang onto his ankle, though, and now thankfully he's "just" being treated for a broken foot.
There's the woman whose adult family members and their two children were sucked out of their mobile home. The adults were thrown into the adjacent lake and drowned; the children landed in the grass but were unable to help their parents as they drowned in front of them.
There are the parents who watched as their two children were sucked into the air. They watched them screaming and swirling in the winds of the tornado. They are still missing.
Guys, I can't even handle it. Please keep our state in your prayers. Please keep these people in your prayers. Please reach out and help in any small way that you can.
Words fail me. I'm so thankful you and your friend's family are all safe.
The story of the woman holding on to her child's foot as he flailed in the air? Makes me want to go wake the (finally!) sleeping babies just to give them extra kisses.
I'm putting some $ in the mail to help J's family. I've already missed the mailman today, but I should be able to get it out tomorrow.
If you email me your address a check will be put in the mail to you. I am sitting here reading with cold chills running down my spine. I thought I had seen all the devastion after Katrina (my son was at Tulane in NO), but to read personal experience about someone that knows someone is heart wrenching.
Makes us thankful for all we have.


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With over 4000 miles of coastline and hundreds of rivers, Indian fish and seafood cookery is varied and delicious.
Indian home recipes for fish curries are subtle and delicious with regional variations that include coconut, tamarind, chillies, mustard and a variety of spices. In this hands on class, you will learn how to prepare and cook fish and seafood expertly and make tamarind pulp and spice pastes that enhance and lift the flavour of the main ingredient.
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Born in 1964, Lady Sarah Frances Elizabeth is the second child of Princess Margaret and the Earl of Snowdon. She keeps a low profile. She is married to Daniel Chatto and has two children, Samuel, born in 1996, and Arthur, born in 1999. She is a professional painter. She attended the Camberwell School of Art and Middlesex Polytechnic.


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To the father figures out there— I think we all have a little Pop* to give.
*Please don't think this blog entry won't speak to you. I too am not someone's biological dad, yet I totally feel like a father figure to many people (and even some pets). Even you women folk, I know this is yet another role you excel at.
I've discovered the connection between myself and those I care about is a complex one. If it isn't, then I'm not doing it right, then I am not "all in." No matter the connection, my whole heart has gotta be "in." It drives my desire to inspire and support, to show my love in such a way that you feel you have your own personal cheerleader. Or "advocate"— if high school brings back less than desirable memories for you.... That feels very fatherly to me.
In my office life, it's very important to me that my staff knows that I know they are people too with special stories of their own. They don't just exist to make my business hum along. I feel very fortunate that I've created a life where I can be someone's employer and also show a big heart...and that those two things are not mutually exclusive. I feel a responsibility towards my employees and I'm not afraid to let them know. In fact, I thrive on it.
In my friendships, I bring my heart and soul. How else to bring out the best in each other? You can count on me. I have your back. I know that skill doesn't make it onto a resume, but what a world that would be, right?
Even with my four-legged charges—the dogs who reside as family in my home— I take care of them with as much tenderness as any father can. Believe me, if they had soccer practice, I'd be at every match pacing the side lines (and of course, supplying all the kids with a Protein Bakery snack).
Love continues to defy old definitions and cross boundaries, so I say—why not celebrate all of us who guide and care for others?
And as for the ladies who stuck around to the end of this entry, well first, thank you for your open-minds, and second, it is a mother— Madonna— who, I think, sums up the holiday best. This Father's Day, express yourself. Let those special ones who look up to you and who you look up to know how much you value them.
May we all dream big and be grateful for love. Lots of it.


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In the years after the Norman Conquest, a guild of painters are brought from France to Sussex to decorate the austere Saxon churches with murals. They go about their work among a people still hostile to them.
In the village of Hardham, Guy, one of the painters, encounters Truda, a farmer's daughter, and she becomes the inspiration for the figure of Eve in his mural. When the painters have left the village, Truda discovers she is carrying Guy's child. She follows him to Lewes Priory only to find he has already returned to France.
Given refuge by the monks, Truda begins to manifest a strange power over nature. This encourages the local population to believe the child she carries is the long awaited Messiah.
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Las primeras elecciones parlamentarias de Marruecos se llevaron a cabo el 17 de mayo de 1963, luego de la sanción, y posterior ratificación en referéndum de la nueva constitución que preveía una monarquía constitucional parlamentaria a finales del año anterior. El resultado fue una estrecha victoria por voto popular del monarquista Frente para la Defensa Constitucional de las Instituciones, que obtuvo mayoría simple en la Cámara de Representantes con 69 escaños. En las elecciones indirectas para la Cámara de Consejeros, celebradas el 12 de octubre, dicho partido obtuvo una aplastante mayoría absoluta con 102 de los 120 escaños. La participación electoral fue del 71.8%.

Los dos principales partidos de la oposición a la monarquía, el islamista Partido Istiqlal y la republicana Unión Nacional de Fuerzas Populares, obtuvieron amplias victorias en el país, y una coalición entre ambos formaría mayoría absoluta, lo que hubiera impedido al FDIC formar gobierno. En noviembre, el Tribunal Supremo suspendió algunos de los escaños de la oposición, permitiendo a Ahmed Bahnini convertirse en Primer ministro de Marruecos mediante una repetición de elecciones en algunas circunscripciones en 1964. Esto a la larga tampoco mantuvo al frágil gobierno constitucional y el Rey Hassan II disolvió el parlamento en junio de 1965.

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Rome with Me & DaisyBeauty!
I will be hanging out with a wonderful gang of Beauty nerds and DaisyBeauty Magazine…and we will be heading off to Rome for three days! I have already been to Rome back in 2014 (see more Rome the City here or the Beauty Haul here). It seems like this year is the year for repeat trips (Las Vegas and now Rome!) but I ain't complaining!
Jag ska åka iväg med massa beauty nerds och Daisy Beauty Magasinet och vi kommer vara i Rom i 3 dagar! Jag har redan varit i rom tillbaka i 2014 ) som du kan läsa om här eller Beauty Haul här). Det verkar som detta år handlar om att åka tillbaka där jag har redan varit…men jag klagar inte!
The last trip I took with DaisyBeauty was in Palma and that trip was unforgettable so how could I say no to another trip with such inspirational people and companies? Would you like to read more about THAT (amazeballs) trip: click HERE.
Sista resan jag var på med DaisyBeauty var i Palma och det var omöjligt att glömma så hur kan man tacka nej till en till resa med inspirerande folk? Vill du läsa mer om det resa kan du läsa HÄR.
Anyway, there will be amazing people and brands that will be following and when I get the full list you will too… But here are the brands for now!
Det kommer finns massa fina människor och märken som följer med men tyvärr har jag inte fått hela listan så här finns märken än så länge!
I will be updating as best I can while in Rome….
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Toni Collette and Merritt Wever will be playing the two detectives whose lives became hijacked by the details of this fabricated case. The details of Dever's character have yet to be released.
Susannah Grant, Sarah Timberman, Carl Beverly, Cholodenko, Katie Couric, Michael Chabon, and Ayelet Waldman are all slated to executive produce.
The series will be written by original reporters T. Christian Miller and Ken Armstrong.
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I finished the front of the frilly sweater last night. Just started one of the sleeves. I'd like to do both sleeves at the same time, but my needles are too short. The pattern said I would only need 175 grams of yarn, however, after finishing the front, I only had three-quarters of a skein left, so I thought I better buy more. Luckily the Yarn Garden had two skeins left and they were even the same dyelot.


