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© Dorothy S. Neagle
My Sister Teaches Me The ABC's
By Anne Templeton • May 2011
My nephew is named Jesus. No accent mark over the u. Just plain Jesus. I've never met him. He was whisked from my sister, still wet from the gentle wash of her womb, into the loving arms of the state before anyone could say, "Holy mother of God."
When I was six, Sophia lay with me on our parents' bed and taught me how to color in a coloring book. Lying there on the puffy navy blue comforter, beneath the curved birch headboard, I felt as if we were on a raft at sea, going to where the Wild Things were. Sophia took the book from me. "Look." She held up a crayon. "You draw your own line inside of their line. Like this." She demonstrated with the aqua crayon, tracing the black line of the cartoon boy's sweater. I concentrated. "Then you just color inside your line. That way you'll never go outside."
Sophia called from Berkeley, ostensibly to wish me a happy eleventh birthday. If I was eleven, she must have been twenty.
We had a cream-colored wall-mounted phone, its cord gray with dirt. I waited for my mother to finish her conversation with Sophia and hand the receiver to me, but she never did. "We were just going to leave to take Anne to her birthday dinner," Mama said into the phone. "Oh, Sophie, what do you mean?" Long pause. "I don't know what you're talking about." The long, curly phone cord stretched out straight as my mother walked from the kitchen into the laundry room, where the concrete floor had stains from all the times the washer had overflowed, rings overlapping each other like the foam marks of waves on sand.
My father sat at the table with me, rapping his keys on the surface. "Do you want to talk to Daddy?" Mama asked. She came back to the kitchen and handed the phone to my father. "We might not be able to go to dinner," she said to me in a low voice.
"Are you out of your goddamned mind?" my father yelled into the phone. "Jesus H. Christ, we're coming to get you!" Pause. "I don't care if it's Anne's birthday. There are no goddamned aliens." He handed the phone back to my mother, and the curly cord swung like a pendulum after she hung it up. I went into the living room, where I would spend the rest of my eleventh birthday alone, eating Apple Jacks cereal for dinner, waiting for my parents to return home with my big sister.
Before, she took LSD, mushrooms, pot.
Now she takes Haldol, Seroquel, Cogentin, Thorazine.
Extrapyramidal Symptoms
A technical term for a patient's inability to remain motionless. Sometimes the result of long-term antipsychotic-drug consumption.
Sophia has "pill-rolling" tremors, her index finger and thumb bumping and smoothing each other, her hands and feet and fingers always swatting, kicking, jerking.
Until my sister was twenty-three, my parents were her conservators, paying all her hospital bills and managing her meager Social Security income. She lived in her own apartment, with our parents paying the rent. It was only blocks from our house and, like all Sophia's apartments, always smelled sour and exotic, as if milk and curry had done something bad together in a corner. Sophia thought our parents were stealing money from her, and eventually they let the county become her conservator, giving up the right to direct her medical care.
It seemed unfair: she went crazy, and people took care of her; I stayed sane, and I had to work.
Guilt (A Partial List)
My mother favored me, and everyone knew it.
I am only neurotic, not paranoid schizophrenic.
I took drugs, and nothing bad happened to me.
I don't visit her often enough.
I don't remember which year she gave birth. I also don't know who fathered her baby. (She said it was God, or another patient, or perhaps both.) I wonder whether she tongued her forced birth-control pills or if they simply failed. I should know all of this.
I used to hope for a cure, but now I hope only that she'll die painlessly.
Sometimes I use her illness as an amusing conversation starter.
Sometimes I use her illness as a way to be a victim.
As a nurse I've spent much of my life inside hospital walls. I feel at home there. I know the smell of an acute-care hospital — disinfectant and death and deodorizing air freshener — in comparison to the smell of a long-term-care hospital: sweat and urine, the scents of the senselessly alive.
Sophia lives forty miles from my home in a long-term-care facility. She has curly gray hair, on both her head and her chin. Sometimes someone shaves her, but most days it looks as if she had two tarnished nickels on her jowls.
When I visit her, I become a child again. I'll always be nine years younger. Her almost toothless mouth yaps continually that I am bad, stupid, wrong because I don't believe her hallucinations. She senses my unspoken disbelief and continues her attacks: "No one ever cared about you, Anne. You were an accident." I know she is saying this because our parents treated me with care — or, at least, more care than Sophia wanted them to. Sometimes she calls me "Nurse Ratched," after the sadistic head nurse in One Flew over the Cuckoo's Nest.
But the last time I visited her, Sophia asked me suddenly, "Do you want a job?"
"You mean here?"
She nodded vigorously, eyes wide. I'm unsure why she wanted me to work there. It's possible that she craved connection. It's also possible that she thought I would grant her favors. Or maybe a little of both.
"No, no," I said. "I have a good job at another hospital." I actually work at the same hospital where Sophia was first hospitalized when I was eleven. When I started working there, I didn't even recall the building from the outside, and I felt only a hint of recognition as I strolled the halls. Anticipating a familiar sight just around a corner, I would be confronted with nothing I remembered. I began to believe that the hospital had torn down the psychiatric unit during the intervening decades. Then a co-worker told me that the psychiatric unit had been turned into the pediatric unit; the day room had become a playroom.
I began to remember: Here was the hall where the doors used to lock loudly behind me. Here was the day room where Sophia would meet us, now occupied by bald children in brightly colored hospital-issue pajamas, wandering around with their IV-pole dance partners, like genderless gnomes.
I'm the night-shift nursing supervisor, overseeing the entire hospital, placating both the staff and the people who rely on us for care. Recently I was called to the emergency room to help with a patient who was on an involuntary psychiatric hold — a legal order to confine a person whose mental state makes him or her a danger. This patient had taken the cord to her heart monitor and tried to hang herself with it. The sea of green scrubs parted as I came in.
"Hi, my name is Anne, and I'm the nursing supervisor."
The patient, who was seventeen and had the beginning of a bruise on her neck, spit in my direction. "I don't give a shit who you are. You. Have. Fucked. Me. Up." She pointed her middle fingers to her temples, in rhythm to each word. "You. Have. Fucked. Me. Up." A nurse behind me made a move with a set of restraints.
"She's a minor," I said as quietly as possible over my shoulder to the nurse, who gave me an angry look. Spit from the patients, disdain from the staff.
"They're telling me to die, ugly bitch. And. You. Have. Fucked. Me. Up."
"Who's telling you to die?"
"They are! They are!" Her arms began to shake on the shiny bars of the gurney. "Let me die." Her irises were indistinguishable from her pupils. For a moment she looked like some memory of Sophia that I had forgotten, some sliver of anger and loss that lives in hospital walls and accompanies me invisibly on my midnight rounds.
Involuntary Holds
There are three types of involuntary hold in California: three-day holds, fourteen-day holds, and more permanent conservatorships, which are renewed annually via court proceedings. And, of course, there are other forces that hold us involuntarily, invisible and inviolable at once.
Sophia thinks that I slept with her boyfriend when I was thirteen.
Sophia also thinks I seduced and had sex with our father, and wishes that she had.
Sophia's facility is similar to a convalescent home, except that all the doors are locked. I tell the woman behind the reception window who I'm visiting. She looks up Sophia's name, then slides a brass key beneath the glass. I use it to open a heavy metal door, and I walk into a wall of urine scent. The smell is so strong that I expect the air to undulate in front of me, like gasoline fumes. This first ward is a unit for the elderly and insane. An old woman with white hair down to her shoulders stares at me, her toothless mouth open, as I walk past. In a few years Sophia will probably be moved to this ward.
I use the key on another door and walk into a ward with people who are just crazy, not old and crazy. I try to blend in, to make myself — and the key in my hand — invisible. A man in a maroon sweat shirt is squatting in the tiled hallway, saying, "Box it up for me, box it up," over and over. A woman in her fifties drags her right leg behind her as she faces the wall, crab-walking. I can't put the key in my pocket because I don't want to make it obvious by the action that I have a key and they do not. In a mock move to pull up my pants, I slip the key into the front of my jeans. The squatting man and the crab-walking woman continue to ignore me.
Sophia has been in a wheelchair for at least ten years. No one seems to know why. The last time I visited her, she heaved herself out of the chair and walked about ten feet to the bathroom. Her gait seemed steady and even. When she returned, she wiggled into her wheelchair again.
"So, what's wrong with your legs?" I asked her. "Why do you need a wheelchair?"
"What's wrong? Let me tell you! In the middle of the night, every night, they come in here and hack off my legs. Oh, it's awful." Her face contorted. "Just awful. Hack, hack, hack. My roommate never even wakes up while they do this. And then they open up my stomach." She held up her round belly with both hands. "And they take everything out. All my insides. Stomach, liver, intestines. Oh, they butcher me like a cow." She shook her head. "And then in the morning they come back. Every morning, just when the sun is rising. They put everything back into my stomach. You have no idea how much that hurts. They stuff it in. And then they screw my legs back on. I don't even know if they're my legs. I don't think they are. But they just screw them on, the way you put a leg on a table. That's what's wrong with my legs."
My mother had transformed Sophia's bedroom into an office after my sister had left home. So when Sophia returned, before she went into the hospital for the first time, she shared my bed. I was eleven, and Sophia ran her hands down my side every night, inching closer and closer to my genitals until she found them. My mother, the sexologist, had taught me about sex by tossing a pamphlet from the doctor's office on my bed when I was seven. Since I was an early reader and had already found my mother's copies of The Happy Hooker and A Study of Prostitution in Mid-Century America, I ignored the booklet, with its simple drawings of fallopian tubes and vas deferens. I knew the word for what Sophia was doing to me, and I knew what I was supposed to do, but the difference between real life and theoretical life was that, in real life, I was afraid to tell my mother.
About a month after the molestation started, when it had become obvious that it wasn't going to stop, my discomfort outweighed my fear, and I resolved to tell. Mama was in her office, where the only window looked out onto a dead garden. A huge metal bookcase divided the room in half, shielding Mama's desk, stacked with papers, from the door. I couldn't see her, only her outline between the shelves. There was no place for me to sit.
