– I was born in Cordoba, Argentina.
– I studied architecture at the National University of Cordoba–the third oldest in the Americas–and simultaneously at the Provincial School of Fine Arts, which was founded over 200 years ago.
– When I was 18 I unwittingly discovered this FAITH called Art, which to date is my only religion.
Berta, my friend and fellow rock 'n' roller, had enrolled at the Art School. That night we weren't playing with my music group. With a portfolio of sketches under my arm and no respect for protocol, I went to the school and the Director accepted me a s a regular student.
What I didn't know was that a skinny, long-haired girl, unknown to me then, who I turned to look at as she strolled down the streets of downtown Cordoba with a girl friend, would become my girlfriend, the mother of my children, and my life companion of the past 50 years. She was also a student at the Art School.
I doubt if I would have got to where I am now on my own: Stella "Kitty" has stood by me through good times and bad in our lives. When we share our aesthetic appreciations almost without saying a word, or when we argue about something.
– I was part of a movement of Argentinian students inspired by Spilimbergo, Alonso, Cuevas, Segui and other talented artists.
How old could Debora be? Thirteen? Fourteen? She had an ancient name, uncommon at the time. In the fifties the norm was to be called Elvira, Esther, Silvia, Martha. Could it be that this anachronism is just part of our imagination due to a silly, superficial way of looking at history?
The neighborhood was just a couple of miles from downtown San Francisco and was easy to get to on the electric tram. The tram, originally a shade of oriental pale yellow, with that tac-tac-tac one could hear from below and the faint shick-shick-shick of the slider on the roof, still played its tired tune. A kind of unavoidable urban melody that helped you count off the stops before reaching the corner of the square. The screech of the steel wheels on the tracks could be heard as it arrived, along with all the other noises of the old, rundown electric tram. It was line seven that reached the neighborhood.
San Francisco was already the sort of …capital (?) of the American avant garde. Not just because of the hippies with their marijuana and the advances made in gender equality, but also because of the young, enterprising immigrants looking for a new life.
So near and yet so far from the city center: the neighborhood was another world. Homes whose doors were open all day to any neighbor wanting to drop in for a chat. It never even remotely occurred to them that someone could come in and steal something. That's how conservative they were in the neighborhood. That old-world morality of giving your word as a guarantee, of looking your fellow man in the eye and trusting him, of helping friends out without a thought and of showing respect for laws, freedoms and one's word.
The young, out of impatience or laziness, never use complete words. Bike, skool, info, auto, WhatsApp, see u are the same everywhere, so she was "Didi" and her friend Tatiana was "Tati".
Debora used to cross the road to the neighbors' to keep up with Hollywood gossip. Mr. Romanoff always bought the TV Guide for his wife Coty at a magazine stand downtown, so Didi and Tati would keep abreast of every last detail of the celebrities they admired from time to time in the cinema stalls.
With the boys it was a different story. Off to the primary school early in the morning, a hasty lunch on returning home, then running off to the empty lot to play ball in the sun until sundown.
And the school homework? Who cares about homework… as long as you pass the grade.
The girls had been to the lot too at some time, and they had won. For a teenage male it was humiliating to be beaten by a team of girls! The ball game was for men!
They also thought smoking cigarettes was a way of gaining the respect and admiration of the neighborhood girls. If only the girls knew that the first cigarette the boys had smoked in hiding had made them throw up… Damned cigarette corporations, they got you smoking by appealing to your brain, eyes and ears: "and if you want to be a real man like Virginio Slims… liberate yourself. Filter-tipped to look after your health! Only if you want to keep up with the times, naturally". How many of them had been unable to celebrate Christmas?… That cough that leaves you breathless!
During those icy winters, Debora walked to school all bundled up, wearing a scarf so you could only see her eyes, those deep, transparent green eyes. Walking slowly, she watched the tram full of people going downtown to work. She looked at them enviously.
"When I grow up I'll take the tram too" she thought, as she kicked the frozen water at the edge of the path, breaking it up with her feet. What was she at the time, ten, twelve years old? The age of rebellion?
The news about Martita was all over the headlines. The police rapidly arrived on the scene after being tipped off by a desperate neighbor, and found her lifeless near the path in the tree-filled park where people went walking or running in the early morning. The horror felt by the mothers gave rise to an almost pathological fear.
Indeed, housewives were part of the life of the neighborhood too. Getting the family organized, cooking, keeping the house impeccable, sewing on the Singer, replacing fallen buttons, washing, ironing their children's starch white dustcovers. The fathers out and about on the streets, searching for the family's daily sustenance.
Debora's and Tati's homes had live-in maids. They had their own little room with a bathroom, away from the main house. After so many years of helping out with the housework, they had become the children's adoptive mothers.
That was the case with Olga. Didi was fond of her and respected her. But if she became too demanding… a pinch or two and that was that. When she left her absence was keenly felt. Then when she came to visit she was married… married and happy.
Tatiana was born in the neighborhood. She was the daughter of Russian immigrants. Romanoff, her father, had fled from the Soviet Union – like so many dissidents—to the land of liberty. A professional photographer, he made his money more from finding than from looking: from being in the right place at the right time. The lottery that some immigrants get to win, while the majority wait to hit the jackpot, keeping their hopes up from six in the morning to eight at night, Monday to Saturday.
Romanoff opened an office on the 13th floor. San Francisco was on the up and up at the end of the Second World War. The elevator was a prodigious invention, but it also led to the city's vertical overcrowding. In the luxury buildings on its main avenue, space was measured in square inches. In the neighborhood, houses were measured in acres. In those tall, anonymous concrete prisms, a neighbor was just the sound of a key opening a door, then the door banging shut. In the neighborhood though, the doors were always open to a friendly neighbor. It was in that office on the 13th floor that Romanoff earned his family's daily bread.
They knew he was an important man, although he was known to everyone in the neighborhood… "He has two cars! Even though one is second-hand… But he doesn't have to take the tram to work". To think Dadi dreamed of going home on the tram, irresponsibly alone. The news about Martita had struck deep in the hearts of the mothers in the neighborhood.
The secondary school was downtown. If Romanoff was not going home for lunch, the two girls would walk the twenty blocks along the street with a steep downward slope, with the natural energy that a pleasant morning brings. After a shower and breakfast, they'd exchange all the latest gossip as they walked down the street, and by one o'clock at the latest they'd be crossing the main entrance to the schoolyard. In winter they'd leave the secondary school at six, when the sun had already sunk below the horizon, and go up to the 13th floor.
While Romanoff finished tidying up his papers, they'd stand on the balcony and look down. In the evening shadows they could see the stream of red lights leaving and the yellow lights coming their way. The cars of the people coming home from work moved slower than pedestrians, and their lights made magic lines, winding like a school of fish. Like a sort of dry aquarium, without a leader. All heading in the same direction, disappearing mysteriously into the dark cavern of the night. That warm evening in the summer of '64 was the day they had been waiting for. Sometimes everything turns out just right; it's part of the unfathomable initial cosmic design.
As they reached the door of the building, the group of kids they were walking with from school scattered and Santiago, a friend from the neighborhood, got into the elevator with them. For him, a boy of very humble origins, what for the girls was the winter routine from Monday to Friday, returning from school in Mr. Romanoff's car would be a novelty.
Ever since they had been driven out of their country of origin, that night was when they celebrated the original independence anniversary of their country, then a Soviet enclave, and all the dissidents, with Romanoff at the head, would show the free world the ignominy of a history that had been falsified in the name of a proletarian dictatorship that had never become a reality.
Santiago gave him the offended look of someone who doesn't understand what they're being asked to do, since for years he and the other kids from the neighborhood had run behind the tram, jumping on as it started moving, and jumping off before the guard had a chance to tell them off. When you're twelve years old danger is not a concern, so Santiago was probably thinking: "…first time I'll be buying a ticket to ride the tram".
In shy Debora's hermetic world, the exact opposite was true. She did want to take the tram home –if the boys could, why shouldn't she? The parents had all talked about Martita's case around the family tables in the neighborhood, trying not to let their children see how grieved they were over it. In those days parents strove to keep their children happily cocooned in their innocent world. They'd have time enough to suffer when they became adults.
When they got on, the girls sat in an empty seat without a thought for the old people or the pregnant woman waiting in line behind them. Santiago pushed them against the window and managed to half sit on the edge of the seat. After all, it was the first time he was paying for a ticket to ride "sitting".
Didi sat next to the window, of course. She was going to ride home "alone" from school, with Tati in the middle, Santiago and Didi's heavy, book-filled satchels on her lap. Accustomed to riding in her father's new car, she wasn't exactly thrilled to be riding home on a tram full of people smelling of a long day's work, tightly squashed and with half a ton of weight on her knees.
The trip home left a strange impression on Debora. The same houses with their flower-filled gardens and fine old architecture, now seen in movement, went by in a monotonous, nondescript blur. As they reached the neighborhood very few seats were still taken, and over the tram's creaking noises she could hear the boy sitting in front of them say a couple of phrases that stuck with her.
Andrés, the boy whose parents were Armenian, was the neighborhood loner. Shy, studious, not one to go out and play ball with the others during nap time, he was telling don Miguel, his next-door neighbor, that he had been summoned, along with his father, to the Child Protection Services office.
They got off at the Plaza stop, and by now her interest in riding alone on the tram had disappeared. Didi was determined, and after riding hemmed in on the old tram, her girlish desire had become history. She was a teenager, and now she yearned to travel … by plane! In a window seat, of course.
I wonder if the rivers of red lights moving away and yellow ones approaching can be seen from a plane too, she asked herself. Are planes really how they look on television? With really comfortable seats that lean back and flight attendants who bring you great food? After the flight do all your friends start treating you like someone important? Or is there a chance you end up sitting next to somebody famous like those in the TV Guide?
Didi wasn't interested in boyfriends; as she told Tati: "I don't want to be enslaved by a guy who in the end is only interested in playing ball and going out with his friends, and before you know it he has a girl in every neighborhood".
Without knowing it, Debora was a young feminist of sorts in avant garde San Francisco, when the term feminist, coined just a few years before, was still not a matter of pride for most women in the city. She had lots of male and female friends with whom she shared the latest fads, music, ideas, parties and places where young people got together for a drink.
Despite her easy-going nature, she would not tolerate anything she considered unjust, false or spiteful. No matter who it came from, she would stand up for her principles, screaming if need be. Nevertheless, she was scornful of the trivialities of her schoolmates and friends. They didn't interest her. The mystery in her green eyes prevented you from guessing her thoughts. She looked at your eyes as if you were transparent, invisible.
Martita's case remained unsolved. A suspect was taken into custody. A humble man, a mason. During the trial a "qualified" witness was disqualified by the public defense attorney. He was an engineer who had been working for twenty years in a government building. The defense attorney had asked him how many steps the stairs into the building that he had entered five days a week for twenty years had. The witness said there were 12 steps. The attorney had counted 16. It seemed the man who was trying to describe in great detail how the mason had kidnapped Martita –which presumably had happened very quickly—now couldn't remember something he had been seeing every day for twenty years. For once, blaming a "scapegoat" had not worked. The lowly mason was freed, and the justice of that verdict was confirmed over time.
The years went by, and the neighborhood teenagers, now scattered, with some at university and others working at some job, only got together once in a while. Andrés, the son of the Armenian, was living with relatives somewhere in Latin America, and word had it that strangely enough he was a member of some guerilla group fighting a military dictatorship His parents still lived in the neighborhood however, and Mr. Romanoff still celebrated his country's historical independence with his countrymen.
Vladimir answered like a father would too.
– Listen Aznavour, I think I would have reacted the same way… What else do we have in life other than our children?
Debora, now a university student, was flying in a window seat.
She had a boyfriend she loved, and she realized the food on the plane was not good, the seats weren't that comfortable, nobody famous was there, and no one thought she was important just because she was a frequent flyer.
Instead, she had discovered something that was a lot more important.
Gazing at the clouds, she had seen Martita, a bunch of Martitas, floating in the sky.
How old was Didi now? Old enough for love?
"authorities" of an army that condemned any person who was singular.
to leave the obligatory military service and its leaders.
choose the best for their lives we used.
argument that we were friends, of the friends of terrorists.
inexplicable need to "execute" thousands of not guilty people.
after her execution accused of spying.
she gained all her fame and fortune as a prostitute of the highest class.
her newborn baby before killing her?
the countless women who has shown the quality of all people thought history.
Answers To An Interview: As an artist, I had a happy childhood in Argentina, despite the years of military dictatorships that condemned all new forms of art as being subversive.
All either went into exile or put up with the military's condemnation of their families, friends and even people with whom they had casual relationships.
– Once I was locked up in the yards of Cordoba's Central Police Station with other friends, accused of nothing! Unless having long hair was now viewed as a crime by the dictators.
We were saved by a crowd that congregated outside the Old City Hall, which was the police headquarters at the time.
I didn't feel afraid. I felt a sort of incredulous fear for the policemen who followed the irrationally brutal orders of their superiors for a pittance.
– I did my artworks using images that symbolized the reality we were experiencing. They were a kind of shared code that I used to convey my feelings to those who were on our side. I had heard Picasso's definition: "art is a lie..with which to tell the truth". The symbols were a private code and represented the truth.
– I never lost sight of the teachings of great artists: Rauschenberg, Jasper Jones, Picasso, Francis Bacon, Jose Luis Cuevas, and my good friend Marcelo Bonevardi. I didn't learn drawing and painting from them, but they taught me ethics and morals of an honest, uncompromising art.
Answers To An Interview: While living in a loft in the Village at Bonevardi's invitation, enjoying the views of the Pei towers opposite of the river and drinking mate on the balcony, I decided to take a walk uptown. WHAT A DAY!
While living in a loft in the Village at Bonevardi's invitation, enjoying the views of the Pei towers opposite of the river and drinking mate on the balcony, I decided to take a walk uptown. WHAT A DAY!
At the NYU campus a man was imitating John Lennon with a crowd of young students around him. I made a comment to a young Puerto Rican in Spanish: He imitates him really well! My friend answered: Hey Argentinian, THAT IS John Lennon!
I was looking at rock and roll personified, freedom personified, I was viewing a different God to that of the monotheistic religions of the masses. He finished singing a song, stood up, got into his rainbow-colored car and left. It was a great way to start the day. On my return, Bonaverdi told me John sometimes invited students to listen to his latest song.
I continued walking, excited to visit the Metropolitan Museum for the first time. I picked up a guidebook as I went into the museum. Even with all my knowledge of architecture, the museum map was too complicated to figure out with my extremely limited English. After wandering in and out of highly varied exhibition rooms for a couple of hours, I turned a corner in a corridor and…there it was! Inside a meter-high glass cube, La petite danseuse by Degas.
I had fallen in love with her looking at her photograph on the sleeve of a long=play record when I was about nine. I think my eyes misted over, and THAT day, in a matter of ten seconds, I decided this was where I wanted to live. After all, I was American too, since I was born on an immense island stretching from Tierra del Fuego in southern Argentina to the Bering Strait in northern Canada. The island is known as America, or the American Continent.
I was burdened with the sadness of not returning to Argentina for many years. Fortunately the nightmare has ended and one can hope for a bright future for all and for my artist friends in this new globalized world, where the social media will help us dodge institutional "know-it-alls." Freedom! Freedom! Freedom!
Answers To An Interview: Poets who I envy but admire deeply, taught me that dictionary words available to us all gives them the privilege of inventing worlds. James Joyce, Antonio Marchado, Pablo Neruda, Garcia Lorca, Walt Whitman, Bertold Brecht, Borges.
– Poets who I envy but admire deeply, taught me that dictionary words available to us all gives them the privilege of inventing worlds. James Joyce, Antonio Marchado, Pablo Neruda, Garcia Lorca, Walt Whitman, Bertold Brecht, Borges.
I think every work of art, in all art fields, should contain the concept of POETRY.
– I learnt the thousand-year-old process of making handmade paper form different fibers as a support for my images when I lived in California. It was amazing. When the paper dried…There were images there! They just needed to be highlighted with a few strokes and a touch of color, and the magic came to light.
I tried to explain that to the great master Jose Luis Cuevas. We were standing in front of one of my freshly strained paper panels. I was thrilled with my discovery and with the opportunity of telling Cuevas about it. He remained silent and then all he said was: Yes, absolutely! I think what he was saying was: you've got the treasure in your hands, so make use of it!
Answers To An Interview: The White Dreams series consists of gauze stretchers with handmade cotton and water paper.
-The White Dreams series consists of gauze stretchers with handmade cotton and water paper. Four panels measuring a total of 120 x 93 inches.
-The first in the series, The Space of Ideas, was inspired by a short story dating from the same period.
-I made Again and again thinking of the spiral of history and events that repeat themselves cyclically.
-Voyage to the Philosophers is an imaginary visit to the leading thinkers of the West. Ranging from Socrates the man of iron, who was broken but never bowed down, to Sartre, who stated that the only possible absolute freedom was the imaginary. That was why I was able to "talk" with them all. From Nietzsche, he of the serene madness, lover of his sister and of his mentor and protector's wife Richard Wagner, to Gottlob Frege, who preceded the invention of the computer with his Classes and Classes of Classes.
-Two of the paintings in this series now belong to the Museum of Latin American Art (MOLAA) in Long Beach, California.
-The Triangular series, which preceded White Dreams, comprises twenty 58 x 45 inch paintings painted on cotton gauze and paper. The colors are oxides on different kinds of medium.
-The triangle was the symbol of something that cannot lose its shape, is schematic and permanent. It's about heaven, hell, and us; the mediators of good and evil, health and sickness, joys and sorrows, loves and hates, good and bad memories.
-I started using paper in my paintings in the series Reports, prior to the Triangular series. It was like recycling drawings made on pieces of used paper on thick canvas stretchers. For the color and drawing I used materials that would leave a mark on the canvas.
-I made use of the latest printed news as a secret archive with which to show them visually. Something like the "good, the bad and the ugly" of daily life.
-In 1977, and after receiving a good number of awards, I decided to stop taking part in competitive exhibitions and continue working on my art outside the art market instead.
I told myself "do tomorrow what you can't do today", and today is tomorrow. So it's time to enter the art market.
"THE SEVENTH" will be a series of 40 paintings inspired by the seventh symphony of Bethoveen … which is for my ears, the greatest music ever composed … I feel it is the history of human beings since we started walk erect with all the events and situations that are repeated cyclically.
It had taken a thousands of years do what it take a contemporary baby months….:walking upright. Balancing somewhere in Africa the soil was barely soil and the sky, blue water that fell forever in the ravine, the wind and the huge zig zag light and….booom! the fire darkening the foods with legs, head and tail.
..corporate kings will appear, who in the extended version of history, consider themselves emperors and always were and still are those who make the decisions to 'help' their peoples and of course themselves.
.. and there are also brief periods of calm during which everything established prevails … while the most progressive challenge the established with creations in technology, in the arts, in science and in social organization ….
They are the Galieo Gallilei instantaneous, the Einsteins, the Walt Withmans, the James Joyces, Antonio Machado, Walter Mondela, Garcia Lorca, Jean Paul Sartre … the Nietzche, Aristoteles, Socrates ..
.. in our days science and digital technology have made the cycles of the historical spiral very short ….with these marvels of the human mind have also appeared the usual bad guys … a kind of global virtual terror that with the same click, in the same wonderful computers do all the possible damage in exchange for money.
.. it is interesting how different environments influence the results of a romance … think of yourself, your parents and grandparents and you will see the differences … this has happened since time immemorial … and one wonders. ….. what will your life be when the whole human relationship is virtual …?
How many people will be in this world by the next three generations?
X0000000000 billions … who knows?
It's interesting how this fictional story of a spy woman, based on real events … in our days the spies are clandestine people who instead of using their physical beauty to spy, they use a computer … it is life … nothing is created, nothing is lost, everything is transformed.
For artists, it has always been a need to incorporate himself into one of his works … Truman Capote, this almost imperfectible narrator, is the photographer Fred in Breakfast at Tiffany … we all help to repeat the story.
Welcome to our new series "The 7th" that visually synthesizes more than 50 years of artistic career. You can check our PSD list here.
If you ask me what I do in art, I have two answers.
For friends painters, poets, musicians, actors and generally for those who share the faith called art, I will speak briefly about the technical aspects. In the end, the difference between the arts is exclusively the language used.
For those who are not related to the arts and have the same question with good intentions, my answer is … 'I write paints and paint philosophy'. That's exactly what I do.
Probably what I write has no literary value. I'm not a writer like those whom I admire and envy. I write a mixture of distant memories with this total Sarterean freedom of imagination. Those dreams, with open eyes.
Then it happens that writing, sketches, and the work I am doing are modified throughout the process of painting.
I think it's a good idea to give a notebook with a written story to those who wish to exhibit one of my works.. This would be something like "Instructions for Watching". As these things we buy in boxes that we have not the remotest idea how to assemble them.
My wife Stella made the video with the best intentions. Of course these images save us a lot of words. We try not to talk too much and instead, let the paintings speak.


