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PHNOM PENH (The Phnom Penh Post/Asia News Network): The area in Ta Sen commune in Kamrieng district of Battambang province is a former battlefield, and was once one of the heavily mined places on the planet.
Thanks to the efforts of a Japanese demining expert – and his former Khmer translator – the area is not only clear of explosives, but has become a famous wine-producing region.
Sok Mean, who once worked as a translator for Ryoji Takayama, a Japanese demining expert, recalled that Ta Sen had the highest number of landmines among all seven communes in Kamrieng district.
In 2005, Takayama launched a pilot project called "Community-Based Demining" in Ta Sen, in collaboration with the Cambodian Mine Action Centre (CMAC). Then he observed that farmers in the area were getting excellent yields from the cleared land.
Mean said the Japanese deminer knew that farmers in the area grew good crops, but discovered that they sold them for low prices in Thailand. Sometimes, in the rainy season, their profits were so low that they were at risk of falling into poverty.
Mean and Takayama then decided they would find a way for the farmers to earn the highest prices they could. They decided that they would process local produce into wine.
In 2008, they began with cassava tubers. Despite their best efforts, they were unable to produce a product that was ready for the local market, never mind internationally. They continued their attempts, and enrolled a villager who had some experience in the field. This produced better products, but they were still not ready to compete with imported products, said Mean.
It was only when Takayama travelled to Japan and returned with high quality yeast that the cassava was ready for export.
Mean said the wine had been praised by a Japanese brewery and that experts had confirmed its quality.
In 2015, the pair formed an enterprise called "Sora Khmer" (Khmer Liquor) and began receive orders from customers in Japan.
As the business grew – with both domestic and Japanese sales expanding – they built a larger winery, with dedicated research facilities to experiment with different local crops.
"To understand the different techniques of winemaking, I visited wineries in Japan. I learned as much as I could from them, and read extensively. Now, the quality of our products in consistently high," said Mean.
He added that since expanding, they urged farmers to grow crops which could be used for wine production. Mean himself owns some plantations which supply the winery.
Currently, their range includes rice, sugarcane, jackfruit and mango wine, as well as their original cassava line.
"When foreign tourists visit Cambodia, they want to taste Khmer products. When they return home, they like to take local products with them. This is one reason my products are so popular with foreigners," added Mean.
Mean said that his wine is sold in supermarkets like Bayon and Aeon, and also in the Phnom Penh, Siem Reap and Sihanoukville international airports.
His main focus remains on quality, with all of his made from organic produce. He grows his own yeast – and mixes it with the yeast he imports from Japan – to ensure consistent flavours.
"There is a lot of support out there for our wines. They sell well in the local market, and we have had enquiries from Japanese wholesalers who are interested in expanding our sales there. They have requested new labels and packaging, and we expect to be shipping more and more bottles to them in the near future," added Mean.
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Arthur Brooks is relinquishing his post as president of the American Enterprise Institute. Having led the conservative think tank for ten years he has decided that it's time to hand over the baton.
To announce his upcoming departure he offered some thoughts on the state of American intellectual life. Obviously, it is bad. It is very bad. We all know, because we see examples of it every day, that far too many American universities have become indoctrination mills, force-feeding students with a single correct opinion, punishing or silencing those who think differently. Increasingly, media outlets have joined the dumbed-down chorus.
Obviously, this refers to those who direct the marketplace of ideas. The worlds of science and technology seem, for now, immune to the lure of tribalism. We face the spectacle of universities and even high schools teaching students how not to think, but how to emote and how to identify as a member of a tribe. Effectively, we saw evidence of it in the student protest marches against guns these last days and weeks.
If there is only one correct opinion, then you need not question or challenge your own. You must accept the tribe's dogmatic beliefs, unthinkingly.
… the competition of ideas is under attack. Many would rather shut down debate than participate in it. Politicians from both parties try to discredit their opponents with name-calling and ad hominem attacks. On too many college campuses, people with the "wrong" viewpoints and ideas are unwelcome. Much of the mass media has become polarized, meaning readers and viewers on the right and left are never challenged in their conviction that the other side is made up of knaves and fools.
Part of this stance is pragmatic—no one has ever been insulted into agreement. Further, we need opposing viewpoints to challenge our own. If we're wrong, the best way to learn it is through challenges from our friends on the other side of the issue.
Why is this awful? If you only care about knowing what you must believe in order to remain a member of your tribe, you will lose the habit of compromise and the habit of negotiation. If you do not know how to consider different points of view on a political or cultural topic and do not know how to find common ground with an opponent and do not know to engage in the give and take of negotiation, what will you do when you are sitting around with your friends, trying to decide where to go for dinner or which movie to see?
If you do not know how to negotiate, you will turn any disagreement into open warfare or high drama. We practice negotiation every day in our exchanges and transactions with friend and foe alike. Either you know how to do it or you do not. If you learn in college that you must never compromise or negotiate, you will be ill equipped to conduct any meaningful relationships.
Anyway, our young American intellectuals, having been disembarrassed of their ability to exercise their rational faculties have been ranting and raving about bigotry, all the while defending a bigot like Louis Farrakhan. And let's not forget the eight year tenure of Jeremiah Wright's protégé in the White House. Did you notice that throughout the Obama years, any criticism or even questioning of the Savior would cause you to be shunned from polite society?
The Obama years seriously damaged Democratic debate because any criticism of Obama counted as blasphemy. Today, any praise of Trump similarly counts as blasphemy. If you were wondering why Gary Cohn resigned from the White House, perhaps the tariff policy played a part, but, if I were to speculate, I would suggest that the weight of public opinion in the higher reaches of New York society pressured him out. How did it pressure him: by telling him, his wife, his friends and family that he was colluding with Hitler. After a while, it gets to you.