"I need to tell you something," I said. "About Sophia. She's, uh . . . she's touching me."
Mama was silent for a long while. I wasn't sure she'd understood.
"You know," I said. "In a bad way."
Silence again. Then: "Yes, I think she told me something about that."
I stood, looking at the black metal bookcase, waiting for her to say more. When there was no other response, and her fingers began to pound once again on the keys of her Underwood typewriter, I turned and left. My mother typed one hundred words per minute, as she was proud to tell anyone. She'd been the fastest typist at the Maritime Commission during the war, the fastest typist she'd ever met. The staccato sound of the keys carried all the way up the stairs to my bedroom — clickety-clack, clickety-clack, her fingers rushing to type words about sexuality for someone else to read.
When I was twelve, I learned that state-run locked wards look almost exactly the way they do in movies, with the doors banging shut loudly and permanently, like prison doors. Whenever we visited one, I worried that I would somehow get separated from my parents, and the nurses would think I was a patient.
Psychiatric hospitals smell like a locker room where the janitor is on strike. Only the most basic needs of the residents are met. Teeth with cavities are removed rather than repaired; clothes are handed out from some bag that even Goodwill has cast off, filled with stained red sweat shirts and tiger-striped pants, everything too small or too big. Patients do the "Thorazine shuffle," a kind of depressed dragging of the feet that barely propels them forward. Sometimes, inexplicably, a patient will scream, and the nurses will look up briefly. It takes more than a scream to set their feet in motion, though, and when they do move to patients' sides, it is usually to admonish them to be quiet, not to comfort them.
I remember visiting Sophia at Napa State Hospital, where she was held in the maximum-security ward. I was sixteen. During the ninety-minute car ride, my father chatted with other ham-radio operators on his mobile radio. When we arrived at Napa, my mother got out of our Volvo station wagon first, telling Daddy to hurry.
The hospital looked like an asylum from a horror movie. There was a steeple, and every window had bars across it. We went into the lobby, where a receptionist asked if we were carrying any pencils or pens or pocketknives — to a patient hell-bent on hurting someone, especially herself, a pen is as good as a razor blade. The woman pushed a button and told us to follow the white-tiled hallway to another door. Then, finally seeing me, she asked, "How old are you, hon?"
"Sixteen."
"Oh. Sorry. You have to be eighteen to visit." The woman shrugged. "It's the rules." And so, just as on the night Sophia went crazy, I waited. No Apple Jacks this time, just three-year-old Reader's Digests and a blue plastic seat digging into my thighs.
After a few weekends the receptionist began to allow me into the wards. There were no cells with padded walls and high windows, but there was a glass-enclosed area for the nursing staff, as if they were zookeepers and everyone else — patients and visitors alike — were the zoo's residents.
I spent almost every weekend of my adolescence visiting Sophia in some mental hospital or another, most of them hundreds of miles from our home: Napa and Patton and Coalinga. She was moved repeatedly for no apparent reason. Sophia mostly refused to speak to us, sitting mute through our half-hour visits in the cafeteria, taking small sips of water from a plastic cup and only nodding her head yes or shaking it no to direct questions. She didn't speak to us — or to staff, or her psychiatrist — for almost two years.
My mother died when I was forty-five. When I called Sophia to tell her of our mother's death, she said, "Ding-dong, the witch is dead," and I felt so angry that I didn't even ask if she wanted to attend the funeral. Let her grieve on her own, I thought, with all the other crazies. I have that power in our relationship. I hold the keys now.
Our parents were both only children. We have no aunts, uncles, or cousins. All but one of my grandparents died before I was born, and my father's mother died when I was young, before Sophia went crazy. My father died of a heart attack when I was twenty-two.
Now I'm the only one left to visit Sophia. I drive forty miles to her locked facility about once every three or four months. There's not a lot to talk about with a paranoid schizophrenic who hasn't lived in society for decades. She doesn't read books or watch films, has never owned a CD player or a cellphone. So we end up talking about her legs.
Shortly after my eleventh birthday my father disappeared into the garage, where he surrounded himself with ham radios, reemerging only to yell at me, it seemed. He'd accuse me of deliberately setting the table with the butter knife he hated, or of making the cat shit in his shoes. I was a disappointment, the reason he stumbled on the steps or overslept. The whole house was awash in blame, and although I wasn't always the one at the end of his accusing finger, I was his target often enough.
I thought that if I were a better, kinder, smarter daughter, he would become like everyone else's father. "He hates me," I would cry to Mama, and she would say, "No, no, he loves you. He just can't help his moods." She tried to explain him to me, to help me forgive his volatility: "Imagine being raised by a crazy mother. It couldn't have been easy for him."
Some people remember their parents arguing about infidelity or money; I remember my parents arguing about who was to blame for Sophia's insanity. My father's mother was crazy, my mother said, and Sophia's illness was his genetic legacy. My father said Sophia's insanity was due to a lack of maternal affection. It was a nature-versus-nurture debate, right there in my own living room. I didn't care who was right. I was too busy worrying that one day, with no warning sign, I'd find myself on a phone, begging my parents to save me from the aliens that lived in my closet.
Mama wasn't as compassionate toward Daddy after they'd fought. Instead she would ask me to kill him for her. It was a game we played, a dance we danced. Mama would cry, and I would comfort her, repeating to her how mean he was.
"He's sick, a sick man," she'd begin. "So angry." The tears would drip off her nose. "I just can't live like this anymore," she would say.
That was my cue to say, "You should divorce him. Please. I hate him."
Her response was always that she couldn't afford a divorce. "We'd be poverty-stricken, just like I was growing up." She'd look at me, the tears starting to ease up. "You don't want to be poor. You'd hate it." I'd imagine myself as a beggar girl reduced to rags.
Then she would propose her solution: "You could just smother him with a pillow, and I'd tell people he died in his sleep. And if you got caught, you wouldn't go to jail, because you're a minor."
I would play along, sketching the scene with her: me sneaking into their bedroom in the middle of the night, laying a fluffy pillow over his snoring head, and pressing down, down, down, until his struggling ceased.
Her tears would end, and we'd talk about something else, spent and sated by the secret story we'd spun.
I remember the last time she asked me, one awful August day, out in the summer-yellow yard. "I'd never ask Sophia to do this," she said. "She'd tell Daddy. I know that I can trust you. You hate him as much as I do. He can't help who he is, but he's never going to change."
The grass was dead, the sparse trees brown with the valley heat. The two of us sat on aluminum lawn chairs with green-and-white polyester webbing. I remember my mother's desperate tone of voice. I was sixteen; she'd been cajoling since I was eight. But even though my hatred of my father had grown with age, so had my uneasiness with the idea of murdering him. Even talking about it was beginning to feel wrong. But I based my opposition that day on a practical matter: I protested that I didn't think I was physically capable of holding him down while he suffocated.
I don't believe she was a bad mother. She took me to see plays in San Francisco, whereas many of my classmates never left the county. She told me that my father's abuse wasn't acceptable. She taught me to read the New Yorker and the Nation, gave me a legacy of intellect. She wasn't trying to do me harm. She was trapped in an unhappy marriage to a raging, inconsistent man, and she turned for help to the one person who loved her unquestionably: me.
I explain her actions, and I forgive them. That is who my parents shaped me to be: an explainer and a forgiver. It could be worse.
Sophia met my ex-husband, Lester, when I was still married to him. She's also met my new spouse, Catherine. She came on to both of them.
My sister remembers my childhood better than I do. She can tell me the name of the restaurant we used to frequent. I barely remember the restaurant at all, let alone its name. I seem to lose an old memory for each new one I add, as if my mind can retain only a finite amount, forcing me to sift and choose. Sophia, on the other hand, can render scenes from our past that I could never recall on my own, because she has so few new experiences to add to her meager supply of old ones.
Remembering can also mean to re-member. Our past is dismembered by time, but my sister's recollection re-members it. She re-places us into the parts we once played: Mama in the Studebaker, driving to Mexico with the rest of us as hostages to her frantic freeway chauffeuring; Daddy rolling, laughing so hard he cried, on the newly seeded grass with our neighbor's basset hound; herself on her friend's sailboat, her fine curly hair whipped to cover her eyes like a blindfold; me as a toddler, munching dog biscuits in the spacious cabinet under the sink.
Sophia's memories are so sharp, so detailed — in contrast to her delusions, which are cloudy and vague — that I have made them my own: the Studebaker was gold; Daddy wore his white leisure suit; I yelled at the dog to stay away from the dog biscuits I was eating. I am relying on an insane sister's recollections for a portrait of my past.
© Bill Emory
Saint Sophia D'Illuminati Gnosis
This is how my sister signs her name.
I tell people that I fell into my profession by accident, choosing to go to nursing school after I'd dropped out of college. That story discounts the opportunities that nursing has afforded me: to worry about others' well-being while overlooking my own; to keep my distance from my emotions while focusing on the horror that surrounds me. I am comfortable with other people's tragedies. I cry for parents who lost their toddler to a tumor. Please, let me pour my compassion onto you, so that I don't have to think about myself, so that I can pay no mind to those people behind the curtain — Mama, Daddy, Sophia, me.
No one gives me my sister's medical information, but nurses have insinuated to me that Sophia is diabetic. Nevertheless I have more than once brought her a half pound of See's chocolates and watched as she ate all of them. It is not that I want to kill her, only that I believe her life has no meaning.
Vesepheron
Sophia was in a board-and-care home for five years, a place that offers more freedom than an institution. Able to leave on a day pass, Sophia would traverse the city on a bus before returning to that nondescript house. One evening, though, I received a phone call from a social worker, asking if I was related to Sophia. My sister had spent the previous night rolling on a neighbor's lawn, naked, and the police had brought her to the county psychiatric-crisis center.