This is the first lesson of the TextConverter Tutorial series. It provides a brief overview of the top level user interface elements of Text Converter as well as demonstrates the basic steps required for the majority of data extractions.
In our second lesson we will cover how multi-level input data can be extracted using hierarchical templates as well as a brief overview of creating templates to extract data from tag based fields.
This article and video compares the SiMX TextConverter 4 and Datawatch Modeler 12 (former Monarch Pro) workflows of configuring a simple, but typical task of extracting detailed information from a medical report. Overall, TextConverter demonstrates an overwhelming advantage over Modeler in every significant area: efficiency, ease of use and accuracy.
Data extraction from financial reports, invoices, shipping documents can be setup in minutes, using SiMX TextConverter. The extraction projects can be reused later, and they can be used for your workflow automation. No technical expertise is required, any business professionals can begin using the tool right after a download.
This sample will demonstrate how to apply a combination of different techniques to extract data from a payroll report document with multiple layout features.
This sample will show invoice and item level data extraction. The following features will be illustrated in the sample.
This sample illustrates how easily data can be extracted from the information arranged in several columns.
This sample demonstrates the usage of the most common TextConverter 4 data extraction and transformation capabilities.
This example demonstrates how to generate two linked output tables while processing invoices with two levels of information: invoices and line items.
This sample demonstrates how to configure TextConverter to extract multi-line fields.
This commercial invoice sample demonstrates how to extract information from the input fields value using regular expressions.
This sample shows how to configure TextConverter for tag-based data extraction.
Exracting data from invoices without script is easy and fast using positional and tag based fields in Text Convertor. Positional fields allow you to exact data that is located in vertical columns. Tag based fields are great for exracting data where the tag is consistent but the value changes such as the Invoice Number.
This sample helps you work with the most basic of TextConverter conversion situations: a single line positional template. This uses the EZPass statement.
This sample will teach you how to use a tag to generate a template from multiple lines. This uses the EZPass statement.
This sample well tell you how to create a composite output field. This uses the EZPass statement.
This sample will teach you how to use calculated field inputs. This uses the EZPass statement.
This sample shows Text Convertors ability to extract data from multiple columns using multiline template with positional fields' extraction.
This sample demonstrates how to use lookup table to replace long states' names with the abbriviation.