Another threat to the world of ideas is arguably even more insidious: mediocrity through trivialization, largely from misuse of new media. To understand this, remember Gresham's law: "Bad money drives out good." If one form of currency is inherently more valuable than another in circulation, the better one will be hoarded and thus disappear.
Famous academics spend big parts of their days trading insults on Twitter . Respected journalists who suppress their own biases in their formal reporting show no such restraint on social media, hurting their and their organizations' reputations. When half-baked 280-character opinions and tiny hits of click-fueled dopamine displace one's hard-earned training and vocation, it's a lousy trade.
If you add this to the point about tribalism, you arrive at the conclusion that the American mind is being dumbed down.
Brooks suggests that social media competition for clicks contributes massively to this dumbing down. Clickbait must be short, pithy and shocking. It need not be reasoned or even well written. It need but engage your mind... like a train wreck. Perhaps more important, it is never really edited.
Imagine that in the past, editors selected what was worth reading and what was worth ignoring. The role of these gatekeepers has diminished with the blogosphere and the twitterverse. Thus, the free market in ideas has become something of a free-for-all, where quality does not necessarily rise to the top. If quality involves thoughtful arguments written in pellucid prose, then the new free-for-all market makes it far more difficult to publish, if not to find such work.
Looking for an immediate stimulus, especially one that affirms your belief and that makes you feel like a member of the right tribe, does not correlate with serious thought or good writing.
Of course, it would be wonderful if the custodians of serious thought and good writing were still at working. In large part they are not. Academic intellectuals, like those Brooks refers to, have often been lured into twitter feuds, the better to express their deep feelings. It would be nice to think that these people are our best and brightest, but, given today's academic world, they are more often been hired for their ideological conformity or to fill a diversity quota. The destitution of the American academy has produced a situation where serious thought has been exiled… to where, we would like to know?
And this impacts the world of the media and publishing. To some extent serious intellectuals are still writing and still being published. And yet, the media requires clickbait and twitter feuds to keep itself alive. Even if leftist media did not want to cover the Trump administration fairly, its readers would simply tune out. Their minds have been so completely taken over by leftist dogma that they will get literally ill if they hear a discouraging word.
And one can only wonder whether the keepers of the media flame are the best and the brightest. In the past, careers in journalism conferred high prestige. Is that any longer the case? How many young intellectuals avoid a career in an industry that seems to be like a sinking ocean liner? How many of those who do join are capable of recognizing serious thought and excellent writing? In part, they judge work by the criteria imposed by identity politics. In larger part, they do not know any better.
This seems to be the one situation where the Left demands yes/no or black/white thinking. LGBTQrstuvwxyz thinking is Right OUT.
"Imagine that in the past, editors selected what was worth reading and what was worth ignoring. The role of these gatekeepers has diminished with the blogosphere and the twitterverse. Thus, the free market in ideas has become something of a free-for-all, where quality does not necessarily rise to the top. If quality involves thoughtful arguments written in pellucid prose, then the new free-for-all market makes it far more difficult to publish, if not to find such work"
I wouldn't put blogs in the same category as Facebook and, especially, Twitter. There is a lot of superb writing on blogs that never would have seen the light of day in the 'gatekeeper' era.
The thing to remember about social media such as FB and Twitter is that you're not the customer. You're not even the product. You the raw material, out of which the saleable products (advertising, personal data) are fabricated.
"Imagine that in the past, editors selected what was worth reading and what was worth ignoring.The role of these gatekeepers has diminished with the blogosphere and the twitterverse."
The problem was that one of the tribes controlled the overwhelming majority of the "Gatekeepers" and only the tribes message was allowed to get out.
And that's how you get Rush Limbaugh and the blogosphere.
p.s. Brooks WSJ article seems freely accessible by clicking on it from their Facebook link. There wasn't much more to the weak comparison to the "hot potato" Gresham's law of inflationary money. But I agree tribalism and echo chambers are good explanations.
Arthur Brooks has been a great advocate, but at the moment in the debate for defending a free exchange of ideas, and breaking up tribal echo chambers, Jonathan Haidt's voice is stronger, like this lecture uploaded this week.
BobJustBob, that's also how and why we now have President Trump.
I think Gresham's law applies. People spend the less valuable money because it is easier to spend. It is there in higher quantities sitting in their pockets, while the valuable stuff sits at home. Same with ideas. The more valuable idea sits in their head because there is a social cost to expressing it. Mouthing the socially unsuppressed idea is easier, and there is no short or long term cost to expressing it.
It is the same as parroting one's professor.
The reason that effort is spent shutting down debate is that it has turned into a game of king of the hill for the left. They have held the commanding heights of accademe for so long that there is nowhere to go but down. They therefore feel that to give up on any point whatsoever is the first step onto a slippery slope.
The left is the biggest opponent of slippery slope arguments because they know them to be true. In a very personal way.


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Benedictine Sisters of Chicago is a Roman Catholic Benedictine congregation of women. It was founded in 1861 by three sisters of the Benedictine congregation of Mount St. Benedict Monastery in Erie, Pennsylvania, who came to Chicago to teach the German-speaking children of St. Joseph's parish. They became an independent congregation in 1872. St. Scholastica's Monastery in Rogers Park, Chicago is the Motherhouse. St. Scholastica Academy was an integral part of the sisters' ministry in Chicago.

Background
In 1852, Benedictine Mother Benedicta Riepp and two sisters left St. Walburga Abbey in Eichstätt, in the Kingdom of Bavaria to establish St. Joseph Monastery in Marienstadt in Elk County, Pennsylvania. As the Congregation of the Benedictine Sisters of Elk County grew, a daughter house was established in June 1856, when Mother Benedicta Rapp and five sisters arrived in Erie, Pennsylvania. It was the first foundation established from the original Motherhouse in America.  The community increased such that it not only became an independent congregation, but in 1860 established its own daughter house in Chicago.