Catherine and I went to visit her. It had been several years since I'd been in a mental institution. The plush carpeting, the beautiful shaded green windows, and the palatial dining room that doubled as a visiting area were a stark contrast to the aging, yellow-tiled buildings of the past.
"This place is nice," I said.
Sophia shrugged. She was wearing a salmon-pink sweat shirt — not a good color on her — and a pair of white sweat pants with brown bloodstains on the back. She eyed Catherine, then coyly smiled and lowered her lashes.
At the table next to us, a young patient stared at some invisible spot on the wall while his mother jabbered incessantly and tried to spoon food into his closed mouth, and his father gazed sadly at him.
I noticed that no one was smoking. I'd never been in a mental institution without a haze of cigarette smoke. I expressed my amazement at the smoke-free room, and Sophia gave me a look of complete pity. "They don't grow tobacco on the planet Vesepheron, Anne. Vesepheron outlawed it on my behalf." She said this with such condescension that I laughed, and then she added, "It's hard to be a saint."
My mother, when I would badger her, would tell me that Sophia had shown no signs of mental illness until that day in 1970. "She was just weird," she'd explain. In our family weird was normal.
X = A+B∆+4a
I usually bring my sister art supplies: paintbrushes, pastels, watercolor paper. She has a bedside table and a small closet in which to store any personal items. All of her worldly possessions would fit in a grocery bag.
The last time I visited her, there was a stack of papers on the bed, about a hundred pages. I picked one up, thinking it would be artwork. Instead I saw letters and numbers and symbols written in neat lines on both sides of each page.
"Put that down," Sophia hissed.
"What is it?" I asked, placing the sheet back on her bed.
"The CIA has asked me to work on chemical equations for them. I can't say more."
I offered to bring her a book on chemistry the next time I visited. I wanted her to know that someone supported her interests. She tilted her head while she considered the offer. Then she did something she'd never done in my presence before: she had a conversation with an imaginary person.
"She wants to bring me a book on chemistry. In case there's something you can't — or, more likely, won't — teach me." Pause for reply. "Well, I know. She means well." Another pause for another reply. "Oh, she can't help it. She's bright but not that bright."
In the end her invisible conversation partner decided that Sophia didn't need a chemistry book.
Yin Chung's Chinese Express
On one visit I brought Sophia some sweet-and-sour chicken and a brandy-fried chicken drumstick. I made the mistake of arriving at lunchtime, when all the other patients could see that I'd brought food, and they began to gather around our table in the day room.
A woman wearing an orange shirt and bright-yellow sweat pants sat down to Sophia's left. Sophia lifted the chicken leg to her mouth and, with manners born of forty years of institutionalization, let large pieces of meat drop from her lips while she ate. The second she lowered the drumstick to her plate, the woman on her left blurted, "Are you done with your chicken, Sophia? Are you done?"
Sophia, lips still dripping, didn't even turn her head. "Go to your room, Lorraine!" she said, as if she were an angry mother. Lorraine looked at the chicken. Sophia lifted the leg to her mouth again, took another large bite, and returned the drumstick to the plate.
"Are you done with your chicken, Sophia? Are you done?"
"Go to your room, Lorraine!" Sophia repeated.
I secretly rejoiced that someone besides me knew Sophia's name.
Zoo Visitors
My parents shuffled me off to a psychiatrist when I was eighteen, hoping to ward off any mental illness that might have been poised to strike. I've seen a therapist at least a few times a year — and sometimes daily — ever since. When I was twenty, I served my own time in a mental hospital for severe, debilitating depression, a condition that in some form has hounded me ever since. I have spent most of my life recovering from my life.
My parents came to visit me when I was in the hospital. Sophia did not. She was in Coalinga State Hospital, or Napa, or Patton.
The hospital where I stayed was clean and light-filled, a temporary habitat for the temporarily insane. But the day room still had a glass-enclosed area where the staff huddled, watching the patients, just as in every other mental hospital I've ever seen. And there were still rules: we were not allowed to eat in our rooms; we had to make our beds every morning; group therapy was mandatory, even for the patients who, like me, could only stare at the walls, too depressed to cry. In comparison to the many state-run facilities in which Sophia had resided, however, the small unit was sumptuous, the San Diego Zoo compared to a low-rent traveling circus.
Daddy sat straight-backed, angry to be in one more sanitarium. Mama was a hump of sadness in the chair next to him. The only thing I remember saying to them then is, "I'm not in the locked unit." I could leave the hospital whenever I chose, reenter my life where I'd left it. I wasn't yoked to the world of the insane. We sat like three stumps in the tasteful beige visiting area, Daddy with his silver mutton-chop sideburns, Mama with her big pink plastic glasses, and me slumped with depression, all of us remembering the fourth member of our quartet, tethered to her even in her overpowering absence.
Anne Templeton
I deeply identify with Anne Templeton's essay "My Sister Teaches Me the ABC's" [May 2011]. As the sibling of a mentally ill brother, I have struggled with many of the same issues: the fear that mental illness was incubating in me, waiting to come out at a time of stress; the guilt for not being able to do more; the choice of a "helping" profession (I am a social worker) so I can continue to focus on other people's problems rather than my own; the resentment over the responsibility of caring for him.
Her last sentence resonates most of all: "We sat like three stumps in the tasteful beige visiting area . . . all of us remembering the fourth member of our quartet, tethered to her even in her overpowering absence." My family is in many ways defined by my brother and his illness. I have never seen this fact expressed so poignantly and eloquently.
Eve Fisher San Francisco, California
I commend The Sun for showcasing writing about the impact mental illness has on families, particularly the essays "My Sister Teaches Me the ABC's," by Anne Templeton [May 2011] and "Not Suitable for Children," by Doug Crandell [July 2011]. I am humbled by both writers' courageous, eloquent, honest, and, above all, compassionate voices. They illuminate a world that has been in the shadows far too long.
Melinda Blum Los Angeles, California
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Written by Nicki Jameson
On 9 September, prisoners across the US marked the 45th anniversary of the historic Attica prison uprising in 1971 by commencing a series of strikes and actions which is continuing as we go to press. Nicki Jameson reports.
This wave of protest is the most widespread expression of discontent and resistance to hit the US prison system since the 1970s; however the mainstream press has been largely silent about it. Alternative news website The Intercept, one of the few news sources to report on the strike, described the prisoners' demands as follows:
'...inmates are protesting a wide range of issues: from harsh parole systems and three-strike laws to the lack of educational services, medical neglect, and overcrowding. But the issue that has unified protesters is that of prison labor – a $2 billion a year industry that employs nearly 900,000 prisoners while paying them a few cents an hour in some states, and nothing at all in others. In addition to work for private companies, prisoners also cook, clean, and work on maintenance and construction in the prisons themselves.'
Corporations such as Walmart, McDonald's, Victoria's Secret, Nordstrom's and AT&T Wireless are among those taking advantage of the captive workforce, while, according to the Free Alabama Movement, 4,400 prisoners are employed by the California Department of Forestry and Fire Protection to fight fires.
Prisoners are calling for the repeal of an exception in the 13th Amendment to the US Constitution, which bans slavery and 'involuntary servitude' except 'as a punishment for crime whereof the party shall have been duly convicted'.
In the US there are some two million prisoners, housed in federal and local prisons, and to call a strike across such a huge constituency was always going to be a mammoth task. In the months prior to 9 September, activists from the Incarcerated Workers Organizing Committee, Free Alabama Movement, Free Ohio Movement and a range of other groups inside and outside prison employed a wide range of tactics to publicise the strike and encourage participation. This resulted in prisoners in 24 states and 40 to 50 prisons pledging to join the strike.
Confirming exactly how many prisoners have participated is not easy but prisons at which strikes and other actions have been reported include: Holman, Alabama; Otisville Correctional Facility and Nassau County Jail, New York; Central California Women's Prison; Columbia and Jackson, Florida; Kulani, Hawaii; Federal Correctional Institution, La Tuna, New Mexico; Lucasville, Ohio, and other prisons in Michigan, and North and South Carolina.
As of 13 September, prisoners in at least 11 states and 20 prisons were continuing the protest according to outside supporters in Alabama, and on 21 September Brian Sonnenstein wrote on the Shadowproof website that 'Lockdowns, inmate suspensions, and full-unit strikes lasting at least 24 hours [had been] reported at 31 facilities, housing approximately 57,000 incarcerated people.' On the same day Russia Today reported that at least 24,000 prisoners in 40 prisons had been involved to date.
Retaliation against strikers is also hard to track, but outside advocates have reported strikers being threatened with dogs, rubber bullets and pepper spray, and prison organisers being put in isolation to make it even harder for information to come out. In one instance, at Ohio State Penitentiary, Siddique Hasan, a well-known prison activist and organiser with the Free Ohio Movement, who is on death row for his role in the 1993 Lucasville prison uprising, was accused of plotting to 'blow up buildings' on 9 September. Supporters reported that he was put in segregation and denied access to the phone for nearly a month before the strike in a deliberate effort to prevent him from communicating with the outside world about the protests.
Victory to the US prison strikers! End prison slavery!
For more information on the strike go to: https://itsgoingdown.org/defend-the-strike/
To read about the Attica uprising see FRFI 107: www.revolutionarycommunist.org/britain/ police-prisons/2299-attica-40-anniversary
For the background on the Lucasville uprising see FRFI 202: www.revolutionarycommunist.org/britain/police-prisons/1702-free-the-lucasville-five-frfi-202-apr-may-2008
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"They have to kill me.
It's an honor, they love God more than me. They have to do this.
I mean, why is it that this seems to be such a foreign notion amongst the Valiant Holy Crusaders of American KulturKampf?
Why is it that they are more committed to the idea of trying to show that they are not-astroturf, than they are to slaughtering the unbelievers, apostate, and hell spawns of liberalism?