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Q: How does "Power" work in Tetris DX? In Tetris DX, your save file has a statistic called "Power", which goes up when you do well, and goes down when you don't.
I never got the instruction book with my copy (bought second-hand), so I don't know if it's explained in there, but I'm not sure exactly how Power operates.
I don't know if it's level-based, score-based, lines-based, how well you play (e.g. number of Tetris' you get in a round or how long you spend fast-dropping blocks) or if it's something else, as every round is different.
As shown in the photo below I'm at Power level 1288. I can't seem to get it much higher than that, even though I'm regularly hitting 300+ lines (and at one point hit 975 lines).
So, what factors determine your power, and what's the highest it can go?

A: Gameplay data is recorded and stored as "POWER". Each profile has its own POWER data. Using a link cable, this data can be transferred to another cart.
In VS. COM, this can be used to play vs a CPU with a local profile, or a transfered profile's game data.
Your power increases as you play better games using your profile.
I am not sure if this is just a score the game assigns, or if any other stats or game data is taken into account.

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Adam and Brent Krause, owners of a new 3,600 nursery barn.
Summer is coming to an end, and so is our season for open houses at the farm. This week we are hosting our last open house of the year for a new hog barn near Clear Lake. This is an open house I am especially excited for, because the 3,600 head nursery barn is being built by Brent and Adam Krause, two young men that are fulfilling their dreams of returning to the family farm.
In South Dakota, the average age of a farmer or rancher is 57 years old. It's exciting to have 2 young twenty-somethings commit to farming for the next 20 years or so. The number of farms and farmers in South Dakota and across the nation has been shrinking for many years, while the population has been growing. Feeding these people is a job farmers take seriously.
Modern pig barns keep the animals out of the extreme hot and cold temperatures we have in South Dakota. The barns are climate controlled and well ventilated, so no matter their age or size the pigs are comfortable. The barns also allow the farmers to keep a close on their livestock, ensuring that each pig receives the care it needs.
We hope to see you this Thursday, from 5:00 – 7:00pm at the Krause Open House near Clear Lake. Free pork loin sandwiches will be served. The barn is located 3 and ¾ miles west of Clear Lake on HWY 22. Look for the big, red roof!