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A week ago some of the people in my kayak club (Bay Area Sea Kayakers) chartered a boat for a trip to the Farallone Islands (Thanks to Maryly for organizing the trip!). We hoped to see the humpbacks and sharks. The Farallones have a large seal and seal lion population, so are also home to a large Great White Shark population that feeds off the seals and sea lions.
We headed out the Golden Gate in dense fog, heading directly west 30 miles to the Farallones. We continued in the fog past the lighthouse at Pt. Bonita, a place most of the group has paddled to, and all the way to the Farallones, still enveloped in fog. There we found a few other boats, including a shark boat filled with divers taking turns going down in a shark cage, hoping to see sharks.
We didn't see sharks, but did see a few dolphins on the way out, as well as some seals (seal lions?) porpoising up and down out of the water. At about the time we needed to head home, we saw about a half-dozen whales. Mostly, they were lazing around the surface, perhaps feeding. They were usually submerged, but would come up for a few minutes of breathing and flipper slapping. When they submerged again, their humps would arch smoothly at the surface and they would glide under, with their large tail flukes coming up into the air then slowly slipping under the surface. There was an elegance and majesty to their movements. I hadn't considered it previously, but their large bodies must move slowly most of the time. This slow, silent movement belies the great power these creatures have. Our grand finale was when one of the whales breached, coming nearly completely out of the water.
By now the fog had cleared and we headed home. We noticed a pilot boat heading out and an hour or so later were overtaken by a freighter heading into San Francisco Bay on its way to the Oakland harbor. These ships are pretty amazing. Despite their size, they move at great speed across the ocean.
This was also the day the Maltese Falcon came into San Francisco Bay. It is the largest private sailing yacht in the world, but is fully automated and can be sailed (or so rumor has it) by just one person. That's pretty amazing. Although we didn't see its arrival, we did see it across the bay when we returned. We also saw a large number of kite-boarders and windsurfers out enjoying the brisk afternoon winds.
All good things must come to an end, but in true BASK fashion, it wouldn't be an outing without dinner. We split into smaller groups and headed on to various places. Before heading home, our group stopped for pizza at a nice place close to the marina.
Sadly, although I used the larger of my two digital cameras, it wasn't up to the task of getting good pictures at a distance, but I got a few. For some better pictures, see these pictures taken by Lisa with her monster lens and digital SLR. (Yes, that's camera envy you're hearing. Check the picture and you'll see why.) Although none of the still-photographers caught the breaching whale, one person caught the breach on video, as well as another whale applauding with a little flipper smacking. Check out the video, complete with oohs and aahs from the human crowd.


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Picking up where I left off last week. My dad had come home from Iwo Jima and my parents were living on the beach in Carlsbad, CA. I don't know why they moved and where my grandma went through this next time period, but my mom drove me by these little tiny houses in Carlsbad years later, and they had lived in one of them. She said she could reach a shelf in the kitchen from the bed.
My father was then hired as an X-Ray Technician at San Bernardino Community Hospital. This resulted in our family settling down in the Inland Empire now know as the "IE". I do know that my grandma lived across the street, Wall Street, from my family in San Bernardino. The hospital where my dad worked was a small 50 bed hospital. They had aspirations of building a much larger, 350 bed hospital. In 1954, Sammy Davis, Jr. had a car accident that injured his eye which he lost. He lived for years after with a glass eye. He was brought to my dad's place of work for treatment. My dad had said that the hallways were lined with all the flowers that had been sent for Sammy. Since the hospital was so small he got to know my dad and others who worked there. When he found out that they wanted to build a new hospital, he offered to organize a benefit concert to raise funds. A few years later, he did just that. The concert featured Sammy, Judy Garland, Diahann Carroll and many other fabulous performers. In an odd twist, this resulted in my coming into this world. I'll continue with that next week.
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Signing up for a race is easy. Even for your first ultra trail race. Enter your data and click the submit button. Done! But what does it actually take to rock up at the start line and be prepared for what is to come? How do you train for your first ultra-marathon race? A question, which popped up in my mind just after clicking the submit button as well. So, here's my individual approach (based on my experience and fitness level) as well as some nerdy stats looking back at the previous 13 weeks.
I ran six road marathons already, but road running is completely different to trail running. And it's not a marathon. It's a freaking ultra-marathon. A marathon plus (in my case) another 23km! And not on the plain and flat road, but on technical single tracks including quite a bit of up and down (read 3100m D+).
I knew, that the speed I have from road running won't help me a lot. The main thing I was lacking is the time on my legs. A road marathon is over quite quickly. My longest one took me just outside 3 hours at the New York City Marathon 2013 – no bragging, I solely want to put it into perspective! So my approach was to spend as much time as possible on my legs. In the best case on trails including ascents and descents. Getting familiar with the various surfaces. Obviously always taking into consideration that I don't overtrain and increase the mileage and time too quickly.
Overexpanding the lateral band in my ankle joint in mid-September, eight weeks before the big race, was certainly not helpful. It wasn't hurtful, but it was swollen, so I had to rest for a few days and avoid technical trails for quite some time afterwards. Being in flat Northern Germany and Berlin helped in this regard. However, I managed to collect some proper mileage on the road before flying to Cape Town at the end of October. Only then, I started with the "specific" trail preparation. In my case, "specific" meant to spend as much time on the trails as my body allowed. I played it out day by day, however, my body was responding. A few double run days here and there, but nothing hectic. After all, it's going to be my first ultra race and I'm not going to compete. Hence, speed workouts, hill repeats etc. were not on the menu.
My confidence grew with every run. With every minute spent on the trails. Though I have to admit, the fatigue does as well. But there's light at the end of the tunnel. It's called "tapering". Every runner has a love-hate relationship with this term and period. You know, that it's very valuable and important, but it feels so wrong at the same time.
Anyway, my stats over the past weeks don't look too shabby, I believe. Probably also one reason, why I'm confident to finish strong on December 1st. It's difficult to name a certain date as the start of my preparation, but let's take August 27th, my first day in Chamonix experiencing the UTMB races first hand. It was also towards the end of my 30/30/30 challenge which had the goal to get back into a proper running routine.
Since then, it's been 12 weeks until I started tapering, two weeks prior to race day. The total mileage in those 12 weeks was 945.6 km and I climbed the Mt. Everest more than 4 times with 36'994m D+ in total.
The mileage peaked in week 11, three weeks before race day, with 125.9km. My biggest week ever! That week also included my longest run ever: 43.5km through the rocky Cederberg at temperatures above 30°C. Fortunately, we crossed a lot of cold streams to refill the flasks and cool down.
As you can see, it's quite a bit of up and down with regards to the weekly mileage. In calendar week 38 (my training week 4), the injury happened while attempting a personal Red Bull Ridges FKT at the Hoher Kasten ridge in Switzerland. Hence, the following week was also very small in terms of mileage. Nevertheless, I averaged overall 78.8km per week!
Looking at October and November segregated from the rest, I believe, I couldn't – and shouldn't – have done more. I did whatever was in my capability. And that's why I'm very content with the first ultra-marathon preparation, even though I know, that it counts on race day and not now. So let's see how it turns out.
Nothing beats a proper training routine with regular runs.
Don't worry too much about the mileage in general, but try to spend quite some time on your legs, preferably running. Don't aim for massive long runs or even running the race distance before the actual race.
Rather focus on so-called back-to-back runs, which means two longer runs on two consecutive days. For example in my case a 21km run on a Saturday and a 25km run on Sunday. That's less strenuous for your body.
You can train as much as you want but always listen to your body. If it tells you to rest or take it easy, do so. You can harm more than you can earn from that one training run.
Find like-minded people, or even runners training for the same races, instead of running on your own. Time flies by much quicker while chatting to other people.
Most importantly, embrace every training. You run and train easier with a smile and positive thoughts.
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The Tritons beat the MacTeam team 89-78 on Saturday, avenging an Oct. 13 loss to MacTech, which had beat the Tritons 105-91.
The University of Guam men's basketball team, which is competing against three other teams in the Bomber Basketball League, closed out the regular season by notching its first victory, according to the university.
The Tritons beat the MacTech team 89-78 on Saturday, avenging an Oct. 13 loss to MacTech, which had beat the Tritons 105-91.
The Tritons head into the playoffs with a record of 1-5 after round-robin regular season play.
The double elimination championship tournament begins Saturday, at the Andersen Air Force Base Coral Reef Fitness and Sport Center. It will continue each Saturday, through at least Dec. 1, with a final game Dec. 8, if necessary. Games are scheduled for 3:30 p.m.
The Tritons face the Andersen Bombers in the first round Saturday, and MacTech faces the Bulldogs in the other game.