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Q: Nodemon and PM2 on VPS I have a nodeJS app and I developp it with nodemon to restart everytime something change. So my package.json is like :
"scripts": {
    "test": "echo \"Error: no test specified\" && exit 1",
    "start": "nodemon server.js"
  },

But on production I have PM2. So do I need to keep nodemon with PM2 ? Because in my mind they do the same thing, I can --watch file with PM2 to restart automatically if anything change.
If yes, do I need to make a script for production (no nodemon) and another for dev?

A: You shouldn't need nodemon if you are using PM2, as you had stated, they are doing the same thing.
Nodemon is really more a development tool in my opinion, not to say you can't use it like this but most prod stacks will probably want to have clustering so pm2 would work better.
So..
local environment - Nodemon
Prod - PM2 (clustering etc)
So in your ecosystems file, just set the watch flag then pm2 ecosystem file and you should be good to go..

A: I have a similar use case. I have a node.js application, app.js. I want node.js to automatically restart the application anytime the file app.js changes.
I had previously started my application with pm2 start app.js.
To accomplish the above, I simply entered the command pm2 retart app.js --watch.
The --watch parameter is documented here.
My environment: Ubuntu 20.04, node.js 14.19.1, pm2 5.2.0.
I did not install nodemon. Pm2 alone did the trick.

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One observable attribute of all life forms is that they produce electrical and electromagnetic fields. Within your body, there are many different energy fields that can be observed all the way down to your organs and the insides of your cells. If someone were to measure and compare the fields of your heart and your brain, for instance, they would find differences between them.
These fields respond to different stimuli. You might have seen the glass balls at the mall or science museum that have little electrical bolts inside them. When you touch the ball, the electricity moves in reaction to your hand. In a similar way, your body reacts to mental ideas and physical events. When experiences happen in our lives, our body's electrical fields can be affected in a detrimental way that can manifest undesired moods or health, which in turn, can beget more of a downward spiral if continued unchecked.
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Sailing For The Less Abled
Shotwick Lake Sailing has a policy of welcoming people of all abilities. It is currently on a long path to improve facilities at the club to make it easier for people with varying abilities to take an active part in this wonderful sport.
The following article was written during the opening of the new floating jetty in 2003. Since this time, in association with 'Aquadis', a local swimming club for the disabled, and initiatives by the club itself, three specially designed 'Access' dinghies have been purchased to allow full use of the lake by less abled persons. Please contact us for more details.
PLAIN SAILING FOR DISABLED MARINERS (Article From 2003)
It's plain sailing for all at a Deeside sailing club where special facilities have been introduced to allow people with physical disabilities to enjoy the pastime. Corus Colors Sailing Club (now Shotwick Lake Sailing) has provided a new floating jetty and hoist at Shotwick Lake close to Deeside Industrial Park Zone 4.
Club members have built and installed a concrete ramp and a new three-section jetty to provide safe wheelchair access from the shore to the water. A hand-winch has been fitted at the end of the jetty to allow a disabled sailor wearing a safety harness to be lowered into a dinghy.
The £1250 cost of the galvanised steel hoist was met by a donation from the computer staff at Corus Shotton (now Tata Steel). The Corus Colors engineering business at Shotton fabricated the stainless steel bearing brackets for the hoist. The new £3,000 jetty is built of galvanised steel and recycled plastic.
Club commodore Tony Forster, who is a laboratory services manager at the steelworks, said The club already has physically disabled members but we are now hoping that the provision of these new, improved facilities will encourage more to join in the activities".
The new facilities, together with the recently completed safety boat garage, training room and race officer tower, was opened by Shotton works' manufacturing director, Scott Carr.