St. Scholastica Monastery
Sisters from Mount St. Benedict Monastery in Erie, Pennsylvania came to Chicago at the request of fellow Benedictine Louis Mary Fink, future bishop of Leavenworth, Kansas. A monk from the Monastery of Saint Vincent in Latrobe, Pennsylvania, Father Fink had previously served as pastor in Covington, Kentucky where two years before he had obtained sisters from Erie to staff St. Joseph's parochial school. Assigned as a pastor in Chicago, he again had recourse to the Benedictine Sisters of Erie to teach the German-speaking children in his new parish of St. Joseph. Three sisters arrived in August 1861 and immediately took charge of the parochial school. They were subsequently joined by sisters from St. Joseph Monastery in St Marys, Pennsylvania.

In 1865, they opened St. Joseph Academy. The school building at Cass St. and Chicago Avenue served as the convent and also accommodated boarding students. The Great Chicago Fire of 1871 destroyed the school, and in 1872, they re-established the academy at Hill and Orleans Streets under the name "Saints Benedict and Scholastica Academy". That same year, the sisters incorporated as the "Benedictine Sisters of Chicago". In 1874, they established St. Mary's Convent in Nauvoo, Illinois, which became a separate congregation.

Needing more room, land was purchased in Rogers Park, Chicago. The Convent and Academy of St. Scholastica relocated there in 1906. This became the Motherhouse of the congregation. In 1924, a new section was added that includes St. Scholastica Chapel. Its stained glass windows depict the hours of the Divine Office. St. Joseph Court, an infirmary for the care of elderly sisters, was built in 1980.

The monastery grounds, totaling more than 14 acres, contain a grape arbor, gardens and a labyrinth. The Academy was an integral part of the sisters' ministry in Chicago. The sisters publish a biannual newsletter, Sacro Speco.

The Benedictine Sisters of Chicago taught at the parochial schools in Chicago, Skokie Waukegan, Illinois. They also established mission schools in Colorado in Breckenridge, Delta, Pueblo, and Salida. St. Scholastica Academy in Canon City served as a day and boarding school for young women from 1890 until it closed in 2001.

In 1977, the sisters initiated an Oblates program for lay people who wish to live out the Rule of Benedict in their day-to-day life as single or married people.

St. Scholastica's, Ridge Boulevard
The Academy, originally called St. Joseph's, opened in 1865 in the convent of the sisters, who also taught at the parish school. It was one of the oldest Catholic academies for young women in Chicago.

St. Scholastica Academy opened on Ridge Boulevard in Chicago in 1907. The Sisters taught girls from grades one through twelve until the 1940s, when it became a high school. The academy enrolled young women from diverse economic, religious, racial and ethnic backgrounds throughout the Chicago metropolitan area. In addition to college prep programs, the school offered the International Baccalaureate Diploma Program for selected students in 11th and 12th grade.  Students scored above the State of Illinois average on International Baccalaureate assessments. The average class size was 15 students. St. Scholastica Academy was the sponsored ministry of the Benedictine sisters of Chicago.

The school had a very competitive sports program, winning seven Regional titles and a District Championship. The team name "Stingers" derived from the sisters' hobby of keeping bees on the large campus behind the school.

It was announced on March 14, 2012, that due to declining enrollment, SSA would close its doors at the end of the 2012–2013 school year. The building is now occupied by an elementary school run by the UNO Network of Charter Schools.

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Private high schools in Chicago
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Opportunity came early in 1993 when he retired from his career and started doing art in his apartment. Within a few months working everyday Bob created several hundred pieces of art using several Medias. Showing his work to several of his friends they were amazed at the quality and artistic expressions. Some of the original work was sold to his friends for little or nothing but being a businessman he photographed each picture and also made negatives for future reproductions that became the basis of his gallery. In 1997 the Patterson collection of art was first displayed in a small gallery in downtown Anchorage, Alaska. The gallery display and a large
area for his art school produced enough income to expand the facility to over 4000 square feet and the largest one man gallery in the state
of Alaska.
The gallery displayed over 500 originals and several hundred edition prints. Artistic products using the library of Bob's art increased the
monetary base. Patterson –art which at the time was called Arctic Winds Inc LLC hired several sales people to create new markets to
increase the monetary base. Sales were growing and the out put of the artist slowed to a trickle due to all the people involved and the
logistics of the operation. Arctic Winds became a partnership and the new capitol helped to increase the advertising and art
manufacturing. The corporation also invested in the internet with a large website utilizing the exposure to enhance the sales. The internet
relatively new to art galleries is very complex and slow to reach the markets that are necessary to increase sales. The website became a
portfolio for all the art and had to be maintained to reach customers listed as clients. This was not a profitable venture and soon it was redesigned to employ new technology and faster presentation.
Arctic Winds invested in limited edition lithographs to cover a large market that was the internet customers. Several series were produced
by Patterson in new areas of art. Totemic art was expanded to put the totems and the real animals together with the legend stories to
preserve and teach the true meaning in the folklore of the Alaska. The series was completed in 1998 and can be expanded due to the
artist research, and many years of study. Other series were created to appeal to our new art markets.
The base core of Arctic Winds Inc. has moved the operations to La Conner Washington including all the inventory and originals. Arctic
Winds Inc LLC was dissolved in 2004 and was renamed Patterson art under the new name Bob's art in now displayed in 43 categories
exclusively on line.
New art products are planned for educational CD/DVD's for children teaching them the tribal art and symbolism plus the legend stories of
the Klans, their history which is being lost. The artist has published two books Northwest Symbolic Realism, and the White Raven which
are available both books have Legend stories along with symbolic images.
Patterson-Art is stepping forward to enhance the portals of new art and fine art so that you can see into the world of this Master artist.