The Equal Rights Amendment is the first measure to earn the backing of the Senate Women's Caucus, members of the bipartisan group announced today during a press conference in Springfield.
"The intention of the Illinois Senate Women's Caucus is to advance legislation that supports, empowers and protects women of all aspects of life, and that's exactly what we are doing today," said State Senator Karen McConnaughay, a St. Charles Republican and co-chairwoman of the caucus.
The 17 female senators currently serving in the Illinois Senate comprise the bipartisan caucus. For any legislation to gain the support of the caucus, 50 percent of Republican members and 50 percent of Democratic members must support the proposal. The caucus formed a legislative committee to review and vet policy proposals.
State Senator Heather Steans (D-Chicago) is the chief Senate sponsor of the ERA.


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Charles Petit
Correspondence chess 1548 B1947
Last move : 1-0 2008 September 18 10:2:6
[Event "FICGS__CHESS__CLASS_B__000049"]
[Site "FICGS"]
[Date "2008.06.17"]
[Round "1"]
[White "Maceda,Coco"]
[Black "Petit,Charles"]
[Result "1-0"]
[WhiteElo "1800"]
[BlackElo "1800"]
1.d4 d5 2.Nf3 Nf6 3.c4 c6 4.Nc3 a6 5.e3 Bf5 6.Bd3 Bxd3 7.Qxd3 e6 8.O-O Be7 9.e4 O-O 10.Re1 dxc4 11.Qxc4 1-0
This is the last move in a Chess game played by C. Petit at FICGS.
The 20 games most recently played are :
21703 21708 21717 21715 21712 22371 22381 22382 22365 22358 22376 22384 22383 21719 22767 22762 22771 22777 22774 22778
Running : 0 Won : 3 Lost : 11 Draw : 0
Elo average opponents : 1787
Results : 21 % With white : 28 % With black : 14 %
Go 0502 running : 0 won : 0 lost : 6
Charles Petit has currently 0 running correspondence chess game(s), won 3, lost 11 and drawn 0 other games against an average elo of 1787, does not play advanced chess (fast time controls), does not play big chess, played Go (weiqi, baduk), now 0 running, 0 won, 6 lost, and does not play poker, finally Charles finished a total of 20 games and is not playing any game right now.
Please register or login to see the complete list of tournaments played by Charles. Petit.
Last connection : 2008 July 15
Member # 3884 Birthdate : 1947 August 12
A few other games played recently by Charles Petit
Last move : 0-1 2008 September 13 21:42:44
[White "Petit,Charles"]
[Black "Salonen,Jukka"]
1.d4 d5 2.c4 e6 3.Nc3 Nf6 4.Nf3 c5 5.cxd5 Nxd5 6.e4 Nxc3 7.bxc3 cxd4 8.cxd4 Nc6 9.Bc4 Bb4+ 10.Bd2 Bxd2+ 11.Qxd2 O-O 12.O-O b6 13.Rad1 Ne7 14.Rfe1 Bb7 15.d5 exd5 16.exd5 Ng6 0-1
Last move : 1-0 2008 September 13 9:42:13
[White "Yates,Normajean"]
1.e4 e6 2.d4 d5 3.Nc3 Bb4 4.e5 c5 5.a3 Bxc3+ 6.bxc3 Ne7 7.Qg4 Qc7 8.Qxg7 Rg8 9.Qxh7 cxd4 10.Ne2 Nbc6 11.f4 Bd7 12.Qd3 dxc3 13.Nxc3 Na5 14.Nb5 1-0
[Black "Gavin,Frank"]
1.d4 Nf6 2.c4 e6 3.Nf3 Bb4 4.Bd2 c5 5.Bxb4 cxb4 6.e3 O-O 7.Bd3 d6 8.O-O Nc6 9.Nbd2 g6 10.Re1 e5 11.d5 Nb8 12.Qc2 Na6 13.Nb3 Qe7 14.Nfd2 Bd7 15.e4 Nh5 0-1
Last move : 1-0 2008 August 24 7:8:56
[White "Romaniuk,Dmytro"]
1.d4 d5 2.c4 c6 3.Nc3 Nf6 4.Nf3 a6 5.c5 Nbd7 6.h3 Qc7 7.Bg5 e5 8.dxe5 1-0
This chess game has been lost on time (started : 2008.06.17 14:30:4)
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Le isole di Litke (in russo Острова Литке, ostrova Litke) è un gruppo di isole russe che fa parte dell'arcipelago di Nordenskiöld ed è bagnato dal mare di Kara.

Amministrativamente appartengono al distretto del Tajmyr del Territorio di Krasnojarsk, nel Circondario federale della Siberia.

Geografia
Come il resto dell'arcipelago, le isole di Litke sono situate al largo delle coste centrali della penisola del Tajmyr, comprese tra la grande isola Russkij (meno di 150 m a nord-ovest), il gruppo delle Vostočnye (3,5 km a ovest), e quello delle Pachtusov (a sud). Lo stretto di Lenin (пролив Ленина, proliv Lenina) le separa da quest'ultimo gruppo. Fa parte della Riserva naturale del Grande Artico dal 1993.

Si tratta di 10 isole di varie dimensioni e di 2 piccole isole senza nome, che si estendono da ovest a est per circa 33 km nella parte sud-orientale del mare di Kara. Il punto più alto del gruppo è di 42 m s.l.m., sull'isola Torosnyj.Sono state così nominate nel 1901 in onore del geografo, navigatore ed esploratore russo Fëdor Petrovič Litke. Un'altra isola con lo stesso nome si trova nella terra di Francesco Giuseppe.