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#pragma once
//------------------------------------------------------------------------------
/**
    @class YAKC::debugger
    @brief debug helper class
*/
#include "yakc/util/core.h"

namespace YAKC {

class debugger {
    static const int ringbuffer_size = 16;  // must be 2^n
public:
    static const int history_size = ringbuffer_size - 1;
    struct history_item {
        bool valid = false;
        uint16_t pc = 0;
        uint16_t cycles = 0;    // cycles==0 means the item is invalid
    };

    void init(cpu_model m);

    void clear_history();
    void add_history_item(uint16_t pc, uint16_t cycles);
    history_item get_history_item(int index);

    void enable_breakpoint(uint16_t addr);
    void disable_breakpoint();
    void toggle_breakpoint(uint16_t addr);
    bool breakpoint_enabled();
    bool is_breakpoint(uint16_t addr);
    uint16_t breakpoint_addr();

    void break_stop();              // manual stop
    void break_check();             // stop if CPU has hit out breakpoint
    void break_continue();          // continue from stopped state
    bool break_stopped();           // check if in stopped state

private:
    void set_cpu_trap();
    void clear_cpu_trap();

    cpu_model cpu = cpu_model::z80;
    history_item history[ringbuffer_size];
    int history_pos = 0;
    bool stopped = false;
    bool bp_enabled = false;
    uint16_t bp_addr = 0;
};

} // namespace YAKC

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I don't know about you, but I LOVE potatoes. Any size, any shape, any way.
This is a recipe that I've been using for years and the name has always intrigued me—have no idea where it came from.
For this recipe you can use white potatoes, red or yellow butter. You could even use sweet potatoes or yams.
With the exception of using a sharp knife, kids would love to help with this, I'm sure!
Scrub potatoes well leaving the skins on.
With very sharp knife, slice the potato crosswise every 1/2 inch but do NOT cut all the way through. Cut a 1/4 inch slice and remove the 1/4 inch of potato.
Slice the onion in thin slices and place a slice in the little potato slit.
Place your spud in a buttered pie plate.
Drizzle with 2 Tablespoons of the melted butter and sprinkle with salt.
After 30 minutes, sprinkle potatoes with the bread crumbs and drizzle with the remaining butter. Return to the oven for 20 minutes.
After 20 minutes, sprinkle with the Parmesan cheese and baste with the butter in the pie pan.
Bake for 10 more minutes or until tender.
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La dialectique peut-elle casser des briques? is a hilarious and yet political, serious film made by French Situationist René Viénet in 1973.
...the martial arts school is the center for revolutionary resistance. The devotees hone their dialectical skills in preparation for the final confrontation with the bureaucrats. Viénet's appropriation is a brilliant, acerbic, and riotous critique of the failure of socialism, in which the martial artists counter ideological blows with theoretical thrusts from Debord, Reich, and others of their unalienated ilk. But Viénet's target is also the mechanism of cinema and how it serves ideology.
I would recommend this film to anyone interested in recycled culture, and also to fans of Karl Marx, the Situationists, and even Hong Kong film geeks. It's a bit hard to find, but is out there in your cooler metropolitan video stores. A similar film formally, though without the political goal, is Woody Allen's What's Up Tigerlily?


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Digital Single Market, European Union, Remuneration (equitable), Transfer (of right)
ALLEA Statement on Open Access Publication under "Big Deals" and the New Copyright Rules
P. Bernt Hugenholtz (Institute for Information Law (IViR))/ December 12, 2022 December 13, 2022 /2 Comments
The increasing costs of publication under the Gold Open Access model and "Big Deals" The European Federation of Academies of Sciences and Humanities (ALLEA) has for many years supported the move away from proprietary models of scientific publishing towards Open Access (OA).[1] OA publication of publicly funded scientific research bears the triple promise of…
Case Law, Copyright, Netherlands, Ownership
DJs are Phonogram Producers, says Dutch Supreme Court
P. Bernt Hugenholtz (Institute for Information Law (IViR))/ January 31, 2022 January 31, 2022 /Leave a comment
On December 17, 2021, in a big win for electronic dance music (EDM) artists, the Dutch Supreme Court held that DJs own phonographic rights (neighbouring rights) in their home-produced recordings – not the record labels that commercially release them. The decision comes in a long-running dispute between world-famous Dutch DJ and EDM artist Martin Garrix…
Digital Single Market, European Union, Jurisdiction, Netherlands
Three Cheers for the DSM Directive's Rules on Author's Contracts – and a Cautionary Note from the Netherlands
P. Bernt Hugenholtz (Institute for Information Law (IViR))/ June 14, 2021 June 11, 2021 /Leave a comment
On June 7th, two years after its adoption, the deadline for implementing the DSM Directive finally expired. While academics and stakeholders have been critically dissecting its controversial provisions on platform liability, news aggregation and text & data mining, the Directive's Chapter 3 ('Fair remuneration in exploitation contracts of authors and performers') has gone almost unnoticed,…
Authorship, Copyright, European Union, Ownership
Trends and Developments in Artificial Intelligence: Challenges to Copyright
P. Bernt Hugenholtz, João Pedro Quintais (Institute for Information Law (IViR)) and Daniel Gervais (Vanderbilt University Law School)/ December 16, 2020 December 16, 2020 /Leave a comment
Introduction The impact of Artificial Intelligence (AI) on intellectual property (IP) law undoubtedly ranks as one of the most-discussed topics of 2020 among legal academics and practitioners (including on this blog). Following initiatives at WIPO, the EPO and several national IPOs (including the UKIPO and the USPTO), EU institutions have now also become active in…
Copyright, European Union, Legislative process
The New Copyright Directive: Text and Data Mining (Articles 3 and 4)
P. Bernt Hugenholtz (Institute for Information Law (IViR))/ July 24, 2019 July 25, 2019 /Leave a comment
Art. 2(2) of the DSM Directive defines 'text and data mining' as "any automated analytical technique aimed at analysing text and data in digital form in order to generate information which includes but is not limited to patterns, trends and correlations". Text and data mining (TDM) generally refers to the computer-based analysis of large bodies…
Communication (right of), Distribution (right of), Exhaustion, Making available (right of), Reproduction (right of)
Copyright Reconstructed: Rethinking Copyright's Economic Rights in a Time of Highly Dynamic Technological and Economic Change
P. Bernt Hugenholtz (Institute for Information Law (IViR))/ June 25, 2018 March 20, 2019 /Leave a comment
As the jurisprudence of the European Court of Justice and ongoing discussions in the EU legislature illustrate, the economic rights granted to right holders under EU copyright law – the rights of reproduction, communication to the public and distribution – have become increasingly unpredictable. While the right of reproduction already covers almost every direct or…
Database right, European Union, Neighbouring rights
The "Data Producer's Right": Unwelcome Guest in the House of IP
P. Bernt Hugenholtz (Institute for Information Law (IViR))/ August 25, 2017 March 20, 2019 /Leave a comment
With the growth of the 'data-driven economy'and the rise of 'Big Data' have come calls for the introduction of a novel property right in data. Apparently in response to demands from the German automotive industry, the European Commission has in its 2017 Communication on 'Building a European data economy' advanced the idea of creating a…
Case Law, European Union
Concise European Copyright Law: 2nd edition published
P. Bernt Hugenholtz (Institute for Information Law (IViR))/ July 21, 2016 March 22, 2017 /Leave a comment
Good news for copyright aficionados who (like me) rather read their copyright law from hard copies than from screens. After a ten-year wait the second edition of Concise European Copyright Law (a.k.a. "Concise Copyright") was finally published earlier this year. If you liked the 'little blue book' that first came out in 2006, you will…
European Union, Legislative process, Neighbouring rights, Subject matter (copyrightable)
Say Nay to the Neighbouring Right!
P. Bernt Hugenholtz (Institute for Information Law (IViR))/ April 14, 2016 April 14, 2016 /Leave a comment
The European Commission keeps sending us surprises. After December's Communication on Modernizing Copyright, which contained a mixed bag of copyright goodies, we had expected just about anything but the announcement that followed on March 23rd. The European Commission has launched a public open consultation on 'the possible extension' of neighbouring rights to publishers. As we…
IViR Anniversary Conference (Information Influx), 2-4 July 2014
P. Bernt Hugenholtz (Institute for Information Law (IViR))/ December 23, 2013 March 24, 2017 /1 Comment
Although the actual founding of the Institute for Information Law is shrouded in myth and mystery, in 2014 it will be 25 years ago that IViR was officially established as a research centre at the University of Amsterdam. IViR's 25th birthday will be celebrated next year in Amsterdam from 2 to 4 July, with a…