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HOW TO SURVIVE A GRATEFUL DEAD SHOW WHEN YOU LOSE YOUR FRIENDS IN THE PARKING LOT * By Zach Selwyn
My old college friend Bernard (Or "Burner – for reasons that don't need to be explained) called me the day before Father's Day. He had an extra ticket to the 50th Anniversary Grateful Dead concert in northern California. I informed my wife that I would be traveling to the show the following Saturday night.
"Haha yeah right," she said.
"No. I'm going."
"Stop it. Now, what do you want to do for Father's Day? Should we meet the Bartons for brunch? Or do you want to have people over to bar-be-cue?"
"I hate the Bartons," I said. "I want to go to the Grateful Dead."
"Well, take your son with you, don't you think he would enjoy it?"
"Uhhhhhhh…."
I didn't think that was the brightest idea. The smoke and the dancing and twirling was completely mind-blowing to me when I was at my first show at age 18. Back then I was scared shitless. Too many drugs, too many lost souls… too many people having a lot more fun than I was. I told my wife that I'd rather let my son find his own musical path. (Then again, if he's following 5 Seconds of Summer around the country in 10 years I may have failed somewhere.) Plus, I told my wife that a 9-year-old boy does not need to see his 40-year-old dad clink Absinthe cups with a dude in hiking shorts who made Silicon Valley millions by inventing the Nook.
"Do NOT drink Absinthe," she demanded.
"I won't, I promise."
Eventually, I got the green light – and I called Burner back and committed to his 70-dollar ticket. Which I soon found was WAY too expensive for my shitty seats behind the stage where just a few songs into the set a man would face-plant and nearly die on the concrete right next to me.
Recent online ticket prices for the Santa Clara shows had settled at $20-$40 depending on where you were seated, way down from the rumored $1500 nearly a month earlier. This was due to the "Soldier Field Panic Purchase" that nearly every Dead Head and ticket scalper had fallen for when their final two shows of this "Fare Thee Well" concert were originally announced… Thinking the tickets to Santa Clara might be listed at the same price as the Chicago shows, folks bought up dozens of seats at face value, only to find themselves losing money when trying to unload the tickets in the parking lot the afternoon of the show. (Steal Your Face Value, anyone?) Even Burner was left with a handful of tickets that he ended up trading for "pieces" (pipes or chillums), 50th anniversary bandanas, T-shirts and at one point a foot long joint being sold by a spritely blonde nymph out of a giant cardboard box.
$15 super joints from a beautiful blonde girl
Now, a fair amount has already been written about these shows – if you want to hear about the set lists and the fan reactions to Trey Anastasio and the supposed $50,000 "fake rainbow" – go Google that now. This is my personal adventure about smoking a lump of hash with a crazy looking scallywag who was dragging a dirty pet pit bull named "Iko" around on a hemp dog leash – and becoming so cosmically altered, that I managed to lose my friends for the duration of the show long before the first note of Truckin' was even played.
It was a surreal experience to say the least. When I last saw the Grateful Dead in 1995, the crowd was pretty much the same… just about 20 years younger. But now, those folks have grown up. Gone are the days of living in the Vanagon and hopping from town-to-town. The "Only Users Lose Drugs" shirts I used to fawn over had been replaced by at least 25 men happily wearing a t-shirt reading "Grateful Dad." (Thank you, honey for not getting me THAT for Father's Day.)
At least 25 of these shirts at the show.
A vast majority of the well-off crowd could be found eating sushi and sipping wine in the safe "red" parking lot, while the more traditional "Shakedown Street" blue parking lot catered to the jewelry designers, pushers, providers, dealers and, yes, the guys selling veggie burritos. (At $5.00 a steal – considering it was $11.00 for a nitrate-riddled hot dog in the stadium). Bottom line was, it was a very balanced scene. Which is how I went from talking about music with a doctor who lived in Marin County – to witnessing a hippie trade a T-shirt for a Churro – to eventually asking the aforementioned scraggly looking pit bull owner if I could have a hit of his joint.
"It's hash bro," he said.
"Nice," I said.
"Nice," he responded.
I took a long drag from the tightly rolled spliff. It was licorice-like in flavor… and reminded me of smoking hash on a Eurorail with a Spanish stranger during a train ride from Switzerland to Germany in 1996. I exhaled.
"Nice." I said again.
"Real nice," he said and pulled off the joint again.
I stared up at the clouds.
"Nice," I laughed.
"Totally nice," he replied.
We stood and watched the sky for a few minutes. I started to realize that for the past ten minutes, I had managed to keep a totally coherent conversation going by merely uttering the word "nice."
The author, moments after the hash took over…
I shook off my daze and decided to gather myself to find Burner and our other friends and head inside. We were 30 minutes away from the opener and I didn't want to miss it. I looked back at my hash-providing friend and we shared an ever-knowing look of "I'll never see you again, but thanks for the time together." I threw up a peace sign. As I walked away to find my buddies, I heard him utter one final word as a fare thee well to our little session.
Back on Earth, I was suddenly totally confused. Burner was gone. Swirls of dreadlocks and weathered faces engulfed me. I wasn't sure if I should head back to the blue lot and skip the show altogether or saunter forth inside all alone. Like a wilderness-trained tracker, I decided I'd take some photos to document the beauty of the signage and the sky and the colorful people and cars all around me. Scrolling through my camera roll a day later, all I can find is a few pictures of the stadium and a wasted girl passed out on a lawn. I definitely could not find my friends. I was high and wandering… but at least I had a ticket to my seat.