Le isole

 Isola di Ermolov (остров Ермолова, ostrov Ermolova), la più grande del gruppo, è situata 5 km a sud dell'isola Russkij. Ha una forma ovale irregolare, con una penisola di 3,5 km nella parte occidentale. Da capo Kamenistyj (мыс Каменистый) a ovest, fino a capo Povorotnyj (мыс Поворотный) a est, la lunghezza è di 13 km, mentre misura poco meno di 6 km di larghezza nella parte centrale. Nella parte settentrionale si apre la baia Zamančivaja (бухта Заманчивая, buchta Zamančivaja), che ha una forma circolare con un diametro di circa 1,5 km e uno stretto ingresso lungo 300 m.Tutta l'isola è composta da basse alture rocciose, le quali si innalzano fino a 40 m nella parte nord-orientale, fino a 25 m nella penisola ad ovest, e fino a 29–35 m nella parte centrale. Le coste sono prevalentemente pianeggianti, con l'unica eccezione della penisola rocciosa ad ovest. Sono presenti piccoli corsi d'acqua a carattere stagionale, alcuni dei quali sfociano nella baia Zamančivaja. Ci sono anche alcuni piccoli laghi, soprattutto al centro dell'isola. Il terreno è quasi tutto privo di ghiaccio ed è coperto da muschi, licheni e da erbe corte e resistenti.Nella zona con l'elevazione massima si trova un punto di triangolazione geodetica.A sud-ovest si trova un isolotto senza nome.L'isola è stata così nominata da Eduard von Toll, a capo della spedizione sulla scuna Zarja nel 1901, in onore dello statista e figura pubblica della Russia pre-rivoluzionaria Aleksej Sergeevič Ermolov, scienziato, agronomo e membro onorario dell'Accademia delle Scienze di San Pietroburgo. Lo stesso Toll lavorò per Ermolov prima di partire per la sua spedizione.
 Isola Torosnyj (остров Торосный, ostrov Torosnyj), la più occidentale del gruppo, nonché quella con l'elevazione massima (42 m). È un'isola rocciosa relativamente grande, 1,5 km a sud-ovest di Ermolov; misura circa 4,3 km di lunghezza e 2,4 km di larghezza.Il punto più occidentale si chiama capo Terrasnyj (мыс Террасный), quello meridionale capo Utes (мыс Утес) e quello orientale capo Pologij (мыс Пологий). Il nome deriva dal russo Торос (Toros), che significa "banchina", e che è anche il nome di una nave russa che negli anni trenta esplorò la zona.
 Isola di Šilejko (остров Шилейко, ostrov Šilejko), è la più settentrionale e dista meno di 150 m dalla grande isola Russkij. Si trova 2,6 km a nord di Torosnyj e 1,2 km a nord-ovest di Ermolov. Ha una forma allungata, con una striscia di sabbia lunga 1,6 km, la kosa Galečnaja (коса Галечная, kosa Galečnaja), all'estremità nord-orientale. Misura 4,6 km di lunghezza (esclusa la kosa) e 2,45 km di larghezza. Ci sono altre 2 lingue di sabbia una a est e l'altra a ovest. L'altezza massima è di 10 m. L'estremità meridionale si chiama capo Tupoj (мыс Тупой), quello orientale capo Lagunnyj (мыс Лагунный). Quest'ultimo deve il nome alla laguna che si trova nei suoi pressi. Sono presenti 2 ruscelli stagionali che sfociano a nord e sud, e un piccolo lago nel nord. Prende il nome dall'idrografo e astronomo russo Evgenij Ivanovič Šilejko.
 Isola di Sofia (остров Софии, ostrov Sofii), è un'isola stretta e allungata, 2 km a sud di Torosnyj. Misura circa 1,5 km di lunghezza. L'altezza massima è di 11 m.
 Isola di Sikora (остров Сикора, ostrov Sikora), è una piccola isoletta qualche centinaio di metri a sud dell'isola di Sofia.
 Isola di Pedašenko (остров Педашенко, ostrov Pedašenko), 5,9 km a sud-est di Ermolov, è un'isola stretta e allungata che si sviluppa da sud-ovest a nord-est; misura 2,6 km di lunghezza e 600 m di larghezza massima a sud-ovest. Il punto più alto è di 20 m. Prende il nome dallo zoologo russo Dmitrij Dmitrievič Pedašenko.
 Isola di Unkovskij (остров Унковского, ostrov Unkovskogo), un piccolo isolotto a sud-est di Ermolov e a sud-ovest di Pedašenko; è la più meridionale dell'intero gruppo se si esclude un altro isolotto senza nome poco a sud. Prende il nome dall'ammiraglio e navigatore russo Ivan Semënovič Unkovskij.
 Isole Tri Brata (острова Три Брата, ostrova Tri Brata), sono le tre isole più orientali del gruppo, 4,2 km a est di Pedašenko. Sono disposte in una sorta di triangolo, con l'isola più piccola come vertice settentrionale e le altre due a fare da base. La maggiore è quella sud-orientale; misura 2,9 km di lunghezza e 1,4 km di larghezza, e ha un'elevazione massima di 31 m.L'isola sud-occidentale è di forma irregolare con lunghezza e larghezza massima pressoché uguali (1,8 km); l'altezza raggiunge i 33 m. Qui sono presenti un piccolo corso d'acqua e un laghetto.La minore è lunga 600 m e larga poco più di 300 m, e si trova 2 km a nord delle altre due; l'elevazione massima è di soli 9 m.Il nome significa "isole dei Tre Fratelli".

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Voci correlate
Isole russe dell'Artico
Isole dell'arcipelago di Nordenskiöld

Collegamenti esterni
Mappe nautiche russe T-46-XXVIII,XXIX,XXX e T-47-XXV,XXVI,XXVII - Rilevate entrambe nel 1988. Pubblicate rispettivamente nel 1993 e nel 1992.