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Vertex Upgrades Lee County Utilities Customer Service to the Cloud
News | January 10, 2017 | VertexOne
RICHARDSON, Texas – January 10, 2017 – Vertex, a leader in utility customer experience solutions, today announced that Lee County Utilities, a division of the Department of Public Utilities in Lee County in Southwest Florida, has completed implementation of a new cloud CIS and customer web and mobile self-service solution. The major upgrade, implemented in just nine months, provides Lee County with the immediate ability to improve customer experience while streamlining operations and supporting its long-term goals.
"With Vertex, we're not just making our customers happier today; we have an agile platform to meet our future needs," said Peter J. Cloutier, business operations manager in the Lee County Department of Public Utilities. "The cloud model works great for us. Vertex manages the technology, and we get to focus on our core priority: serving our customers."
"Cloud is changing the way utilities do business, and we're thrilled to see Lee County elevate its customer service with an eye toward the future," said Andrew Jornod, chief executive officer of Vertex. "Lee County is at the forefront of utilities moving to the cloud, and will see the benefits of the cloud's agility, guaranteed service levels and a predictable cost of ownership for many years to come."
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Lee County approached Vertex when its ageing CIS – a 16-year-old platform that had never been upgraded – prevented it from providing a modern experience for its customers. Changes and updates were costly with little return on investment, and any upgrade would require significant new hardware. During an evaluation, Lee County decided it no longer wanted to worry about IT infrastructure management and chose to look for a partner to carry this burden.
In September 2016, Lee County upgraded to a new CIS platform fully hosted and managed by Vertex – a major expansion of the two companies' existing partnership. The platform went live within just nine months of the kick-off meeting with the Vertex team.
Lee County's new cloud CIS allows it to better focus on both happier customers and its own operations. Vertex hosts and manages the solution, while also keeping the technology up to date. Customer service agents now have access to more information than ever through an intuitive user interface, allowing them to better serve customers. The benefits extend to back-office staff. With access to comprehensive exception handling and workflow management capabilities, it is easier for them to ensure customers receive accurate bills in a timely fashion.
Providing Choices to Customers with Self-Service Features
Lee County was also eager to provide customers easy-to-use self-service features. It was drawn to the VertexOne Web & Mobile Self-Service for Utilities solution because of its deep integration with its new CIS.
With this solution, customers can access up to 25 months of consumption and billing history – something they never had before. This has reduced support calls and freed up time for service agents to deal with more complex inquiries. Within the first month, Lee County's customers completed more than 300,000 transactions using the new solution, including account updates, payments, account status and billing inquiries and service requests.
"Customer response has been fantastic," said Cloutier. "With VertexOne, we can provide the options our customers need, with self-service features available 24/7 from whatever device they prefer."
About Vertex
Dedicated solely to the utilities industry, Vertex Business Services is a recognized leader in customer experience solutions. Vertex serves millions of customers for over 50 electric, gas and water clients across North America. Through a wide range of innovative services and solutions—from the VertexOne Software as a Service platform, to consulting and analytics, to BPO and customer experience outsourcing—Vertex helps utilities more efficiently deliver a compelling customer experience. For more information, visit www.vertexone.net.
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THE SOCK- An obituary for my mother.
October 24, 2014 allenahansen Leave a comment
She wasn't a sparkling wit, and I can't recall ever hearing her guffaw. But she certainly wasn't dull, though she wasn't particularly insightful. She could be a bit overbearing and to my mind, unnecessarily strict, but in addition to putting her husband through medical school, and raising five fabulous children, and volunteering in all things Church and Community, and still having time to make chicken tortilla casserole, Madre knew how to keep her family in line.
The woman broached no nonsense when it came to malingering, and she was unmoved at the sight of our blood—unflappable and unsentimental in the face of catastrophe. I vividly recall the time Diana Hollis came screaming, hysterical, to our front door late one afternoon. "Mrs. Hansen, Mrs Hansen," she cried in a treble shriek that carried up and down the length of Ferncreek, "Jimmy cut his heel off on the go-cart and he's bleeding all over everything!"
Madre didn't miss a beat. "Tell him to stay outside on the porch," she shot back from the kitchen. "I just mopped the terrazzo." (Madre was nothing if not practical.) Not for her the frantic trip to the doctor for our inevitable scrapes and sniffles. No, Madre had another method for dealing with the infirmities of childhood.
She had. . . The Sock.
I don't know where it came from; it was probably found abandoned and rotting in the back of the covered wagon Grandma took across the plains to the Promised Land. The Sock was knitted of scratchy raw-wool-pus-yellow yarn, ribbed down the sides for maximum discomfort, and had been first basted in, then liberally smeared with a reeking layer of Vick's Vapo-Rub so potent that sixty years later the mere memory of it causes me to dry heave. (Glaaagh.) Whenever one of us would complain of a vague malaise, out it would come to force our hand. And uncharacteristic of her normal frugality, Madre made sure to renew it with a stinking glop of Vick's at each and every use. Thus prepared, she tended to what ailed us, securing the woolen abomination around our necks with a rusty diaper pin, immovable and inviolate.
It itched.
Let me amend that; it itched like a motherfucker. It itched like the fleas of a mange-ridden cur. It itched like God's own poison oak patch around the trunk of our tiny toddling necks, and she always made sure to fasten it as tight as a cervical collar—just short of actual strangulation. Sore throat? Ear infection? Scarlet fever? It didn't matter; if it oozed, ached or dripped we got… The Sock. In theory, germs and viruses were supposed to see that thing coming and shrink away in terror, but in truth, I believe it held a more sinister purpose. Madre was a busy woman, and Madre was no fool.
Accordingly, none of us dared fake an illness to try to get out of school or snag an extra hour or two in bed, because no matter if it was a tummy ache, a runny nose, or a case of the barfs, we knew what was waiting for us in the back of the medicine cabinet. Some sick little kids we knew got chicken soup and old movies. Some got board games, and soda pop, and soothing lullabys. But the Hansen kids got a dark room, utter silence, and. . . The Sock. (Actually, there was another horror I forgot to mention; first we got the thermometer, THEN we got The Sock.) It was Madre's way of triaging our sincerity.
As for its healing powers, well, you can believe that we "recovered" as quickly as possible and with as little fuss as possible—and stayed that way for fear of spending another night with that awful thing gagging us to sleep. It was that effective. . . .
When I got a bit older, Madre turned me into her toady and initiated me into the Motherly Mysteries of The Sock. I learned how to smear on the Vick's just so, how to smooth out the ribs and adjust the safety pin. I learned how to still the squirming neck beneath my scrawny elbow and fasten The Sock just short of choking. And when my victim was finally allowed release from its stranglehold, I learned how to fold The Sock and roll it up and stuff it back in its midnight blue glass Vick's jar… for next time. (And with five sneaky kids there was always a "next time.")
I don't recall the exact circumstances, but in the mid-recent past, Madre sent the sock down to me as an adjunct birthday present, and I have to admit that after all those years, I beheld it again with some genuine fear and loathing. I held it by the toe, far away from my person—like some grunty diaper—and marveled at the longevity of that ancient rusted safety pin.
And yes, I tried it on.
It was threadbare and ragged, from 50+ kid-years of trying to claw it off, and shrunken from the three or four times it had been washed, but it still fit. It still choked me, and it still itched like a motherfucker.
With a nostalgic chuckle, I put it away "someplace safe" as a sort of perverse keepsake, and Madre and I had a good laugh over the thing, but somewhere along the line I forgot all about it and it disappeared. I've spent the last three weeks wracking my brain as to where it might be and tearing my closets apart searching for it—heroically, I might add—all to no avail. I even tried my sister Laurie's suggestion that I "just sniff it out", but so far it's eluded me.
I know there's no way it got thrown away—that would have been sacrilege—but the thing was so noxious I'd not be surprised if it had gotten up and skutched away under its own power, and is now lying in wait somewhere until just the right moment when it can sneak back into my bedroom and insinuate itself around my throat some night as I sleep—the stuff of nightmares and evil clown cartoons.
I never thought I'd miss that god-awful itchy, stinking thing, but now that Madre has gone, it occurs to me that there was so much love and concern smeared into its magic juju, and so many answered prayers inherent in its fraying old threads, that now it's the most precious thing I can possibly imagine, and it just breaks my heart that I can't find it so I can smear it with Vick's and sleep with it pinned securely, comfortingly, lovingly. . . under my pillow.
Fuzzing Into Forever– On Losing One's Mother and One's Dog In the Same Weekend…
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My mother died last week. Wednesday?—or was it Thursday? My mind is so on autopilot right now I really don't recall. I've shed sporadic tears, tears that come mostly when I talk on the phone to my siblings and friends, but because I have no idea how I am supposed to feel, or act, or re-act, life in the last few days has proceeded pretty much as normal; I've never lost my mother before, you see, so I'm kind of at a loss as to how to play this one. My father asked (as if Daddy ever "asked" anything of us,) that we leave him alone for a few weeks in the house he and Madre shared for so many years. As he put it, he had loneliness, anger, guilt and five or six other emotions to process and didn't need the distraction of condolences while he was doing so. That's exactly how I feel, like a sick cat that goes under the porch to puke in peace. Friends have told me that the realization would "hit" at some point, but because my mother is so much a part of who I am, and because although we speak by phone weekly, I can count on both hands the number of times I've seen her in the last twenty years, the loss of the actual day-to-day reality of her being here or not being here has been limited to minor annoyances like not having her around to give me my niece's cell phone number so I can call to commiserate. I've been expecting Madre to pay me a goodbye visit, just for form and maybe to impart some last bit of wisdom or assurance, but so far she's not made her final presence known. On the morning after her death, perhaps hoping to commune with the ineffable, I went outside into the sunshine to take a nice long walk in the woods with my beautiful young German Shepherd dogs; their gleeful, exuberant energy always cheers me when I'm feeling depleted and discouraged. They're eight months old now, and halfway grown, having survived a horrible bout of Parvo as five-week old babies that bonded us in a way only two weeks of shared explosive diarrhea and vomiting and needles and laundry can bind three hapless hill creatures together in misery. I adore them both, but the male, Albert, has been my soul mate from the start, quick and generous, an amazing athlete, almost uncannily obedient. Of all the dogs I've had over the years, his connection with me has been by far the most intense and intuitive, so much so that I've begun guidance training him as an eventuality against my deteriorating eyesight. But here he was lying dead on the patio as his sister, Daisy, hovered uncomprehending and frantic. His beautiful golden body, that luxurious fur, his extraordinary tail, were inert and cold. What felled him, I can only guess—maybe a cardiac defect from the Parvo? But all I could feel when I saw him there was just another level of numb. Not loss, not sadness, simply utter resignation; I had a grave to dig in the hard September granite—and I had to dig it now. I've had to do this before; more times than I can count, actually, and each time for valued friends of my ranch family. Cats, dogs, horses, even a couple of pet chickens and a pot-belly pig lie buried in holes under various trees, vines, gardens. And it's always the same: a hard, muddy, heart and backbreaking slog to get them in there. The ritual is pretty simple: Gather together my wits, fetch all the various shovels, post hole diggers, a hose to dampen the earth—then somehow drag the cold, dead, awkward weight of my departed friend to the burial site, and get started. ########## Digging a grave is a combination of horrifying, heartbreaking, infuriating and comic; it's exhausting in every sense, a process that forces you through the emotional gamut and well beyond the limits of your physical endurance—sustained only by duty and adrenalin. You're going to get bruised and muddy, humiliated by the soil. You'll get sweaty and discouraged, frustrated by root systems and underground boulders where you thought you had a good clean hole going. Shovel handles break, muscles and ligaments shred, fingernails snap off at the quick—and then there is the awful reality of the corpse to deal with. If you didn't get to it early enough, the body will be frozen in the most inconvenient and space-consuming configuration possible, and the only way to make it fit is to either break bones or saw off limbs—neither of which you can bear to contemplate—so you Just. Keep. Digging. Until your back feels like burning knives and your muscles are trembling in protest, and the tears stinging your face turn to sweat. But by the time you're though and the last shovelful of dirt tamped down, you've made your peace with the dead husk of your friend, and have handled the corpse just enough that its horror no longer touches you. It's just a thing now, a shell that had to be buried because it was beginning to stink– that undeniable truth of our organic temporality. The whole burial process is so healing, so primal and metaphoric, it's almost poetic, and most Americans have no idea how evolved and symmetrical a process it is. We rely instead on industrialized ritual, the coroner, the mortician, the hearse, the crematory or cemetery with its front loaders and artificial turf, and the hired "technicians" and "directors" to do the dirty work. But I like the duty and the penance of digging a grave myself, wresting the dead shell of my friend into it, sobbing a final goodbye into the cool wet earth beneath my cheek, the finality of the sound of the first shovelful of dirt as it concusses off the chest, covers the once-beloved face. The way the earth shifts as I tamp it, cover it with rocks to guard against scavengers, leave spent in every way to drink a comforting toast to calm the pain of it all. ########### The next morning Daisy and took our customary walk up to the spring. She tried to be interested, I tried to be distracted, but Albert's absence on our hike was so palpable we were both just going through the motions. When we got to the spring we first looked for bears, then sensing none, Daisy went for her obligatory splash through the muck while I looked up into a perfect blue sky on a perfect fall day and just wailed and keened with loss. Still sobbing, I sat down on a dried cow patty in despair, empty and spent. And that's when Madre came to me. She always told us she'd wanted to be a forest ranger and have six boys so she could spend her days roaming the woods with them. Instead, she'd married a medical student, put him through school and training, moved to suburbia, and in between popping out four daughters and a son, worked as a pharmacist while establishing herself as a social force in our posh coastal Southern California community. None of us, her children, really got to spend much time tramping through the woods with her—although singly we're all inveterate trekkers and naturalists. But in that moment of corporal disconnect, the sentimental, magical-thinking side of me realized that now her once-fettered spirit has the world's best dog to roam the Ever-After Woods with. And Albert has the big welcoming soul he really needed to guide therein. And that simple conceit brings me comfort. RIP Beverly Mae Liechty Hansen, April 12, 1926 – September 24, 2014