This girl was FINISHED before the show even began
Having lost buddies at concerts over the years, I am somewhat used to making friends and surviving. This was certainly not the first time I had been alone at a Grateful Dead show… In fact, at the LA Sports Arena in 1993 I accidentally left the concert mid-song and walked 23 blocks away until I was lost in a Ralph's parking lot deep in South Central Los Angeles. Luckily, the night cashier slipped me a Fentanyl and called me a taxicab. Once I lost my buddy in Santa Barbara and ended up sleeping in a bush after a Neil Young concert. At the Dead show, however, I wasn't truly worried, because nowadays we are all lucky enough to have cell phones.
I looked down to text my friends. No service. Of course. No fucking service.
I made my way inside and ogled the crowds flittingly dancing along. Anticipating the first note of the show that would send me into another stratosphere. They started with Truckin'. The place went nuts.
Then the guy next to me almost died. His friends pounded his chest until he sat up and they forced water down his throat. Scared and afraid, I went to get a beer. I met some kind gentlemen in the beer line. We spoke about how awesome the show was that we were missing… by waiting in that beer line. I looked around. A girl next to me made sure to use all 9 pockets of her leather fanny pack. At least three guys purposefully wore cargo shorts to show off the "Jerry Bear" leg tattoos they had done in the 90's that they were waiting all these years to uncover once again… Finally, a woman carrying a six-month old baby in what seemed like a paper bag attached to her back came dancing through the crowd. The kid's head bobbled furiously, unstable and terrifying. In Los Angeles, the helicopter moms of Orange County would have screamed, rescued the baby and brought it to the nearest hospital. At the Grateful Dead show, however, grown men laughed and spewed forth dragon breaths of marijuana smoke into the sky as the baby drifted right through the haze. It was absolutely disturbing. I could not imagine my kids in this environment. As much as I would want them to appreciate what the music can do for everybody, the last thing I would want is my kid getting a second hand weed buzz around a group of folks sending wafts of OG Kush into the atmosphere.
A few songs later, I had settled down. It suddenly hit me that I was completely alone and that my conversations with strangers were fun but fleeting. I wasn't making any new friends… I wasn't analyzing every note Trey played… The worst part was, I was barely even seeing the show from my seat behind the stage. I watched the majority of it on a big screen. So, I wandered around and decided to talk to the security guard. His name was Reed.
"What's crazier, a 49ers game, or this?" I asked.
"Well, different crowds, ya know?" He said. "Niners fans drink a few beers and try to look tough. These folks drink 10 beers and dance around like fools!"
"So is this the rowdiest show you've ever seen here?" I asked.
"Oh hell no, the worst was the WWE Wrestling event. I broke up about 30 fights, had to throw a guy down some stairs."
"What's the weirdest show you've ever seen here?"
"Kenny Chesney. Was like a Gay Pride Parade met the deep south."
He shook my hand and walked off.
A few beers later, I was overwhelmed by hippies praying to the miracle rainbow in the sky yelling out things like "It's a gift from JERRY GARCIA MAN!" (If you can imagine a bunch of high people reacting to a rainbow at a 50-Year Grateful Dead anniversary show, it's EXACTLY how you picture it…) The argument that the rainbow has been faked is everywhere online, but in truth, if the Dead had 50K to blow on a holographic rainbow, I would hope they at least should have tried to construct a hologram Jerry Garcia instead. (Shit, I'd have settled for hologram 2Pac.)
As the evening went on, as a way to remember what I was going through, I began dictating voice notes into the "recorder" app on my iphone. These are the translations as best as I could decipher them:
A: I have just spent the last hour hanging with a giraffe
I wasn't tripping. I had spent an hour hanging with a a giraffe.
B: (Me singing a song idea for my band to record in the future) – "Sunday Ticket, who's got my Sunday ticket… man are you with it? I wish I could stop and smell the roses – but the elements of elephants are lost among the doses – I suppose it's the way of the Dead – I suppose it's the way of the Dead" (Then yelling): "WAY OF THE DEAD!!! MY NEW SONG WOOOOOOHOOOOOO!!!!"
C: Hot dogs, nachos, chicken fingers… hot dogs nachos chicken fingers…
D: What hole have these people been hiding in since 1995?
The last note made sense. A lot of these fans were folks who looked like they never recovered from Jerry Garcia's death. They had been in exile, awaiting the return of the Grateful Dead for years, sort of like those Japanese soldiers you read about who were trapped on islands with their loaded weapons unaware that the war had ended months earlier.
The highlight of my night came during the song St. Stephen. I had never heard the tune live – nobody really has – and it lifted my spirits high. For five minutes, the long drive alone had been worth it. So had the hash and the lost friends and the $70 seats. I reached high for the sky and let out primal screams of joy and happiness and thought about my kids, my wife, my career, my goals, my dreams my family. I was genuinely ecstatic. I had found my top of the mountain… It was one of those moments that I remembered having as a kid – worshipping this band for slices of perfection like that – when everybody is smiling and nothing can go wrong. A moment of calm and peace I hoped would never end…
Of course, an hour after the show I found myself cursing technology and feeling depressed about having to wait in a two-hour line for an Uber.
I left the venue alone. Got to the hotel alone. I was in bed by 1:00. I woke up before my friends – who had stumbled in at 3:30 – and shook off the cobwebs before beginning the long drive back to L.A. As I listened to the radio and heard reviews of the show it became clear how awesome the evening had been. I re-played to my voice memos and shuffled Dead songs on my iphone the whole drive, wondering how I could call my work and get out of it Monday so that I could stay and watch the second night show instead. Thankfully, I decided one amazing show was enough and I rode down California 5 with Santa Clara and the Grateful Dead in my rear view mirror. As I watched northern California disappear behind the rolling hills, one word came to mind as I smiled and traveled the golden road home…
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It was around 2:15 in the morning when a hammered single mom of three kids with a very visible C-section scar approached me following my music gig at a place called Peri's in Marin County, California.