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The Gendered Atom
Reflections on the Sexual Psychology of Science
Theodore Roszak
Book (Hardcover)
With daring originality, The Gendered Atom explores the uncharted depths of the scientific soul. There, beneath the scientist's rational, purportedly objective surface, Theodore Roszak finds a maelstrom of repressed sexual prejudices and gender stereotypes. Beyond analyzing where we have gone wrong, The Gendered Atom looks forward to a gender-free science that respects our community with nature and promises a healthier, more fulfilling form of knowledge.
Ted Roszak is Professor of History at California State University, Hayward. He is the author of several bestselling books, including The Making of a Counterculture, The Voice of the Earth, and a prize-winning novel, The Memoirs of Elizabeth Frankenstein. A Guggenheim Fellowship recipient, he has twice been nominated for the National Book Award and twice earned Goldman Environmental Foundation Grants. He lives in Berkeley, California.
Foreword by Jane Goodall
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Dr Tehmina Goskar FMA
Director & Curator
Tehmina is a curator with nearly 20 years' experience in the cultural, arts, academic and private sectors. She is a Fellow of the Museums Association and a member of its Ethics Committee, Accredited Member of the Association of Facilitators and Research Associate at Swansea University. She has just completed a leadership fellowship supported by Arts Council England called Change Makers.
Tehmina is a material culture and collections specialist with extensive knowledge of exhibition and event curation in a variety of settings from national museums to pop-up shops. Tehmina has developed the philosophy and methods of the Curatorial Research Centre and is currently preparing a new book on curating. She is the Programme Leader and creator of Citizen Curators, a work based curatorial training programme for volunteers, currently taking place in museums across Cornwall, in collaboration with Cornwall Museums Partnership supported by the Esmée Fairbairn Collections Fund. She is also the co-founder and co-organiser of Twitter's ever-popular #MuseumHour. She is also the volunteer Heritage Lead for the women's knowledge charity, the Hypatia Trust.
In her spare time she plays the fiddle for Cornish and other folk bands.
Tom Goskar FSA
Archaeologist & Audiovisual Specialist
Tom Goskar is an archaeologist and a Fellow of the Society of Antiquaries of London. Working as a professional archaeologist since 2001, he has specialised in the adoption and development of technology and its application to heritage. His skills include research, visualisation and reconstruction, 3D laser scanning, photogrammetry, surface analysis, archive digitisation, and web technologies.
Tom has led a number of interesting discoveries, from prehistoric rock art at Stonehenge and Bodmin Moor, to stone representations of early medieval saints. His recent projects reflect his passion for making information about the past more accessible, creating 'virtual dive trails' of protected shipwreck sites with the Cornwall and Isles of Scilly Maritime Archaeology Society (CISMAS) commissioned by Historic England. From September 2018 to April 2019, Tom was funded by a Developing Your Creative Practice grant from Arts Council England to research and develop techniques for 3D capture of smaller museum objects.
He is a member of the Council for British Archaeology and the Museums Association. In his spare time he plays mandolin and researches Cornish customs and traditions.
Paul Betowski
Designer & Programmer
After graduating from Falmouth University in Graphic Design, Paul founded his own boutique design agency called Design by Paul. He has worked on local and international commissions for branding, packaging, book design, web design, animation, film, GUI/UX, 3D/2D rendering and typeface/font design. Paul is a multi-award winning designer, including a YCN student award in 2009/10 whose submission was chosen and developed by prestigious fine paper producers Fedrigoni. Paul is branching out into programming in c++ and objective-c. He is now developing music focused audio applications for iOS. In 2018 he worked with Tehmina to reconceptualise, design and fabricate the new look Cornwall Museums Strategy as a striking set of method/idea cards. Paul designed the CRC logo and brand guidelines.
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From Exes to Expecting – Chapter One
Sneaking out the back door is self-preservation, not bad form, right? Biting her lip, Dr. Lauren Dawson glanced at the clock on the wall of the Sutter Creek Medical Clinic's staff lounge. Five-oh-one. Yup, skedaddle time. After working a series of six-day weeks, her body ached for the cushy lounge chair on her lakeside deck. Getting to start her long weekend while the late-May sun still had heat left in it was worth the faux pas of creeping out without saying goodbye. She threw her leather flats into her messenger bag and slid on her flip-flops.
The door to the lounge creaked behind her. Her stomach sank and she stared into her locker, not wanting to turn around. If it was one of the nurses coming to nab her to treat another patient, she'd—
"Lauren. Glad I caught you before you left. Do you have a minute?"
Damn it. The longer she lingered, the higher the chance of getting asked to cover drop-ins for an extra hour or two. But no way could she slough off a conversation with the man who held the future of her career in his hand.
Squeezing her eyes shut for a second, she forced a smile and faced her boss.
"Hi, Frank."
The fluorescent lights of the staff lounge yellowed Frank Martin's gunmetal-gray hair as he took a seat on one of the couches arranged into a conversation pit. "Quitting time?"
Lauren nodded and pulled off her lab coat. "Yeah. Andrew's still very understaffed at work, so I'm picking up some slack for him this weekend. He's got his bachelor party, so he's asked me to cover some zip-line tours, and I'm helping his fiancée with some wedding stuff." As the Director of Safety and Risk Management and the head of summer operations for their family's Montana ski resort, her older brother did more than his fair share of boosting their bottom line. Lauren pitched in where she could despite the clinic's tendency to consume her waking hours. Once her summer holidays started in six weeks, she'd be subbing for her brother, letting him get away on his honeymoon. "Pretty sure I won't get a moment to myself for most of the weekend. Though I'm hoping for a few hours to myself tonight. My dock is calling me."
His mouth curved in understanding. "Well, I won't keep you. But I wanted to make sure you got the partnership papers from your lawyer."
Those cursed papers sat on her kitchen table, mocking her every morning as she ate her oatmeal and berries. Mocking her commitment to follow in her mother's footsteps. Dampness bloomed on her palms. She'd wanted to have a practice in her tiny hometown since she was fourteen. Getting to buy in to the clinic her mother had founded was nothing less than her childhood dream. So why am I having so much trouble putting my signature on the contract?
She mentally flicked away the doubt and nodded at her boss. "Yeah, but I've run into a glitch getting the funds released from my grandparents' trust. My lawyer's busy arguing with their lawyers." She gripped the strap of her bag and took a centering breath. Ugh, what she'd do to have her vacation starting today. Both the wedding and working for Wild Life Adventures would be a welcome change of scenery. She would get outside for a few weeks and come back to the clinic refreshed and ready to make her plan a reality.
"Did your lawyer indicate how long it would take to fix the problem?" Concern edged Frank's words.
"She wasn't specific, no. I'm sure it'll be dealt with by the time I'm back from my holidays in July."
"That's two months from now."
Swallowing her nerves, she nodded. "It's not affecting the work I can do, though. So I'm hoping the delay isn't a deal breaker."
"No. Nothing you can do about banking complications." He drummed his fingers on the arm of the couch. "I've been waiting for this for a long time, Lauren. Having a Dawson as a partner again is going to fill a void. You'll be a great permanent addition to the clinic." Permanent.
Normally a calming concept, but Lauren's heart started to thud as if she were sprinting. She inhaled. Her mother had been proud of her calling. And Lauren was nothing if not a mirror of her mother.
She'd almost given up on their dream once. Never again. She could do this. Was meant for it.
Her heartbeat slowed, but the burn in her stomach refused to subside.
One of the nurses poked her head into the lounge. "Dr. Dawson? Can you take one more patient before you leave? Sutures. Exam room two."
Son of a—Keeping her curse from spilling out, Lauren nodded to the nurse. She returned her satchel to her locker and shrugged back into her lab coat.
"Count me there."
Frank touched his brow in a playful salute. "We'll talk later, Lauren. See you Tuesday."
"Have a good Memorial Day." Lauren changed back into her flats, straightened her khaki capris and rushed out of the lounge to her patient. Stupid long weekends and the abrasions and lacerations that came along with them. She picked the clipboard out of the Lucite holder and glanced at the patient file.
Her already complaining gut lurched and the font blurred on the page.
No. N-fricking-O.
Feet frozen two feet from the door, out of view from the patient inside, she stared through the door frame. Only the patient's legs were visible, goldentan skin over defined calf muscles. Muddy biking footprints marked up the white linoleum. A two-inch-thick black tattoo ringed one ankle. At first glance, it looked like a series of interwoven spirals, but she knew closer study would reveal the second and third stanzas of Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night. Even marred by a fresh, index-card-size scrape, she'd recognize Tavish Fitzgerald's legs anywhere. Difficult not to, given the nights she'd spent sliding her toes along those hard calves while he'd driven her out of her mind with ecstasy.
She leaned against the hallway wall and swallowed. He must be in town for her brother's bachelor party. So much for him not coming home until a day or two before the wedding. The wedding where Lauren would have to once again stare at Tavish across the aisle. But as the maid of honor this time.
Not the bride.
Lauren's brother was marrying Tavish's sister on the Fourth of July weekend, and Lauren was thrilled to be getting a sister-in-law. She just didn't want to have to see her ex-husband in the process.
Telling herself to get a Godzilla-size grip, she stuck the clipboard between her knees and took the time to redo her ponytail. After a quick wipe under her eyes to check for afternoon mascara remnants, she clutched her clipboard between both hands, threw back her shoulders and marched through the doorway.