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12.13.2019 - By Rubicon: The Impeachment of Donald Trump
This week House Democrats announced the official articles of impeachment against President Donald Trump. Trump is just the fourth president in U.S. history to face the prospect of impeachment for alleged misconduct in office, but many were left wondering why there were only two articles, one for abuse of power for pressuring Ukraine to assist him in his re-election campaign and the second for obstruction of Congress. This week, Rubicon host Brian Beutler speaks to Michelle Goldberg, a columnist for the New York Times and cohost of the podcast, The Argument.
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Expert Witness in Oil and Gas Title Disputes
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Utility scale solar plants are making massive bets in South Texas according to the U. S. Energy Information Administration (EIA). The agency survey reports that Texas added 2.5 GW of solar capacity in 2020, will add another 4.6 GW by the end of 2021, and add an additional 5.4 GW of utility-scale solar capacity in 2022. The significant rise in solar investment in Texas, particularly in the West Texas Permian Basin region, is largely created by the unique environment.
Currently, West Texas produces a large quantity of wind power – up to 22.8% – as reported by ERCOT in its 2020 State of the Grid Report. However, most wind power generation is low during the day when solar generation is greatest. This has created an opportunity for solar developers to take advantage of the abundant sunlight in the region by utilizing the available transmission lines during the day, creating record breaking solar capacity additions in the Permian Basin where about 30% of the state's planned solar capacity will be built. This, coupled with an excellent low tax climate, have been attracting new utility scale solar projects to the region.
Solar Projects and Title Due Diligence
West Texas, however, has traditionally been known for its oil and gas exploration and production. And, over the long history of Texas energy production, those in the industry has learned that title issues can impede project completion and give rise to expensive and time-consuming litigation. Typically, this occurs because of the separation of surface rights from mineral rights.
Surface rights and mineral rights in Texas can be and often are severed, especially in highly resource rich areas like the Permian Basin. This severance can mean that mineral estates may or may not belong to a landowner, even if they occupy the entire surface of the estate. This is relevant to solar energy providers because of the Texas mineral rights doctrine.
Mineral Rights Doctrine
The state has long given privilege to mineral rights owners over surface owners. The dominant estate doctrine greatly strengthens mineral title owners' access to the surface in order to drill for oil, gas, or other minerals. If a solar project impedes upon the dominant mineral estate, such as by not providing sufficient access for drilling, this conflict could easily lead to lawsuits.
Before a property owner can lease solar equipment from a business and attach the equipment to the property, they must first engage in title due diligence to make sure that the owners of the minerals beneath are contacted and that tracts remain accessible to their owners should they decide to drill.
Title Examination
But as any Texas landman will tell you, digging up titles to be examined is an entire process unto itself. Often, in rural counties the titles are multiple decades old and there are minimal electronic records. An additional layer of complication comes into play when there are fractional mineral rights owners that have claims to the oil and gas beneath the surface, and each one of them can legally lease their portion of the property to drilling companies at any time.
It is also not uncommon to discover that these mineral titles have exchanged hands many times, and so establishing a chain of title can also complicate the establishment of ownership. Furthermore, these title defects, or "clouds," may not be significant enough to hinder a project, but with awareness, there may be steps or strategies a company could engage in to limit its risk exposure.
As oil and gas companies have learned, solar companies can also benefit from the counsel of experienced title attorneys, such as the lawyers at the Peissel Law Firm, in order to avoid unnecessary lawsuits. Our attorneys have almost two decades of experience examining mineral titles and rendering title opinions in complex title matters with large datasets. We can advise on all matter of title encumbrances and defects, and can help mitigate legal and financial risks to solar energy projects.
As with all of our title opinions, we prescribe cures for any title defects and can work with a company's in house legal team to get a firm understanding of the ownership of property that impacts your project. When working with our firm, you get access to legal counsel who understand the nuances of the Texas Property Code, Texas Natural Resources Code, and the relevant caselaw that is grappling to deal with the current changing trends of the energy industry.
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Additionally, our Managing Partner John Peissel has personally reviewed hundreds of mineral titles and produced title opinions often involving numerous companies, landowners, and other interested parties, for nearly two decades. Mr. Peissel is Board Certified by the Texas Board of Legal Specialization in Oil, Gas and Mineral Law and is an active member in of the Houston Association of Professional Landmen (HAPL) as well as the Permian Basin Landmen's Association (PBLA).
If your solar company or solar company clients are investing in large tracts of land, or securing leases from landowners, we invite you to contact us to discuss how we can assist you with any title related issues.
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Established in 1988, Preverco is a family-owned company that specializes in the manufacturing of hardwood flooring. We are among the leaders in North America in this area of expertise. Our vertical integration of the stages of the production chain allows us to maintain quality standards for which we are recognized and to offer a wide range of products. With over 500 outlets in Canada and the United States, we also export to Mexico and several other countries.
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Founded by MM. Fernand Dufresne, Gaston Julien and Edmond Perreault, Preverco has evolved over the years from craft production to leadership. The company initially purchased its floors from manufacturers and then varnished them in a small, rented space of about 2,500 square feet. By acquiring a supplier in 1994 to manufacture its hardwood, Preverco embarked on a major venture.
The company has set milestones that have enabled it to deploy strong experience and expertise. Preverco now has a sawmill in Daveluyville and plants in Boisbriand and Saint-Augustin-de-Desmaures, where its head office is also located. In constant pursuit of excellence, Preverco is now at the cutting edge with the robotics of its well-underway operations. Our products are available through a network of retailers throughout North America.
Wood's Superior environnemental performance
Unlike the majority of plastic/petrol based alternatives, (LVT or Vinyl) real wood floors made in Canada have a minimal carbon footprint. Wood is biodegradable and recyclable. They can last for a lifetime and still stay beautiful after years with a sanding and refinishing.
We go further by making everything close.
As a Canadian hardwood floor manufacturer, we are committed to the environment. The core of our strategy is proximity. We harvest here. We manufacture here. In addition, we have established a local network of local partners that reuse our wood waste, chips and sawdust to make the most of every tree harvested.
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Our raw material supply comes entirely from North America. We encourage environmentally friendly forest management practices and only do business with companies that promote selective logging and forest regeneration
Our products also respect the U.S. Lacey Act which is one of the world's primary legislative examples of wildlife preservation and forest conservation.
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Our Engineered floors are 100% made here in Canada and subject to strict regulations regarding where the wood has been logged, what ancillary materials were used to make them, environmental standards, and proper product labeling and advertising.
From the solid top layer to the inner core of the floor, the unique conception of Flex™ and Max™ contributes to the reduction of the carbon footprint.
ZERO OVERSEAS CARRIAGE OF COMPONENTS
Many flooring companies are crossing the ocean with raw material to return finished products in America. They will label their products as « packaged in Canada » or « designed in Canada » to suggest that they sell a local product. Be careful with these claims: if you cannot get the address of the manufacturing plant in Canada, you are most likely facing and imported product.
Preverco is one of the first engineered wood floors to stop using Baltic Birch and other imported veneers. It is a strong statement to limit the greenhouse gases associated with the transportation of imported components.
Healthy homes, another priority
Today's consumers make conscious choices. They want to understand what they are buying. Especially when the floor covering will be a huge part of their living environment. If you are concerned about the health impact of the products that are surrounding you in your home, if you want your living space to be free of formaldehyde or other toxic components, Preverco will give you peace of mind.