"Hiiii Mr. Talented…" She slurred. "I live two blocks away and my kids are prolly asleep – D-ya wanna come have a drink and smoke and hang ouuuuut?"
I looked this woman over. She was about 40, had a swollen and (possibly) fractured purple ankle and was heavily puffing on an e-cigarette…. From behind, half of her dress had hiked up and lodged itself in her butt, revealing a horrifying leg tattoo of a dragonfly that started mid-thigh and ended probably just above her Va-jayjay.
She also had one dreadlock.
"Uhhh… Well, the thing is…" I stumbled. "I'm married – sooo I don't think it would be a good idea, ya know?"
"Fuck you! You're an asshole for leading me on!" she snapped.
Wait, what? Leading her on? How was I leading her on?
A few seconds later, it hit me… When I was performing on stage a few minutes earlier, I recalled saying:
"Who's the hottie in the back/Nice body, nice rack/
Meet me outside in five – My name is Zach."
Look. If you have ever seen me or my band perform live, I often jokingly flirt with girls in the crowd with improvisational freestyle rap lyrics from the stage… This, however, was one of those rare moments when the girl actually stuck around and thought I was serious… I felt terrible. (Here's a sample of a freestyle from NYC in 2017)
"Sorry, it was a joke, – like a part of the show??!??!?" I tried to explain to her.
She threw a drink at me, turned around and stopped at the door to say good-bye.
"Your music fucking sucks anyway," she screamed.
By the way? I never made it home that night. Since I was too drunk to drive, the bartender let me sleep in the back seat of my Prius in the bar's parking lot…
Did I mention it was a Tuesday?
What the fuck am I doing?
I am 44-years-old. I have two kids and a wife. Most men my age are in bed by 8:30 every night, binge-watching Netflix and thinking about some meeting they have at work the next day with Nancy from H.R.
Not many dudes I know are living like me this summer… touring bars in their mid-40's trying to sell 20-something kids t-shirts and CD's of their country hip-hop band that – in most people's eyes – peaked when they opened for Jason Mraz in 2008…
For the record? On this tour I sold ZERO CD's.
But let's go back a few years…
In the 2000's, every bar I played in was always PACKED. Friends, fans and industry folks lined up outside awaiting new songs – or a 10-minute freestyle rap where I might drop their names into a verse… They bought CD's and shirts and sang along and I would walk out of the bar with $400 and a thousand business cards… My band played across the country and stayed in fine hotels, sipping top shelf whiskey and partying with rock stars…
But, then came adulthood. People had kids and a lot of my musician friends got real jobs. Some band members moved out of town… Most guys gave up or got into real estate. Even I took a break from it for a while to be around the family and work in the TV business. However, the thrill of performing live was always missing…
So, this past summer I decided that a 9-venue mini music tour of Northern California would be the best thing for my mind, body and soul.
Tour posters from the road…
As the days rolled on, I sort of forgot about the ways of the road… Late nights, uncomfortable beds… bad habits reintroducing themselves… When you're out driving down I-5 at 9:30 at night – a restaurant like Subway suddenly becomes a solid option. The Yellow American Spirit cigarette suddenly becomes "healthy" decision… Not to mention that most bars where I play like to avoid paying musicians – and instead – offer up FREE DRINKS instead – which ultimately leads to me drinking $4.99 mini bottles of Sutter Home Cabernet – guaranteeing a foggy and painful morning.
Oh, and most bartenders who hear me ask for "the best red wine in the bar" often think I'm joking and laugh in my face.
In all honesty, I quit drinking hard liquor ten years ago…. Waking up in a Super 8 Motel with two lines shaved into your eyebrows like D'Angelo Russell will do that to anybody…
But that's a whole 'nother story…
The "Zachariah: Backyard and Wineries" tour began in San Francisco, at a private party where some tech geniuses of the world dug my music and my improv songs about how expensive the city had become… The host had somehow procured 25-plus bottles of the legendary Pliny the Elder beer from Santa Rosa and he was extremely generous with his liquor cabinet. However, as people got more sloshed, a supremely drunk friend of theirs named Kelly demanded I sing Shallow by Bradley Cooper and Lady Gaga.
"Are you gonna sing it with me?" I asked her.
"Fuck YESSS!" She screamed as the party encouraged her.
A few chords later and she was warbling through the "Wooooaaaah – ohhh – h ohhh ohh ohh oh AWWOWOHHHWHWHWH" section of the song. Let's just say she didn't nail it, but it didn't matter. The vibe and energy was fantastic and I assumed every gig would end up this beautiful and natural.
But the next night I drove up to gig at Peri's Bar in Marin County. It was certainly a success, but I was definitely under-paid and over-served awful tiny bottles of Sutter Home… (Thus the reason why I slept in a parking lot).
When I woke up in the back seat of my 2008 Prius at six the next morning, having sweat through my clothes on stage the night before, I decided that a shower was indeed in order. I quickly Googled "YMCA Marin County" on my phone and found one 10 miles away where my Hollywood "Family Membership" would let me use their facilities. This is also a practice that HOMELESS people participate in.
I ended up spending 45 minutes in the sauna listening to two men talk about their new tech venture that would "change the dumpling game forever." After they noticed me listening in, they began whispering and eventually left the sauna altogether, protecting their billion dollar dumpling idea.
A billion dollar dumpling idea? What I derived from this moment was that I am definitely in the wrong business…
That night, I performed at the Lagunitas Tap Room in Petaluma. The venue was amazing and they even offered up cash ($80) for the gig. Plus, per usual, they served me all the beer I could drink. Initially I had planned on having one or two beers because I had to drive to meet my wife and kids up north in Cloverdale once the night ended…
However, after my show, I quickly found myself 8 beers in. Since my head was spinning, I asked my new friend Pete (who booked me there) if he had a better idea than drunk driving to Cloverdale.