Last week I had a brief conversation with one of my colleagues at work about YouTube. The conversation started when he mentioned his teenage sons were focused on YouTube and some YouTube 'stars' rather than watching TV.
The discussion varied about a bit but it did result in me discussing my belief that everyone should do vlogs or film themselves to camera in some way as it's very revealing. I also thought it was worth discussing some of those points here.
I've always been aware, to a degree, that people will follow me when I lead on ideas or when things are difficult on a project and we need to find a solution. I've been half conscious of what this is just based on reading up on how these things usually work and I've primarily pinned it down to trust. I like to think people understand I'm usually going to try and do the best thing rather than the best thing for me and that I'm not going to leave them hanging when things get difficult.
It's been interesting seeing myself on video.
First, let me say I'm in danger of saying something here that people read and then totally disagree with, but here goes. It's been surprising how natural, likeable and, well, sincere I come across on camera. Having seen myself on video (once I got comfortable with it) there is a small part of me that looks at it and thinks…so maybe that's why people sometimes give me the time of day? I can really commit to something, pass on that sincerity and, if I was to admit it, at times, pass that on even if I don't 100% believe in it (albeit it has to be something I don't disagree with).
You also see your mannerisms, tics and whatever else. I've not noticed any shocking ones. I was aware I sometimes look away from people as I'm talking to them. I have wondered at times if this looked 'shifty'. It's interesting seeing it on video, as I similarly look away from the camera, as it actually looks like what it is, me thinking and processing stuff, which actually gives the opposite view, that I've actually taken in and listened to what someone has said!
If there is no other reason, this is why everyone should film themselves talking about stuff, it tells you a lot about how people 'might', and I do mean 'might', be seeing you. If you know how they are seeing you it may tell you why.
I wasn't someone who liked having cameras pointed at me. I was okay getting my photo taken, but it wasn't exactly something I craved. As for having a video camera pointed at me? No, no, no…something to be avoided at all costs. It wasn't something that happened regularly, but if it did, say things related to work, I'd avoid it and not even come close to being the one saying things in front of it or even appearing momentarily on it.
I didn't even like the sound of my own recorded voice.
Now I talk to camera regularly and sometimes find myself walking around people with a camera pointed at myself in public. I still have some trouble with that, but the change is epic. I still find it totally astounding that this now happens and I'm relatively comfortable with it.
It doesn't bother getting my photo taken anymore. Oddly, the need for YouTube thumbnails has had a great impact on this as it involves taking photos of yourself in different ways and with different expressions. I guess you become just a bit more like the generation below me, were getting your photo taken just seems more natural and something that happens a lot more often. I can't be the only one who has noticed the generation below me are all like natural models compared with mine?
Learning the skill of being able to imagine the persona of a 'viewer', look down that lens and passed it so you are speaking directly to them is an amazing skill. It's an amazing skill because it's transferable to public speaking and just general speaking in numerous environments. It's also an astronomical confidence builder to know you can pick that camera up and just do it.
In some ways this is about learning a lot about yourself, but I also think it is a distinct thing in its own right. I guess it also depends on the type of channel you have. There are channels that don't really cover any topics that are going to cause anyone to process or self-reflective on any issues. That's fine, there are many types of channel out there.
At the same time, there are channels that seek to emulate larger channels, but they don't realise that, and strip their content of any narrative or self-reflection creating a hollow version of it.
If you're using your vlog to discuss life issues and more going beyond 'expertise topics' or ' surface topics' it can be very useful, interesting and allows to reflect and learn from your experiences. It is honestly not that much different, albeit one sided, from talking it through with other people.
It's easy for YouTube to consume you and not be the greatest thing for your mental health. This is true for all social media, but YouTube involves putting yourself out there more, it takes a lot more time than other social media channels, it's substantially more creative and when that all interacts with views, likes, subscribes and comments it can get toxic.
It's very hard not to compare yourself with others, especially when you see other channels being more successful and the reasons for it you find totally inexplicable. The trouble is doing so can damage your mental health. It's not unknown for people to back off YouTube because of the potential impact on their mental health.
You become more resilient otherwise it's not a fun journey.
You have to concentrate on your own success, what you enjoy doing and and how that works for you. You can't focus on copying people. You can't obsess over why vlogs with literally no content but a list of things someone did do rather than showing what they've actually done are successful.
This teaches you to focus on yourself. To concentrate on what you think makes great content and try and find that engaged audience. Unless you're wanting fame, fortune and glory that doesn't take much.
This is resilience through liberation.
I can't say if a year from now or five years from now I'll still be running with the YouTube channel. Key to why I do things is if I am learning or growing from it and connecting with people and having new and interesting conversations.
At the moment I am learning about myself and I have a core of people who follow and comment on the channels content and those conversations are invaluable to keeping me fascinated and interested in the YouTube journey.
It's also still growing. Slowly. I'd prefer it to have a bit more momentum, but I'm also not that interested in my views tracking ridiculously behind my subscriber count as that isn't really growth – something else a number of channels miss.
Everyone should give it a go though, you'll learn loads.


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PRSA Georgia Recognized Outstanding Programs and Professionals
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Posted byPRSA Admin November 6, 2016 October 29, 2019
PRSA GEORGIA RECOGNIZES OUTSTANDING PROGRAMS AND PROFESSIONALS
Awards celebration honored excellence in public relations work and industry superstars
ATLANTA, November 4, 2016– The Georgia Chapter of the Public Relations Society of America (www.prsageorgia.org) hosted its annual Awards Ceremony on November 3, honoring excellence in public relations practice and industry leaders for their contributions to the Chapter and the profession. More than 400 professionals attended the celebration held at the Cobb Energy Performing Arts Centre with special guest emcees Karyn Greer, Investigative Reporter, WGCL/CBS46 and Kimberley Kennedy, Host – Atlanta Plugged In, CBS46.
During the ceremony, 75 Phoenix Awards and 69 Awards of Excellence were presented to the programs and projects that represented the best in public relations in Georgia conducted between June 1, 2015 and May 31, 2016. The Best of Phoenix Award was presented to Ketchum on behalf of Hilton Worldwide for "Look Mom… It's #PrettyGreat Travel Hacks."
In addition, several individuals were honored for their demonstrated leadership and contributions to the public relations profession, including:
Hilary Hanson McKean, APR, Partner, Global Leadership Council, Managing Director, Global Practices, Ketchum Atlanta, Dallas & Toronto was inducted into the Order of the Phoenix / PRSA Georgia Hall of Fame. The Order of the Phoenix was established in 1986 by PRSA Georgia to recognize and honor distinguished public relations professionals for their career achievements, significant contributions in the field of public relations and exemplary community service. Chapter members inducted into the Order of the Phoenix also enter the PRSA Georgia Hall of Fame, created in 1988 by the Henry W. Grady College of Journalism and Mass Communication at The University of Georgia.
Bill Bolling, Founder, Atlanta Community Food Bank; Chairman & Senior Advisor, Food Well Alliance received the Distinguished Public Relations Award, which recognizes a prominent Georgian outside of the public relations practice who has made an outstanding contribution to Georgia's regional, national or international reputation through public relations practices and principles.
Lisa Tilt, President, Full Tilt Consulting, received the Luminary Star Award, which recognizes a Chapter member with more than 15 years of experience who has demonstrated outstanding leadership and contributions to the profession of public relations.
Annette Filliat, APR, Communications Manager, Institute of Diversity, Georgia Institute of Technology was recognized with the Shining Star Award, given to a member with eight to 15 years of professional experience and demonstrated leadership within the Chapter.
Sarah Funderburk, APR, Director of Public Relations and Partner, SPR Atlanta, received the Rising Star Award, which honors a member with less than seven years of professional experience who has shown leadership and contributions to the Chapter.
About PRSA Georgia:
PRSA's Georgia Chapter (www.prsageorgia.org) consists of some 900 members throughout Georgia. Its mission is to enhance the profession, provide continuing education and offer networking opportunities for its members.
The Chapter has monthly meetings as well as eight Special Interest Groups (Corporate and Employee Communications, Healthcare, Independent Counselors, Leader Board, Nonprofit, Technology, Travel and Tourism, and Young Professionals) that meet at various times.
The Chapter supports 10 PRSSA (student society) groups at the following colleges: Berry College (Rome), Clark Atlanta University (Atlanta), Columbus State University (Columbus), Georgia College & State University (Milledgeville), Georgia State University (Atlanta), Georgia Southern University (Statesboro), Kennesaw State University (Kennesaw), Savannah State University (Savannah), University of Georgia (Athens), and University of West Georgia (Carrollton).
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PRSA to Welcome Ana Toro into its Prestigious College of Fellows in 2016
PRSA Georgia Recognizes December Chapter Champion Daniel Groce