A millisecond after she met Tavish's gaze, her bravado tumbled into a heap around her feet. He regarded her with a simmering look as he lounged in the patient's chair next to the examination table. His violet-blue irises pierced through her layers of preservation.
Eyes that color were wasted on a man. Ditto his thick, dark eyelashes and the sun-streaked, tawny hair he never bothered to keep tidy. A navy bandanna, rolled to a hand-width and tied around his forehead, kept the windblown strands from falling in his face. He wore a technical shirt and baggy cargo shorts over black Lycra bike shorts. It was enough to make a woman's heart stop.
But no, Lauren's pulse went into overdrive, thumping loud enough she'd have worried he could hear it except she knew was it impossible. Shrinking under his silent observation, she forced herself to snap into medical mode.
"You did a number on your leg," she said.
Shrugging, he shot her a half smile. "An unruly pine."
Judging by the scrape on his left cheek, the rip in the short sleeve of his shirt and the bandage on his arm, the tree reigned victorious. His chart noted that he needed stitches for a laceration already dressed by one of the mountain first-aid attendants, but her hands were shaking so badly she didn't trust herself to pick up a needle quite yet, no matter how quickly she wanted him out the door.
"Tree, one, you, zero?" She forced out the joke.
"Yeah. Blew a tire. Landed in a snowberry bush, thankfully. Could have been worse. But where are our manners? Afternoon, Dr. Dawson." He bit out her last name.
She flinched at the emphasis. Considering she'd once shared his last name and his bed, the use of her professional title seemed overkill. "Seems silly to bother with the formalities with me."
"You're working. I respect that."
"I don't think it matters where we are. I'll always be just Lauren to you." Her voice came out way softer than she'd intended. Fighting the need to get closer to his hard, muscled body, to offer to kiss him better, she broke her gaze from his and methodically counted the eleven parts of the ear illustrated on the poster over his shoulder.
"You're never just anything, Lauren."
The rough sincerity in his voice chafed at her still-raw heart. She froze, not able to look at his face, to see whatever emotion accompanied the sweet words. She grabbed a pair of latex gloves from one of the cabinets and pointed at the examination table. "Up on the bed."
By the quirk of his mouth, the potential double entendre wasn't lost on him. Mercifully, he left it alone and lay down as asked, stretching out his lean frame and propping his head with his good hand.
Pulling her stool alongside him, she positioned his injured forearm for the best access. With tentative fingers, she peeled back the rectangle of gauze and recognized her brother's handiwork in the immaculate row of butterfly strips holding together the finger-length gash. The sterile material of her gloves did nothing to block the effect of touching Tavish. The moment her fingertips brushed his arm, the heat there threatened to melt the glove to her hand.
Ignoring her pathetic physical response, she continued undoing the bandaging. "Your sister's going to smack you for getting scraped up so close to her big day. You should've held off on bodily harm until after the wedding."
Lifting his other hand across his face to touch his abraded cheek, he tilted his lips in a sheepish smile. "I wanted to try a few of the new expert trails in the biking complex. Drew took me."
"You took my brother on the double blacks? You're as bad an influence on him as you were on me." Her chest panged with immediate regret. Way to bring up how he'd made her want to veer so sharply from her life plan. To cover up her folly, she blurted, "At least he wasn't idiotic enough to tackle a tree."
Something crackled behind Tavish's eyes. Probably not the medical tape tugging on the golden hairs of his arm, either.
"You really want to get into this, Laur?" His voice held threads of warning twined with wariness.
No, but probably best to hash things out before the wedding. "We're due."
"I'd rather wait until you aren't in arm's reach of a needle." He glanced at the syringe on the rolling tray, gritting his teeth as she fussed with his laceration.
"Fine with me." She took a breath and shoved the curious blend of shame, wanting and need for escape to the back of her mind. Only in rare situations would she choose suturing over a conversation. Wouldn't be the first time Tavish had her doing something that went against instinct, though. "You're going to need quite a few stitches to make sure this heals properly. The edges are snagged pretty badly."
"Bled like a scalp wound, but doesn't really hurt."
She rolled her eyes and readied the syringe. "You're such a guy." "You used to like that about me," he said under his breath.
"Used to." She draped the wound and closed her eyes for a second, just long enough to push away the nausea that rippled whenever she had to pierce someone's skin. Frustration flared over the surging acid. She'd learned to control her gag reflex back in the first month of medical school. But the minute her lawyer had given her the partnership papers to sign, it had come back with a vengeance.
Clenching her hands into fists, she breathed until her ears stopped buzzing and she was no longer on the verge of losing the BLT she'd had for lunch.
Then she grabbed the needle.
Tavish sucked in a breath and looked away as Lauren worked to numb the area. His brief display of nerves made her hand itch to put down the needle and caress his cheek. She ignored the ridiculous impulse and finished her task.
"Let that set. I'll be back in five."
"Not going to stick around and chat?"
"I have things to do."
His lips twitched with saddened amusement. "Don't let me get in your way."
Half standing, she settled back onto her stool, meeting the challenge in his voice. "You're not in my way."
"That's not the honest Lauren Dawson I know."
She stared at him, trying to make her expression as unreadable as possible. "Fine. It's weird having you in town. And if you're insisting on small talk, where've you been since you were last home? When was that, March?" Not like she'd counted the fifty-seven days. Not purposefully, anyway.
Tavish's expression flattened into impatience. "Here and there. New
Orleans for a few weeks. Italy. Brazil."
"You're definitely living your dream." If only he'd been that committed to her. To them.
"Isn't that the point?"
"Obviously. I'm doing the same."
"Sure about that?"
"Even more than when I signed our divorce papers." Though she'd had as much trouble scrawling her signature on that as with the documents for the clinic partnership. "I saw your Peru spread in Traveler last week."
"Make you want to go there?"
She shook her head. "Not hardly."
"Right." A visible flicker of defeat made his mouth twitch. "It wouldn't."
"I'm happy here, Tavish." Damn it. He'd made her defend her choices one too many times.
"Yeah, now you are. A year ago you were ready to come see the Great
Barrier Reef with me."
The truth of that smacked her in the face. Tears welled at the reminder of how her grandparents' accident had turned her family upside down, had forced her to admit how her marriage would never work. Blinking away the moisture, she probed the edges of his wound. "This hurt?" Not meeting her eyes, he shook his head.
She flushed the gash, biting her lip as saline-thinned blood trickled under the drape. Hold it together, Lauren.
"I traveled enough as a kid. I'm good for life." Why couldn't he understand that being rooted in Sutter Creek didn't stifle her as it did him? Besides, she had explored the globe in the past six months—via gorgeous, full-color magazine spreads. Vicarious living courtesy of Tavish himself.
She'd bought every issue featuring his work.
The wearied lines in his forehead told her he hadn't changed his opinion about her choices, but he didn't bother arguing further.
"Breathe," she soothed, not liking the strain marking his stubbled jaw. "This won't take long." Thankful for something to focus on aside from the reasons her marriage had failed, she began to suture his wound.
"Getting stitched feels so weird. You probably live for this, though."
Ha, right. She'd be happy if she never saw blood again. A necessary evil, though, in getting where she wanted to be career-wise. "Don't look if it makes you sick."
"I can't not."
"Ah. You're one of those. Common enough."
"Glutton for gore, I guess."
"Checking off all the guy-stereotype boxes today."
Conversation died as she continued her stitches, a neat row of fifteen. Once finished, she dressed the wound and examined his scrapes. "I'm surprised my brother didn't cover up your other abrasions. He's the most anal medic on the mountain."
"I told him not to. I've had road rash so many times, it's second nature."
"It's your face."
He sent her a wry smile. "Worried I'll wreck my good looks?" More like worried his good looks would wreck her sanity.
She shook her head. "We need to give each other space."
"I'll do my best to stay out of your hair until I leave town. I'm taking off on Sunday—I have jobs lined up until the wedding."
She'd have to learn to pretend ambivalence in his presence by then. She wouldn't let their ruined marriage impact Mackenzie and Andrew's ceremony. "How long are you going to be in town that weekend?"
"Five days." The blank look on Tavish's face gave away nothing. "But, look, Sutter Creek's not that small, right? We won't be in each other's pockets."
Ugh. Sutter Creek was exactly that small. But she appreciated his optimism. "You haven't spent that much time at home since college."
"I know. But I have to, for Mackenzie's sake. You're okay with it, right?"
"It's been a year." Last May, embarrassed by her failure, she'd hidden her short marriage and speedy divorce from her family. The soul-sucking lie of omission ate at her daily. She never wanted to lie to a person she cared about again. And as much as she didn't want to, she more than cared about Tavish.
He stared at her, eyes stark with honesty. His cheek flinched. "This still gets to me."
So not admitting I agree with that one. Lauren brushed a thumb across his jaw, under the abraded skin. She wished she could chalk up the pang of concern to her Hippocratic Oath. But she knew better. "You winced. I'll get you a cold pack for your face."
Giving a one-shoulder shrug, he tossed her a smile. A delicious smile. One he'd used mercilessly when he'd spent hours with his mouth on her breasts.
On her stomach. Everywhere. "Don't worry about me, sweetheart." The careless endearment hung in the air long after he left the room.
She propped her elbows on the table and took the weight of her head in her hands. She could feel the imprint of his words on her skin.
Don't worry about me…
That was the problem with Tavish Fitzgerald. She did worry about him— not for his sake, but for hers.
…sweetheart.
Knowing he'd be in Sutter Creek for the next couple of days, her muscles twitched with a sudden, and long-absent, urge to run away from home.