"Yeah brother… my buddy Andy has an Airstream in a forest that he rents out – it's $45 for the night," he said.
"Uhh… like, HOW in a forest?" I inquired.
"It's desolate, man… super chill and quiet and you won't hear anybody's voice for like, 9 hours straight!" Pete replied.
OK. Look. I enjoy nature. I love converted Airstream trailers. But 9 hours alone in one in nature? Yo, I'm not trying to live that Into the Wild life… I am a social person. I need conversation. Shit, I need some WiFi, ya know?
"I don't know Pete," I explained. "I sorta need a bed – I slept in my car last night."
"They have a killer Aerobed," Pete said. "I've slept there sooo many times, you'll love it – I'll even drop you off!"
And with that, Pete took me to a beautiful house with 40 acres of land in the woods, where we knocked on the door and met Pete's buddy Andy who was extremely tired and reluctantly thrust the trailer keys into my hand. He also passed me a Romancing the Stone-like treasure map explaining how to find the forest Airstream… Pete left and I slugged through the dark forest, absolutely fearing for every second of my life, before coming across what was a beautiful 1950-something converted Airstream "Cabin."
This was terrifying.
I unlocked the door and went inside. It was about as rustic as you could expect.
There was an Aerobed with a blanket on it…
On the wall hung a calendar from the year 2013…
And there was a shovel in the corner next to a roll of toilet paper beneath a sign that said, "Use Nature's Facilities."
Holy shit. What? So no bathroom? Was I gonna have to re-learn the "One-armed tree hang" I had been taught at summer camp as a kid?
I decided to just crash and wake up as early as possible to split.
30 minutes after I went to sleep, I woke up on the floor. The Aerobed had deflated. It was about 45 degrees in the trailer. With no visible air pump nearby, I turned the deflated Aerobed into a pillow and did my best to sleep for the next six hours.
A couple of hours later I woke up to the sound of what must have been two bears humping in the woods… I also swear a mysterious light flashed across the sky and for two hours I panicked about being abducted by aliens and anally probed above the Redwoods. Eventually, around 6:30, I awoke with a stiff neck and took a $20 taxi back to my car at Lagunitas.
Up in Cloverdale I met my family and began thinking that perhaps, the road life was no longer for me… I took the family to the local trampoline park and hit up some small town burger place and I was amazed at how comfortable the safe and respectable family life felt again… For a minute, I almost cancelled my final three gigs…
But, since I can rarely turn down a chance to perform, I decided to carry through on my commitments.
As I was playing the night at an all ages restaurant, the local town drunk "Banjo Bob" (yes, his real name) taught my 13-year-old son how to best hold a pool cue if he was ever to get into a bar fight.
(His advice? Hit the guy with the skinny end, that way if it breaks off – you're left with the more dangerous thick end of the stick as a weapon.)
To quote my late grandmother: "That's wonderful?"
The following night, I played at a pretty cool bar in Healdsburg where I ate pizza that a guy had made from an oven that he dragged behind his bicycle… I know what you're thinking: Bike Pizza? Trust me – It was absolutely delicious.
On the last night, we drove down to San Francisco and the tour ended at a bar in the Marina called Jaxson for a friend's fundraiser party in the city – where, as I was playing live, a man and woman dry-humped each other on the dance floor in front of me…
Now look, I'm all for dancing, but this was kind of ridiculous… I actually didn't care. They were wasted and they loved my music and I felt at home for a few minutes with the young Marina area crowd of San Francisco…
Here – watch the video and make your own assumptions:
For the record? That girl dancing did not ask me to come back to her place after the gig.
But the guy did…
"Hi Mr. Talented," He said… "Wanna come party with me at my place?"
"I'd love to, but, the thing is… I'm married," I said.
I woke up the next morning in the back seat of my Prius…
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When I came down with the rebound and heard my right knee explode and pop, I knew something was horribly wrong… I looked up at the faces of my basketball teammates looking down at me lying on the court writhing in agonizing pain. I somehow managed to verbalize what was going through my mind…
"That's it, amputate my leg… just cut the fucker off."
Turns out my injury wasn't bad enough to turn me into an amputee, but it was bad. Torn anterior cruciate ligament (ACL). Partially torn medical meniscus. Partially torn medial collateral ligament (MCL). If you're not familiar with this medical terminology, in layman's terms… I blew out my whole fucking knee.
Before I was given the official medical report by my doctor, I had four days to figure out what the hell I had done to myself. Why? Well, in America, with health care as bad as it is, getting in to see an Orthopedic surgeon for an official diagnosis takes time… Like, a lot of time. Which means, after Googling "knee injuries" over 3000 times, I had to make my own medical diagnosis on myself until a doctor appointment could be set up.
Based on my online research, I had concluded that one of three things had happened to me:
1. I tore my ACL.
2. I tore some other knee ligament.
3. My bones were deteriorating from early onset kidney disease and I would be dead by August.
My father and sister are both doctors, so their advice to use the RICE method, (Rest, Ice, Compress, Elevate), helped a lot. They recommended getting crutches to get around, so, I quickly called my friend Scott, another basketball friend who had suffered numerous leg injuries over the years. Sure he had a pair… he said. But they were for people 5'10" and under.
After searching for cheap crutches online, I called the Hollywood Goodwill and was told by an employee that they had a set that they would hold for me. As I limped through the parking lot of the store, praying that they would fit my 6'2" frame, I went over certain decisions in my life that had lead me to this point… Why had I turned down the professional path to pursue this artist life? If I hadn't, would I be staggering through a Goodwill parking lot in Hollywood on a Thursday afternoon in my pajamas trying to save $15 on crutches if I only had I taken that job at FOX SPORTS all those years ago? What had I done to my life? The last couple months had been tough… Air BNB disavowed my house from renting it out, so my income had been roughly slashed in half. My latest voiceover residual check I had received in the mail was for .08 cents… My only solace of late had been in playing basketball… and now that dream, like my right knee, was CRUSHED.