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Greens blanks Hap Acre; Tel Aviv primed for derby
"My players deserve a lot of credit for this result," says Haifa coach Elisha Levy.
By ALLON SINAI
MARCH 5, 2012 05:57
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(photo credit: Asaf Kliger)
Maccabi Haifa closed to within just four points of second place in the Premier League on Sunday night, beating Hapoel Acre 1-0 on the road courtesy of Eyal Golasa's fifth-minute goal.
Golasa slotted in the winner with a first-time strike from the edge of the area from an Alon Turgeman assist and the reigning champion's fifth win in its past seven matches moved it back within striking distance of Hapoel Tel Aviv in second place, which ensures European qualification.
"We didn't play beautiful soccer tonight, but we played the way we needed to," said Haifa coach Elisha Levy, who was delighted his captain Yaniv Katan got to celebrate his 400th league appearance with a victory.
"Acre is a good team and this is a tough stadium to come to. My players deserve a lot of credit for this result. We made some changes after our poor start to the season and now the team is settled."
Hapoel Tel Aviv can strengthen its hold on second position when it hosts Maccabi Tel Aviv in the much-anticipated derby on Monday night.
It has been a season to forget for both Tel Aviv giants.
Hapoel has won just once in its past six matches, while Maccabi, which is in eighth place, ended a five-game winless streak with a 2-0 victory over Acre last week.
The owners of both clubs arrived in Israel to attend the match, but it is the presence of Hapoel's Eli Tabib rather than Maccabi's Mitch Goldhar which is garnering all the attention.
Hapoel fans have mounted a campaign to oust Tabib over recent months, claiming he is ruining the club.
Hundreds of fans awaited his arrival at Ben-Gurion Airport on Friday holding signs demanding he leaves, but Tabib left through a side exit and will only experience the wrath of the supports for the first time at Bloomfield on Monday.
Monday on TV: Hapoel Tel Aviv vs Maccabi Tel Aviv (live on Channel 1 at 8:50 p.m. )


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Q: copy methods from one class to another (python) so i don't know if what i am asking for is even passable or not, but never the less, i want to do is the following
class A:
    def methodA(self):
        pass
    def methodB(self):
        pass

class B:
    pass

b = B()

b.methodA()
b.methodB()

but the thing is i might going to have so many number of class B objects this is why i want to assign the "A"s methods to the B class rather than to a single object of class B, i found one solution but the problem with it i have to pass the object as a parameter so for example i am going to have something like this
b.methodA(b)
b.methodB(b)

edited
so the reason why i want to do such thing is, i am making a program that will have two python interpreter whose interpreting the same python file, and i want to share objects between them by only sending/receiving the data inside the object along with the object type, so that the other interpreter will only receive the object data along with its type and make new object from class like the B class, and since both of the interpreters  are interpreting the same python file, both of them will have access to the object class, so i don't really have to send the object methods, i can simply make the other interpreter copy it(if it was passable)
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so i will need to assign the methods and removing them in run time, and i won't be able to know what classes are the class B are going to copy methods from, until the code execution finishes

A: You can check Class inheritance or Polymorphism. If you have only one class that should use other's function, Inheritance is better. One will be the child of other. For example, if B will be the child of A, B will have A functions and more. read more at:
Example:
Parent
class Person:
  def __init__(self, fname, lname):
    self.firstname = fname
    self.lastname = lname

  def printname(self):
    print(self.firstname, self.lastname)

#Use the Person class to create an object, and then execute the printname method:

x = Person("John", "Doe")
x.printname()

Child class:
class Student(Person):
  pass

Then you could use Person's functions from Student:
x = Student("Mike", "Olsen")
x.printname()

read more: https://www.w3schools.com/python/python_inheritance.asp

A: You can pass class A into class B, if what you are doing is to let B have functions in A.
class A():
    def method1():
        return 'method1'
    def method2():
        return 'method2'
class B(A):
    pass

B.method1()
B.method2()


*The New York Jets didn't update their roster when he put this together, so they were left out of the table. I went onto the Jets page right before putting this post together and it still has not been updated, thank goodness we have good people on the Chargers.com site.
13 of those players will be starters on Monday Night against the Oakland Raiders.
What do you guys think of having the oldest roster in the league? Definitely don't think of too many good things when people say that we are the oldest team in the league.


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Ninomiya Sontoku (, geboren als Ninomiya Kinjirō (, bzw. ); * 4. September 1787 in Kayama, Landkreis Ashigarakami, Provinz Sagami (heute: Kayama, Odawara, Präfektur Kanagawa); † 17. September 1856 in Imaichi, Landkreis Tsuga, Provinz Shimotsuke (heute: Imaichi, Nikkō, Präfektur Tochigi)) war ein  japanischer Agrarreformer.

Biographie
Ninomiya wurde in eine Bauernfamilie geboren, die in der Zeit seiner Kindheit ihren Besitz durch eine Flutkatastrophe verlor. Im Alter von sechzehn Jahren wurde er Vollwaise und musste für den eigenen und den Lebensunterhalt seiner Geschwister aufkommen. Durch kluge Bewirtschaftung und ständige autodidaktische Weiterbildung brachte er sein Anwesen erneut zu Wohlstand. Er wurde darauf mit der Reform der Besitztümer verschiedener verarmter Daimyōs beauftragt und 1822 von Ōkubo Tadazane zum Lehensherren über Odawara eingesetzt. Seit 1843 stand er im Dienst der Shōgun-Dynastie Tokugawa.

Ninomyas Agrarreformen beruhte auf dem shintoistisch-buddhistisch geprägten Prinzip des hōtoku-kyō (), was bedeutete, dass die Bauern danach streben sollten, die Wohltaten, die sie von Himmel, Erde und Menschen empfangen, zurückzuzahlen. Er forderte dabei die traditionellen Tugenden Ehrlichkeit, Fleiß und Sparsamkeit ein und gab den Bauern durch die Bildung von Kreditvereinen auf Gegenseitigkeit (hōtukusha) die Möglichkeit,  technische Neuerungen in der Landwirtschaft umzusetzen.

Ninomiya genießt in Japan große Verehrung. In der Meiji-Zeit wurden ihm Shintō-Schreine (Hōtoku-Ninomiya-Schreine) gewidmet, zunächst 1894 in Odawara und 1897 in Imaichi, später kamen mehr als zehn weitere hinzu. In den 1930er Jahren wurde er zu einem Vorbild für tugendhaftes Leben in den Schulbüchern, und vor zahlreichen Grundschulen wurden Statuen von ihm aufgestellt – als Schulkind, das Brennholz auf dem Rücken tragend und dabei in einem Buch lesend. Ninomiyas gesammelte Schriften (Ninomiya Sontoku zenshū) wurden in sechsunddreißig Bänden veröffentlicht. Auf dem 1-Yen-Schein von 1946 war ein Porträt Ninomiyas gedruckt.

Weblinks

Literatur
 S. Noma (Hrsg.): Ninomiya Sontoku. In: Japan. An Illustrated Encyclopedia. Kodansha, 1993. ISBN 4-06-205938-X, S. 1093.

Bruno Lewin (Hrsg.): Kleines Lexikon der Japanologie: zur Kulturgeschichte Japans". Otto Harrassowitz Verlag, 1995, ISBN 3-447-03668-0, S. 318-19 ().
Encyclopedia Britannica - Ninomiya Sontoku
Encyclopedia of Shinto - Ninomiya Sontoku
Japanese Currency Yen
Japan Photo Archiv - Ninomiya Sontoku / Kinjirō
 Tomita Kōkei (1814–1890); Yoshimoto Tadasu (1878–1973; Übs.): A Peasant Sage of Japan: The Life and Work of Sontoku Ninomiya (PDF; 11,6 MB); London 1912 (Longmans, Green)