The last thing Tavish felt like doing after locking horns with the living reminder of his divorce was to go to a bachelor party to celebrate someone else's impending bliss. And offering to pick up the happy groom from the Sutter Mountain base lodge did nothing to help clear his mind of the woman he'd never been able to love like she deserved. The minute he set foot into the rubber-floored hallway next to the ski school, he was thrown back to the summer he'd graduated high school. How many times had he sneaked kisses with Lauren in the staff lounge? He'd worked for Sutter Mountain Resort in his junior and senior years, teaching skiing in the winter and rock climbing in the summer. The work had been awesome. So had finding excuses to flirt with Lauren up at reception.
And if he was going to have even half a chance of enjoying Drew's bachelor party tonight, he needed to get his mind off his high school girlfriend. His wife.
Ex-wife.
Trudging down the hall, he jammed his hands into the pockets of his jeans. The movement tugged on his bandaged forearm, making him wince. Making him think of Lauren again, of her struggle to stay unresponsive while she'd sutured his cut. Her cheeks had gone all pink and… Stop it. She'd been holding back distaste, not desire. He shoved open the door to the ski resort's safety department headquarters. "Greetings."
"Hey." Drew, alone in the room, sat at his desk with his fingers in his dark brown hair. "Get stitched up?"
"Yeah." He rolled his shoulder, hissing at the soreness caused by his dismount into the shrubbery. "Your sister did her level best to chastise me— us—for our stupidity."
"Not surprising. Have a seat."
"Uh, where?" Tavish blinked in surprise at the disastrous state of the office. Outdoor equipment and first-aid supplies covered every surface in the place. During the winter, the office served as the headquarters for Sutter Mountain Resort's safety department. In the summer, it was the nerve center for Wild Life Adventures—or WiLA, as the staff nicknamed it—which offered everything from zip-line tours to rafting adventures. Drew and Mackenzie were damn proud of Sutter Mountain's success. Even though it was one of the smaller resort towns in Montana, they'd been operating at capacity for the last five years. And his friend would be run over by the paraphernalia involved in all that success if he didn't find a minion to organize his crap quick. "Tough to find office lackeys these days?"
"With both Zach and Mackenzie out of the rotation I had to promote my lackeys," Drew grumbled.
"Raw deal. Still, no way should you still be working at seven on a Friday. We should get going. There's a line of shots on the bar at the Loose Moose with your name on it."
"I need another ten minutes."
"All right. It's your party. Guess we'll be fashionably late." Tavish eased his way past a stack of paddles leaning against a shelf and threw himself into the chair behind the other desk. He linked his hands behind his head and leaned back in the cushy leather seat, propping his booted feet on the corner of the desk. The seat springs complained with a metallic squawk.
The complaint from Drew was a hell of a lot more colorful. He yanked off his reading glasses and tossed them onto a stack of invoices. His eyes lit a livid blue. Put Lauren and her brother side by side and he'd barely be able to recognize them as siblings. Lauren, with her blond hair and hazel eyes, resembled their late mother. But temper-wise, the Dawson siblings shared a hair trigger.
"Quit it." Drew spat the words out.
"What, this?" He leaned back again, eliciting one more metal-on-metal grind from his chair for emphasis. He shot his friend a cocky grin. "Invest in some WD-40. Problem solved."
"Funny, lubricating the chairs hasn't been a priority." He waved a hand around the office. "We're so short-staffed I barely have time to sleep. I need to find a replacement for Zach or else I'm going to lose it."
"Shouldn't you have replaced him months ago?" Drew's assistant had been injured in a brutal ski accident during spring takedown and had been off since. Add in Tavish's sister being almost seven months pregnant, and Drew was short two of his most experienced guides.
"I thought I'd be able to cover for him. Once Mackenzie started showing, she pretty much took over as my assistant in Zach's stead. But he had a setback with his rehab. He won't be back to work until well after the wedding. And without him—or someone to work in his place—Mackenzie and I won't be able to go on our honeymoon." Drew pressed his fingers into his temples.
"Jeez. Getting married makes you overdramatic."
The other man glared before turning back to his computer. "You offering to step in?"
Tavish snorted.
"Then shut it. I'm just emailing a few buddies in Colorado who might be able to help me out. Then we can go."
Him, work in Sutter Creek? Ha. Right. Tavish was about as capable of that as his father had been. Even if he didn't have plans to hop on a plane to
Alaska on Monday—which he did—there would be no way he could cover for Zach once Andrew and Mackenzie were out of town. Being in Sutter Creek had always made him itchy to leave. Adding his divorce to the mix made that nagging itch intolerable.
But I have a few weeks off after the wedding. And Drew's in quite the bind.
Not wanting to look too closely at the strain lines on his friend's face, he stared at the ceiling and tapped his fingers against the arms of the chair. It would be super crappy if his sister couldn't go on her honeymoon. She'd been talking about the two-week retreat to a nearby spa resort for months. The baby was due to arrive at the end of the summer, meaning it would be a long while before Mackenzie and Drew could get away again.
Tavish couldn't imagine holing up in Sutter Creek with a kid and a wife. When he and Lauren had married last year, it had been because she'd decided to leave Sutter Creek behind, to split time between his assignments and her volunteering internationally. He just wasn't built to stay in one place for long.
Two weeks, though. That would be a heck of a present for Mackenzie.
Better than the set of wedding portraits he'd planned on taking for her. Ignoring his conscience as it chomped a hole in his stomach lining, Tavish picked up a pencil to doodle on a piece of scrap paper. "What kind of work?" "Supervising sites, occasional guiding. Assistant crap."
"Maybe I could help out." He'd have to avoid Lauren, but that wouldn't be hard. She was married to her job at the clinic.
"Uh…you're not the most reliable. No offense."
Tavish bristled. Knowing he was genetically incapable of sticking around Sutter Creek for any length of time was one thing. Having his best friend confirm it was another. "No, man, I think it would work. I'll leave Monday to hang out with the polar bears, then come back for your wedding, hit on the bridesmaids—"
"Hey! My sisters are the bridesmaids."
"Right. Sorry. Scratch that. Still, I'll pitch in here and be gone the minute you're back."
Drew didn't need to worry about his sisters' honor when it came to Tavish. Given Tavish's relationship with Lauren, he'd never seen Cadence, the baby of the family, as eligible. And Lauren? Well, tried and failed there.
Seeing her today had made his brain spin, a clicking whir not unlike the ancient slide projector of his grandmother's that he credited with getting him hooked on photography. Except instead of pictures of his mother being schlepped across the country in her family's old woody station wagon, the images that flashed across his brain starred Lauren's creamy skin against white hotel sheets and the lights of the Las Vegas Strip glinting off the gold band on her left hand. A gold band Drew knew nothing about. Tavish had promised to keep that secret, even though hiding something so monumental from his best friend made him feel like a pile of bear crap.
And when he'd promised secrecy to Lauren, he'd also made a promise to himself—that he'd stop thinking about his ring on that gorgeous hand that somehow knew just the right way to grip him.
More than that—she had a total grip on his heart.
Helping out Mackenzie and Drew ran the risk of having to fight those thoughts from surfacing daily. Hourly. But what kind of brother would he be if he didn't facilitate a final kid-free trip for his sister?
"I can't let Mackenzie give up her honeymoon. She's already had to compromise by rushing the wedding. Thanks to your not having paid attention during tenth-grade sex-ed," Tavish added lightly.
A crumpled-paper ball bounced off his head.
"Asshole. But you're serious about filling in, aren't you?" Drew asked.
He nodded, curving up one side of his mouth in his own disbelief. "It's been a while since I've been able to help Mackenzie."
"It's been a while since you've been willing to help her, you mean."
Ouch. The accusation reverberated in his chest. He rubbed at the resulting ache. "Guess I can't argue with that."
Drew blew out a breath. "Add on the few days you'd be here before the wedding and you'd have to be in town for over two weeks. You sure about that?"
Tavish picked up a hunk of shale that served as a paperweight and passed it back and forth between his hands. "Thanks for the math lesson, but I know what I'm offering."
"Do you still have your EMT cert?"
"Yeah. I'm not stupid enough to enter war zones without knowing what to do in an emergency," he said. "Warning—this offer will self-destruct in five seconds unless you accept it."
Drew tugged at the collar of his polo shirt. "Okay, then. I'll fill Lauren in on the plan tomorrow. She'll be relieved, to say the least."
Every cell in Tavish's body froze. "Huh?"
"Well, you'll be replacing Zach, but Lauren's replacing me. Looking forward to it, or so she says. So you'll be helping her out."
Clenching his fist around the rock, he resisted the impulse to hurl it through the glass pane of the hallway door. Working with Lauren would kill him. She'd consider his involvement the antithesis of help. And he couldn't back out of the commitment now. If he did, Drew would ask questions.
Lauren's inevitable freak-out when her brother informed her would also result in raised eyebrows. Better to avoid any possibility of suspicion. "She and I should start communicating about how I'm going to best support her while you're gone, so let me tell her."
Drew shrugged. "Whatever. I'm just happy that Mackenzie doesn't have to go on our honeymoon without me." His smile turned wicked. "Two weeks of being alone."
"Dude. Sister."
"Dude," his friend mocked. "You have to know what you're facilitating."
"I know you have to shut up about it."
Mackenzie better enjoy her holiday. Because by making the most important woman in his life happy, he'd be making the woman who should have owned that title miserable.
Arriving February 20, 2018 in print, and March 1, 2018 in digital. Pre-order on Harlequin, Amazon US, Amazon Canada, Amazon Australia, Amazon UK, Barnes and Noble, Chapters-Indigo, or the iBook Store.