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Ratchet & Clank: Quest for Booty: a nice short episode, if you liked the previous R&C games you'll enjoy it. The only issue is that weapon collecting and upgrading is pretty much non-existent, and that was always a staple of R&C – I hope they improve this for future episodes.
Too Human: JCAB lent me his copy, and after sitting on my shelf for a few weeks (the demo had been meh) I gave it a shot. Once I got used to the controls the combat is great, and there's loot up the wazoo, but while figuring out the proper way to fight each type of enemy, I died dozens of times. Then the game bombed with a "disc unreadable" error and I was oddly grateful for that.
Dead Space: Perfectly executed sci fi survival horror. I'm surprised at the positive reviews considering it's basically Doom 3 with more configuration and slower pace.
Age of Conan: Initially interesting MMO but too clunky and unpolished, I didn't renew and I seriously doubt I'll ever try it again.
Warhammer Online: Much better than AoC, PvP is great but PvE is quite poor and leveling feels grindy. I love the idea behind Public Quests, and some of them are very well done. Server populations are a very important factor, anything less than high population and you'll be bored to tears.
World of Goo: I love these guys and the game is absolutely cool… but graphics are messed up on my PC, and I personally don't have fun with it.
And of course I'm back to playing World of Warcraft. With patch 3.02, leveling from 60 to 70 is much faster, so I will have my hunter ready for the expansion pack. Since I'm playing on a US server without a real guild, I doubt I'll continue after I play to 80.


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Drug Policy and the 2030 Agenda for Sustainable Development
"On this International Day Against Drug Abuse and Illicit Trafficking, I call on countries and communities to continue to improve the lives of everyone blighted by drug abuse by integrating security and public safety with a heightened focus on health, human rights, and sustainable development," states UN Secretary-General Ban Ki Moon.
The International Day against Drug Abuse and Illicit Trafficking has been observed annually since June 26, 1988 – a day chosen by the United Nations to commemorate the dismantlement of the opium trade in Humen, Guangdong by one of China's most powerful politicians, Lin Zexu, during the days of heightened tension about drug use before the First Opium War in the mid 1800s.
In 2016, more than 100 years later, the United Nations continues Lin Zexu's efforts in dismantling drug culture by launching the "Listen First" initiative to increase the support for prevention of drug use based on scientific fact – an initiative proving to be an effective investment in the well-being of children and youth, their families, and their communities. The campaign also serves as a prime example of the progress the 2030 Agenda for Sustainable Development has made.
The agenda is comprised of two goals (Goals 3 and 16) that calls on lawmakers to pass policies supporting the effective prevention and treatment of drug use and the diseases that current drug users are at high risk for, like AIDS and hepatitis, from using unclean needles. The agenda also calls for a culture of inclusion when addressing addiction and its consequences.
According to Deborah Small, a key speaker at the Digital Media Zone, an event hosted by PVBLIC Foundation together with the Office of the President of the General Assembly, and the executive director and founder of Break the Chains, a public policy organization dedicated to tackling racial inequities resulting from punitive drug policies, "Addiction is a disease and needs a public health response."
The 2030 Agenda calls for a simultaneously effective and humane response to drug abuse – a task easier said than done. The science-backed approach, called Harm Reduction, serves as the foundation for the campaign is lesser known to the public but very popular amongst current scientists and psychology experts.
Harm Reduction is "a public health philosophy and intervention that seeks to reduce the harms associated with drug use and ineffective drug policies," as defined by the Drug Policy Alliance. In simpler terms, Harm Reduction meets drug users where they are at and works with specific individual needs in order to get better. One example includes needle exchange programs, where injecting drug users can obtain clean needles and syringes easily in order to reduce their risk of getting HIV/AIDS and hepatitis.
Small, an active Harm Reduction advocate and a local New York City human rights advocate, states, "As a result of reforming the Rockefeller laws and enacting things like syringe exchange and community-based drug treatment, we've been able to reduce the prison population substantially, reduce the level of drug-related HIV by more than half, develop alternatives to incarceration that have helped families stay together and kept children from losing their parents as a result of addiction."
Harm Reduction policies have greatly helped in the fight for drug use prevention and public safety. At events like the UN General Assembly Special Session on the World Drug Problem and the Digital Media Zone, the movements towards Harm Reduction policies and demands in renouncing punitive drug responses were pleasantly very much in favor.
According to the Drug Policy Alliance, "A basic tenet of harm reduction is that there has never been, and will never be, a drug-free society." We work with what we have, and what we have is the science to prove that addiction is a disease. Experts in drug use treatment and prevention are targeting the derailment of negative stigmas attached to drug use and treatment, and the philosophy of inclusion and compassion in tandem with unified and effective policies are the only way to continue Lin Zexu's legacy on the war on drugs.
Asked about the three biggest policy steps to unfold in the next 10 years, Small was emphatic:
1. "People should not be punished for the substances that they put into their bodies, only for the harm that they cause other people."
2. "Governments should have the freedom and the ability to do what is right to protect the health and well being of the people in their borders, regardless of what people think about it."
3. "And in a world that is growing more and more technologically adept, we should do whatever evidence and science shows us is good and not allow ideology to stand in the way of good policy."
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Recently, there have been a number of trucking accidents along or near Interstate 840.
For example, late last month, a tractor-trailer overturned on State Route 840 around 2:15 a.m. The rollover happened near mile marker 16. Authorities claim the truck driver had fallen asleep behind the wheel.
According to police, the truck had taken out a guardrail before flipping over. The driver suffered minor injuries.
However, considering the truck was hauling vehicle parts and several hundreds of gallons worth of fuel, the state route was closed down for several hours, with traffic being diverted.
This was not the only crash though involving a tractor-trailer spilling its load. In fact, just this past Tuesday, around 6 p.m., a truck lost a load of steel near mile marker 232 on Interstate 40 near the State Route 840 intersection.
In this incident, three vehicles were damaged and a transport company had to come out to the scene in order to have the roadside steel moved.
Overall, these two accidents bring to mind the importance of truck safety. This means drivers need to be rested and alert while driving and all loads need to be properly secured. For while in these two crashes no one was killed, there are plenty of deadly trucking accidents ever year caused by truck driver or trucking company negligence.