Sozialreformer
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Various Artists ~ For Headspace #1
By ukstratboy / July 11, 2017 / Electronic / Leave a comment
For Headspace #1 is a mammoth fifty-track compilation featuring current and upcoming artists on Jakarta's Tandem Tapes. All proceeds from the compilation will be donated to Headspace, an Australian Mental Health Foundation for 12 to 25-year-olds, in memory of a gentle and much-loved young man who sadly took his own life earlier in the year.
In sobering times, our senses are more attuned to the precious nature of life. Seconds take on greater significance, becoming sharper. Things are put into perspective: sweet thoughts, bitter thoughts, and bittersweet thoughts. Music can help to raise awareness, and the sales of the compilation can provide some much needed financial support to the charity in question.
As you'd expect from fifty different tracks, For Headspace #1 takes in an astonishing number of sounds and styles – ambient, deep techno, drum 'n' bass, violent noise (this one really stands out, its rattlesnake-hissing of static artillery ripping apart the very fabric of reality), experimental music in the shape of bedroom programming, hip hop, acoustic folk…and that's just grazing the surface. If you were to sweep the music up into a single genre you'd have to tag it as experimental, but a detailed review of the music would kind of miss the point.
That being said, this generous selection covers a lot of ground, and it doesn't shy away from conducting its own crazy experiments. A musical rainbow of sounds and styles come together from different parts of the globe in a display of love and unity, and these differing artists bring about a highly eclectic selection which, in spite of the noisy science and the cacophony of spilled chemicals, still has the capability to produce quiet interludes and serene intersections. These tracks provide relief for the spent music before it can build up its energy once again. MaXine's "Serious Panic Attack" sounds like something from Mars Attacks!, with a glowing green synth shooting out, a driving electric guitar reminiscent of a rock solo, and an indecipherable, slow-moving vocal which is lost in translation, with disastrous consequences.
Seahoarse's exhilarating post-rock track "Bruises" has the bubblegum flavor of pop, thanks to the vocals (which are an endangered species in post-rock, it being predominantly instrumental). The dripping storm drains and sewer pipes of "Outside Insides" give off a calming sound, but menacing drones lurk beneath the surface, making it appear less like an underground network of drainage and more like the nexus of Pennywise's lair. "The Zone", by The National Park Service, conjures up the atmosphere of ancient woods. One track appears as completely broken radio silence, but it's still a portal.
Music can heal anyone. Music is therapy and is therapeutic. She can console. She is a friend. Music can help in times of need – constantly saving and recuperating – and she can wrap a loving arm around your shoulder.
Please consider purchasing the album or giving what you can. It will be greatly appreciated. (James Catchpole)
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Oceans: Gulf of Mexico - Aquatic Science with Dr. Rudy Rosen Lesson 12 includes: Which states share Gulf waters? Which other countries share the Gulf? What are some of the industries in the Gulf? How can people in these industries help keep Gulf waters healthy for aquatic life? What influence does the Mississippi River have on the Gulf? What is a hypoxic zone and its impacts? How are hypoxic zones formed? How can they be prevented? What are some of the ecosystems in the Gulf and what kind of organisms would you find in them? How are oil and gas platforms similar to coral reefs? What might you see on a Texas beach? What are currents? What do they do in the Gulf? How can you help marine mammals or sea turtles? What do you think scientist Sylvia Earle meant when she referred to the Gulf of Mexico as America's Sea? What does it mean to you? Aquatic Science with Dr. Rudy Rosen is an on-line video curriculum arranged into 13 lessons in YouTube Playlists that follows the contents of Dr. Rosen's recently published textbook, Texas Aquatic Science. The textbook is published by the Texas A&M University Press and can be obtained at any online bookseller or from the publisher here: http://www.tamupress.com/product/Texas-Aquatic-Science,7918.aspx Each lesson covers a major subject area and is broken down into short sub-topic video presentations. These short videos covering important aquatic science topics can be used by students, instructors in building their own aquatic science curricula, or by life-long learners for self-education. The comprehensive teaching guide and enhancements can be downloaded FREE here: https://tpwd.texas.gov/education/resources/aquatic-science The instructional website is here: http://texasaquaticscience.org/ Dr. Rudy Rosen is a university professor and director of the Institute for Water Resources Science and Technology at Texas A&M University in San Antonio and is a Fellow of the Meadows Institute for Water and the Environment at Texas State University. His bio is here: http://texasaquaticscience.org/rudolph-rosen-author-editor-texas-aquatic-science/ Aquatic Science is a cooperative education project sponsored by The Meadows Center for Water and the Environment at Texas State University, Harte Research Institute for Gulf of Mexico Studies at Texas A&M University-Corpus Christi, Texas Parks and Wildlife, and the National Science Foundation Research Coordination Network for Climate, Energy, Environment and Engagement in Semiarid Regions (NSF-CE3SAR). Additional funding was provided by the Ewing Halsell Foundation and the US Fish and Wildlife Service Sport Fish Restoration Program. Some materials were adapted from or provided by the Missouri Department of Conservation.
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I play the violin, .
In my teens and 20's, I was either at gigs in the audience, or playing them with bands, my folk band, string quartets, orchestras - music was my world.
At the age of 13 I was performing Bach's Double Violin Concerto with my friend, Ros.
It was a hot Summers eve.
As always I got nervous before the concert, awaiting the adrenaline that comes after the show.
We were midway through the slow movement and I mis-hit my high B flat.
I was mortified. I panicked.
I could see my family and friends wincing, willing me to be able to get back into the piece and finish it.
I finished, and left the stage only to sob in embarrassment.
I let my partner down.
But here is what I did - I committed to playing the whole thing again at the very next concert.
I wanted to nail it this time.
Just 2 months later I was back, and hit the high notes perfectly. I face the demon of the Bach Double at 13 and I won.
It;s only now as an adult that I see how amazing it was that I tried anyway. It was an amazing feat for that age.
So, what does that have to do with you, with business, with brilliance?
We all hit the bum notes when we start doing something.
Maybe your first live stream is the B flat catastrophe.
Maybe your first blogs and newsletters are AWFUL ( I know mine were).
Maybe your first product flops, and is met with tumbleweed.
Every time you go back onto that stage you are are winning.
You are trying again, failing faster to really hit the high notes.
Now, I wasn't a dedicated musician. I was good, but I would be found down the pub with the brass section boys rather than practising for 8 hours a day.
And I was fine with that.
Find your level of commitment, and find your fun.
I am in awe of you for getting back up every time.
So tell me, what has your bum note been, and how did you bounce back?
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Shares in the company will be offered at 20 cents each, with up to 25,000,000 being offered through the prospectus.
InPayTech chair Don Sharp said through an ASX listing, the company would be able to grow at a rate of 45 per cent per year. He said the existing client base and relevant stakeholders would have "a higher degree of confidence knowing they have the transparency of a listed company".
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The Most Underrated Game Show Hosts of All Time
Game shows have been a big part of American culture since the dawn of television, and many of their hosts have become household names. However, there are plenty of game show hosts out there who managed to fly more under the radar.
Here we have compiled a list of the most underrated game show hosts of all time. Read on to see if your favorites have made our list!
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William Shatner has been a Hollywood icon since his long-standing role as Captain Kirk in Star Trek and has had plenty of other major roles since then. But did you know that he also did a stint as a game show host?
In 2006 he was the host of Show Me the Money, a game show where players answer open-ended trivia questions to win cash. Only five episodes aired before the show was canceled due to poor ratings, and most people never even knew about this major icon's brief period of playing the host.
Mainly known for her position as co-host on the daytime talk show The View, Sherri Shepherd also landed herself a gig as the host on the popular game show The Newlywed Game.
She hosted the show from 2010 to 2013, but her performance fell short with viewers. She had been stepping into the shoes of the previous host, Bob Eubanks, who seemed to outshine her in audience ratings.
When Drew Carey took over as the host of The Price is Right, he had already made a pretty big name for himself in the world of television. The game show has been highly popular since its debut in the '70s and is still airing today.
While Carey's performance is liked by many viewers, there were also those that stopped watching when he took over the position that was previously filled by Bob Barker.
Johnny Gilbert is a television personality who has appeared on many different game shows throughout the years. His five-year role as host of Supermarket Sweep in the early '90s, however, has got to be one of his greatest roles.
Supermarket Sweep ran from 1965 all the way up until 2003 before ending, but the show gained so much popularity that in 2020, producers decided to reboot the show. The revival follows the traditional gameplay while incorporating more modern technology into the rules, really adding to the supermarket experience!
We couldn't make a list of some of the greatest game show hosts without mentioning Alex Trebek. He hosted the ever-popular trivia game show Jeopardy! For 37 seasons until his untimely death in 2020.
Alex Trebek has become a much-loved icon of the game show world and hosted many other shows like High Rollers, Double Dare, and The Wizard of Odds during his lifetime.
There are quite a few game show hosts out there, but some of them are better rated than others. With this guide, you know some of the most underrated hosts.
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Auto GP is renewed and adapted to the needs of the market, giving life to the edition 2016 of '' Auto GP Formula Open ". The series organized by Enzo Coloni confirmed in track its powerful single-seater Lola chassis-based and driven by a V8 engine from 550 hp, organizing a league in Italy articulated in 6 events with double race.
But it widens the possibility of participation in all the single-seater cars from 2 to 4 liters, in practice from F3 to F1, also including GP2, World Series, F.3000, GP3 and Formula Masters.