Axis Of Oversteer: Hamilton On Pole For Mercedes After Just Three Races.
Hamilton On Pole For Mercedes After Just Three Races.
A number people must be scratching their heads today.
Michael Schumacher is probably drowning his sorrows beating up on kids with his kart after watching Lewis put Mercedes on pole in just his third race with the team.
Jenson Button must be wondering why Mclaren decided to follow Ferrari's lead with the new front suspension and maybe wishing he had not said some things about Hamilton's choice to leave the team.
very busy essentially rebuilding the car, starting with the fuel pump which is garbage once it runs dry. It's possible RBR will reconfigure Webber's car and take the penalty free opportunity to change the gearbox.
You get the sense there was something odd going on at Red Bull, Certainly Vettel giving up in Q3 is not a "Plan A" strategy but rather one to cover some issue. Even his last lap where he apparently lost his brakes and ended up possibly flat spotting a precious set of Pirelli primes was quite strange.
Speaking of tires, you have to wonder if Pirelli is finally realizing there's a problem. Granted, the Italian company was given a brief to produce tires that, in a sense, fail by design but this is getting silly.
The option tires and expected to last between 4 and 10 laps and resulted in all the teams staying in the garages to then just do one flying lap on them in qualifying, I'm not sure that's the kind of "show" anyone had in mind. On the other hand, Lewis, Fernando and Kimi at the front should make for an very interesting first couple of corners tomorrow.
Of note, Ricciardo's performance taking the Toro Rosso to P7 and keep your eye in the future on Bianchi who almost managed to get a Marussia into Q2 which would have been almost like getting on pole!
I'll say one thing, Lewis sure shut me up. I thought he was nuts for leaving McLaren, but he seems to be going swimmingly at Merc. Im sure Nicole is helping him keep his driving skills razor sharp.
Mercedes haven't had race pace as much as they've had qualifying pace.