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These Street Signs Are the Perfect Cat Calling Take Down
By Jon Levine
New Yorkers are getting a blunt reminder about something they really shouldn't need reminding about.
Signs proclaiming "No Catcall Zone" and "No Catcalling Any Time" are cropping up in Manhattan and Brooklyn.
Clothing company Feminist Apparel placed more than 50 such reminders around the city with messages modeled on traditional New York City street signs, with some adding bizarre graphic stick figure imagery.
"We timed the putting up of the street signs in accordance with Anti-Street Harassment Week, with the goal simply being to raise awareness of Anti-Street Harassment Week and create some further dialogue surrounding the issue," Alan J. Martofel, a production coordinator at Feminist Apparel, told Mic by email.
The project was launched in collaboration with the Philadelphia-based Pussy Division, which Martofel describes as a "feminist guerrilla collective." Together they hope to have at least one sign up in every borough of the city by the end of the week.
The issue of catcalling and other forms of everyday sexual harassment women face received new attention after video of Shoshana Roberts being catcalled while walking in New York City went viral in 2014. Roberts, an actress who is also trained in martial arts, told the Guardian she still found the experience terrifying.
"We need to tell these people, 'Stop doing this,'" she said. "It can escalate so quickly."
That escalation can often take the form of physical violence. In 2013 a 14-year-old Florida girl was choked until she lost consciousness after she refused the advances of her harasser. Last March in Chicago, a Chinatown resident was followed by a convicted sex offender who then broke into her boyfriend's home and raped her.
In a survey involving over 800 women, all but three said she had experienced some form of street harassment, with more than a quarter reporting they had been assaulted by a stranger in public.
Some, like those at Fox News, don't think catcalling is a very big deal. "Let men be men," Kimberly Guilfoyle guffawed with fellow co-hosts. But she's wrong; it is a very big deal, and society cannot hope to tackle larger issues of sexual assault if it allows casual harassment to go unpunished and unnoticed every day.
h/t Gothamist


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Congress extends support to 'chakka jam' called by farmer unions
NEW DELHI: The Congress on Friday extended support to the countrywide 'chakka jam' called by farmer unions on February 6, saying party workers will stand shoulder to shoulder with farmers in their protest.
The Congress also hit out at Union Agriculture Minister Narendra Singh Tomar, who defended the three new farm laws and criticised the Opposition while speaking in Rajya Sabha. Whatever the agriculture minister said was "not only totally bereft of facts" but also "grossly objectionable", the party claimed.
Farmer unions on Monday had announced 'chakka jam' on February 6 when they would block national and state highways for three hours in protest against the internet ban in areas near their agitation sites, harassment allegedly meted out to them by authorities, and other issues.
Congress general secretary (organisation), KC Venugopal, said the party fully supports the farmers' movement and appeals to the government to climb down from the "high horse of false and misplaced pride", and accede to the justified demands of the farmers by repealing the three farm laws.
On February 6, when the farmer organisations will hold a three-hour nationwide 'chakka jam' from 12 pm to 3 pm in a non-violent and peaceful manner on the national and state highways, the Congress will extend its full support to farmer groups, Venugopal said in a statement.
ALSO READ| Discipline, mantra of unions ahead of Saturday chakka jam
He said that Congress workers in solidarity with the protesting farmers will stand shoulder to shoulder in this "symbolic and Gandhian" way of protest. Venugopal noted that farmers' organisations have already exempted emergency and essential services from this protest. "Joining in the spirit, Congress workers will take full care that the ambulance services, school bus, elderly, patients and women and children are not inconvenienced due to the bandh call," he said.
Venugopal said that this farmers' movement, which is being steadfastly supported by the poor, farm labour, SCs, STs, OBCs as well as every "right- minded Indian", is not only aimed at protecting agriculture and farming but also saving the public distribution system.
"However, the power drunk Modi government is trying every mean trick of the trade to tire out and defame the protesting millions. Even today, the Union Agriculture Minister (Narendra Singh Tomar), while speaking in the Parliament, blatantly tried to mislead the House and the nation," Venugopal alleged.
It is public knowledge that the farmers' organisations have held eleven rounds of talks with the government during which they provided point-wise detail of the deficiencies and lacunae in the three laws, "consequent to which even the government has openly agreed to bring about as many as 18 amendments to the said laws", he said.
"In the light of this, whatever the agriculture minister said today in Parliament is not only totally bereft of facts but is grossly objectionable," Venugopal said.
Intervening in the debate on the Motion of Thanks to the President's Address, Agriculture Minister Narendra Singh Tomar alleged that farmers were being misled by the Opposition and the agitation was only in one state.
Hitting out at the government, Venugopal alleged, "Driven by the sole motive of benefiting its corporate cronies and steamrolling the laws by the brute force of parliamentary arithimatical majority, the government neither consulted the opposition parties nor took any farmers organisation in confidence, before enacting the laws."
ALSO READ| Barricades, internet suspension can't dampen spirits, say farmers ahead of Saturday's 'chakka jam'
Thousands of farmers have been protesting at Delhi's borders with Haryana and Uttar Pradesh demanding the rollback of the Farmers' Produce Trade and Commerce (Promotion and Facilitation) Act, 2020, the Farmers (Empowerment and Protection) Agreement on Price Assurance and Farm Services Act, 2020 and the Essential Commodities (Amendment) Act, 2020.
The protesting farmers have expressed apprehension that these laws would pave the way for the dismantling of the minimum support price system, leaving them at the "mercy" of big corporations. However, the government has maintained that the new laws will bring farmers better opportunities and usher in new technologies in agriculture.
Farmers' stir: UN Human Rights calls for 'maximum restraint' by govt, protesters
'Freedom of speech not unlimited': Uttarakhand DGP amid uproar over 'anti-national' content scrutiny


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However…. My problem is that she absolutely is fearful of getting on the leash to go for her morning and afternoon walks that last anywhere between 20-45+ minutes. It's like she knows it's coming and cowers/pouts. I try to put the leash on and just walk in the backyard/house and she's totally fine, but going through the front door is a chore. The first couple days we had her she was exposed to some fireworks on a walk that were very very loud and ever since then she is pretty skiddish about loud buses/diesel trucks/construction noise near the house. Inside the house – fine. Backyard – alright, looks around at super loud noises and then proceeds to keep playing. We live in a busy neighborhood with lots of distractions and new houses are going up each day. I am doing my very best to remain calm yet assertive and even give her treats when we pass an object that gives her the shakes. Her whole body trembles. It's really sad and makes me feel terrible because she NEEDS to go walk to get pushed through some of these issues, but I can't help but think I may be making everything worse. 🙁 Sometimes she tries to run/escape away from me, but eventually settles back in with a "come". It is taxing as I know she needs her walks along with some off-leash fun in the yard and neighborhood dog park, but the walks are difficult to start. I also know she is only 8 months old and has only been in our home since Dec. 29th. I'm running out of new ideas.
My advice to you would be to temporarily suspend your desire to take Charley for a walk and find ways to exercise her with games and enriching mental activities (lots of examples can be found on Youtube). Start with desensitizing very gradually (without eliciting avoidance) to the act of leash clipping leash (with professional guidance). If she runs away at the mere sight of the leash, that would be where you would start, not with attaching the leash to her collar. If she is not afraid of car rides, try taking her to a different neighborhood or a park for walks, but only if she enjoys it.
Hope this helps steer you and Charley in a positive direction.