With this initiative the promoters intend to pursue two goals: to integrate the grids for Auto GP, which fell in the last period, and allow a large number of owners of powerful cars do not hold them in the garage, but to use them on track to extremely low costs.
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WISCASSET, Maine — Two Wiscasset residents and two people from Brooklyn, N.Y., have been indicted for drug trafficking after drug enforcement agents say they ran a New York-to-Maine heroin pipeline.
Angel Miranda, 35, and Amandalee Ayala, 26, both of Brooklyn, N.Y., were each indicted on one count of Class A aggravated trafficking in scheduled drugs and one count of Class C illegal import of scheduled drugs, according to court documents.
Travis Crowley, 31, and Carol Crowley, 25, both of Wiscasset, were each indicted by a Lincoln County grand jury on two counts of Class B trafficking in scheduled drugs and one count of unlawful possession of scheduled drugs.
Wiscasset police officers arrested Miranda and Ayala during a traffic stop early in the morning of Aug. 9, Maine Drug Enforcement Agency Cmdr. Scott Pelletier said at the time.
Police allegedly seized 21 grams of heroin from the pair as they headed to Maine from New York.
The Crowleys were also arrested Aug. 9 after MDEA agents from the Mid Coast District Task Force, with officers from the Wiscasset Police Department and Lincoln County and Sagadahoc County sheriffs' offices, executed a search warrant at their Wiscasset home.
Pelletier said at the time that agents seized more than three grams of heroin, as well as inositol, a substance the couple allegedly was using to cut the heroin. Also seized were methadone, Suboxone and fentanyl patches — synthetic opioids — none of which were prescribed to the Crowleys, according to Pelletier.
"Agents were able to determine the Crowleys' source of supply for their heroin was two people from New York City," Pelletier said in a release at the time.
Miranda and Ayala each remained at Two Bridges Regional Jail in Wiscasset on Monday afternoon on $50,000 surety or $20,000 cash bail.
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KPMG: Global Manufacturers Lack Supply Chain Visibility Beyond Tier 1 Suppliers
Global manufacturers are putting their supply chains at the center of their business strategies to serve as the foundation for operational efficiency and collaborative innovation, according to KPMG's 4th annual Global Manufacturing Outlook: Competitive Advantage – Enhancing Supply Chain Networks for Efficiency and Innovation, which surveyed 335 C-level executives globally, including 95 in the U.S.
This article first appeared in IMPO's June 2013 issue.
Sourcing closer to market a priority, the recent study says.
Ironically though, many manufacturing executives (49 percent globally; 54 percent U.S.) admit that their companies currently do not have visibility of their supply chain beyond Tier 1 suppliers. Moreover, only nine percent of the 335 global respondents of the 2013 KPMG 2013 survey say they have complete visibility of their supply chains. That number is even lower among U.S. executives, with only seven percent claiming complete visibility.
"Obtaining real-time visibility across all tiers in the supply chain can significantly increase speed to market, reduce capital expenditures, and manage risk," says Jeff Dobbs, Global Sector Chair, Diversified Industrials and a partner with KPMG in the U.S. "Moving toward a demand-driven supply chain is probably the single most important step a global manufacturer can take today."
However, this could prove challenging, as Dobbs points out that "much of the supply chain technology is outdated." In fact, 44 percent of respondents overall say they still use email, fax, and mail as the means to communicate issues about demand in the supply chain. "The winners will be the ones who can network real-time across their entire supply chains, reducing the information lag that costs companies significant time and money," adds Dobbs.
When asked about their ability to assess the impact of an unplanned supply chain disruption, a similarly small percentage of executives, (nine percent global; seven percent U.S.) say they are able to assess the impact within hours. However, the most frequent response among global executives was 1 and 6 days (36 percent) and U.S. respondents most frequently said 1-2 weeks (32 percent).
To help manage supply chain risk and continuity in the event of unanticipated disruptions, executives (58 percent globally; 71 percent U.S.) say they plan to regionalize or localize their supply chains.
Overall, China and the U.S. remain the top sourcing locations, but the report shows that many will keep sourcing closer to their major markets over the next 2 years. Nearly 90 percent of U.S. respondents will increase sourcing in the U.S., followed by Canada (18 percent), and China tied with the U.K. at 13 percent.
Focus on Growth and Innovation
On the growth front, a third of all companies globally and in the U.S., and 47 percent of larger companies (over USD $5 billion in revenue), are looking to pursue mergers and acquisitions over the next two years. In the U.S. specifically, executives indicate that the priority transactions for their companies will be investing in Greenfield opportunities in growth markets, M&A, and innovation driven by enhanced collaboration in the supply network seen as growth drivers.
Manufacturers also maintain that investment in R&D is essential for growth: 38 percent of U.S. respondents expect to invest four percent or more of revenue in R&D and innovation over the next 24 months, which is 20 percentage points higher than the level being invested currently, according to the findings. Seventy-one percent of U.S. respondents say their R&D will largely be incremental, with a focus on enhancing existing products and lines; 29 percent plan to invest in breakthrough innovation — comparable to overall global results.
"As companies step up investment in innovation, whether in search of breakthrough R&D or incremental improvements, they are increasingly looking to their supply network for ideas," Dobbs says.
Innovation Born out of the Supply 'Network'
Just over half of global respondents (51 percent) say that partnerships with suppliers will define the direction of innovation, and over the next 2 years, 57 percent expect at least ten percent of their revenues to come from innovations. Yet paradoxically, the biggest challenges manufacturers say they have with regard to innovation is aligning it to the business strategy (34 percent), and the complexity in collaborating with suppliers and partners (32 percent).
"Supply chain partners will play a critical role in a manufacturer's innovation strategy as part of their investment in R&D," Dobbs adds.
"Mitigating the challenges of collaborating with partners is complex; close familiarity with who your suppliers are and how they operate will certainly help optimize performance."
KPMG's Dobbs believes notable shifts in the way companies are redefining and investing is indicative that manufacturing is on the verge of a "hyper-innovation era. The sector may appear to be slowly evolving, but it is on the cusp of explosive change in the next 3 to 5 years. The prolonged stage of intense competition, modest growth, and a hyper-focus on cost reduction has strongly positioned companies to maximize this next phase of innovation.
"With new data technologies proliferating to enhance partnering, shared efficiencies, and visibility, we'll start seeing some breakthrough and disruptive innovation in manufacturing — not only to the products but also to the process."
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Here at King's Academy, global citizenship is highly regarded and revered. Language is an integral portion of being a global citizen. Graduation requirements at King's include both Arabic and a (for some, second or even third) foreign language such as Spanish, French, or Chinese. Last summer I spent one month living and working in a chalet in Gruyeres where I experienced authentic Swiss culture and received an exceptional education in French. I stayed with a Swiss family that housed tourists in their quaint and cozy B&B, on top of keeping over 40 cows to produce mainly Gruyere cheese. The family spoke limited English, which helped improve my French language skills and my knowledge of Swiss culture. My main reason for traveling abroad was not only to gain more fluency in French, but also to work for my room and board. I split my time between working at their chalet as a farmhand and working at the B&B. It was the most rewarding experience of my life and I cannot stress how important it is to learn a language that is not native to your home country.
My daily life working as a farm hand included early mornings, exceptional scenery, and speaking lots of French! Along with one other farmhand and the Swiss family, I rose around 5am to fetch the cows in the fields after they had been grazing all night. For three hours, I would trek through the Swiss Alps with another farmhand, searching for and herding the 40 cows back to the chalet for milking. After feasting on breakfast and cleaning up, we would nap, rest, or study for two hours. I used this time to go on hikes or speak with others to practice my French. Then lunch would be served, eaten, and tidied up around noon. After this we would repeat the process of herding the cows back to pasture and milking them. The night would end sitting around the dinner table eating delicious food and conversing—in French, of course.
Although I did not take part in an official language program, I had one of the most intellectually and personally enriching experiences of my life. There is vulnerability when faced with a situation where you are the outsider and you can't communicate, but I believe this is a very healthy emotion. This feeling creates more empathy as you can relate to those who are unable to speak the same language as you.
I came to King's Academy through the Arabic Year program, which "offers high school students one year of intensive Arabic language study, Middle Eastern cultural immersion and experiential learning." AY has opened up so many doors that were previously closed at my former school. I have been graced with the opportunity to travel to Turkey, experience homestays, learn more about Jordan, and, of course, learn Arabic. I had previously experienced a small taste of the language when I lived in Jeddah for a year in seventh grade. Through my immersion in the culture, I knew that the Middle East was a place where I wanted to study further. Returning home was detrimental to my knowledge of Arabic. Although my sister (Hannah Ellis '14) and I continued taking Arabic classes during our free time, there is nothing like learning a language in the place where it is natively spoken. We realized that learning as difficult a language as Arabic required us to study in the Arab world.
In my experience, complete immersion is the best way learn both a foreign language and its culture. I am honored to be part of an institution that fosters global citizenship as one of its guiding principles. As the members of the next generation, we must build bridges to connect and unite people, especially at times like these where people are at such large odds. Language is the most basic piece in the puzzle of communication. If we are not able to talk, reason with, and understand one another, conflicts are much more likely to occur.


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