I felt like I was on the verge of being homeless.
Of course the girl at Goodwill had made a mistake. They had a WALKER, not crutches. It also happened to have a blood stain on it, which is why it was SLASHED to $2.00. I passed.
Finding crutches in this town is nearly impossible.
I went to Walgreens next, where the crutches were at the back of the store. I hobbled all the way in only to find that they were "on sale" for $59.99. Excuse me? 60 bucks? FUCK OFF. I was about to go fasten myself a crutch out of an old tree branch and a bicycle seat when I looked on my phone and noticed that Home Depot sold them… I called, but got no answer. When I showed up, I was told that their crutches were not available in-store. They were online deals only.
"Go to Urgent Care," my friend Alex told me. "They'll be able to tell in five seconds if you tore something… and they'll give you crutches for free."
Urgent Care it was. I found one with a five star rating on Yelp and went down. I paid my $25 co-pay and was treated by a 20-something female who claimed to be a doctor, although I noticed that her name tag did not say "M.D." It had a bunch of other letters that I'm sure were placed there to confuse naive patients… Hers said A.P.R.N. C.N.M.
I texted my sister – a doctor down in Newport Beach – to see if this lady was, in fact, a doctor.
ZACH: Hey – What do these abbreviations mean and is she a legit doctor? A.P.R.N. C.N.M.
She wrote back immediately.
AMANDA: NO! That stands for Advanced Practice Registered Nurse – Certified Nursing Midwife – What are you, fucking pregnant? get the hell out of there and see a real doctor!!!
Since I had already paid the $25.00, I stayed. The young "doctor" felt my knee. She moved it around. She stretched it. It actually felt pretty good… And then, she gave me her official diagnosis:
"You did NOT tear anything," she said. "This is a bad sprain at worst."
"Really!" I exclaimed. "A bad sprain? Thank you sooo much! If I ever need a midwife, I'm calling YOU!"
She took some X-Rays of my knee, (which I later learned were completely unnecessary for a ligament injury and cost me $125) and I asked them to provide my free crutches. When they explained that they did have crutches – but that they cost $39.99, I bit the bullet and bought them. Finally, upon checkout, the manager told me that I could earn a $5.00 gift card to a Starbucks if I simply gave them a 5-Star Review on YELP.
"Hell yeah!" I said. "You guys made my day."
I put in the 5-Star review, snagged my gift card and Uber-ed home to elevate my "bad sprain." Wow, no tear, no surgery, no problem. I was elated and texted everybody I knew that I'd be back on the basketball court within weeks.
Better days…
And then I got an appointment with a real doctor.
Dr. Weiss was recommended to me by my primary care physician. I had my leg up on his exam table the very next day, confident that he would walk in, slip me an ACE Bandage and wish me happy holidays… Instead, within 30 seconds of looking at my knee, he casually offered the following.
"Wow, you tore the shit out of your ACL… Hopefully you didn't do too much damage to the other ligamants," he said.
"Wait, what?!" I reacted. "Tore my ACL? But the Urgent Care said it was a bad sprain…?"
"Well, if by 'bad sprain' they mean a 'completely annihilated anterior cruciate ligament,' then… yes."
Dr. Weiss scheduled an MRI for that afternoon and told me I had wasted my money on X-rays and my entire Urgent Care appointment.
"Lemme guess," he said. "They offered you a Starbucks gift card?"
Following the MRI, which is when you go inside one of those huge claustrophobic X-Ray machines to examine all of your inner workings, I was back in Dr. Weiss' office for my evaluation two days later.
He broke down my injury and began planning out my recovery. Since I was set to travel with my family for the holidays, I was concerned I'd be missing out on my trip… He assured me that since my swelling was so immense, I would have to wait at least four weeks for surgery. He then explained how it would work.
"Based on the fact that you're 44-years-old, I'm gonna replace your ACL with a cadaver ligament."
"I'm sorry, what? A CADAVER LIGAMENT?"
Doctor Weiss smiled. He went on to explain that younger "athletes" can replace their torn ACL's with their own ligaments, but for older guys like me, the best option is to take an anterior cruciate ligament from a DEAD BODY and put it into my destroyed knee.
"Can you make the ligament from like some Kenyan distance runner or something?" I joked.
"Haha," He said. "It'll most likely be from a car crash victim."
Dr. Weiss also told me that 20 years ago, patients my age wouldn't even be ELIGIBLE for ACL replacement. As if men over 40 were considered beyond repair or something… Luckily, the outlook on knees had changed since the late 90's.
My torn ACL
Eager to get to my rehabilitation, I bought a $300 knee brace from the doctor (Of course, not covered by insurance) and got instructions on how to put it on. After it was affixed, I had the look of a hydraulic half-man/half-Cyborg. I felt like Darth Vader.
"Will I be ever able to play basketball at the level I was playing again?" I asked.
"Maybe," he said. "But you might want to join an elderly league."
Limping out of Dr. Weiss' office on my crutches, the first glimpse of my mortality had hit me. Knees crumble, ankles snap… ligaments are torn. Age is forever out there hunting us down. Luckily, with this type of injury, full recoveries are entirely expected and at worst, I would lose 4-6 months of my life to inactivity.
On the way home, I stopped at Starbucks to spend my $5.00 gift card on a cup of coffee. When I presented it to the cashier, he told me news that at this point, I was not surprised to hear.
"Sorry, sir," she said. "This card only works at certain Starbucks… Not this one."
I logged onto Yelp and changed my review…
*Ed Note: Zach is set for ACL replacement surgery in Mid January. Stay tuned!
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Q: Writing a basis of a representation for $\mathrm{GL}_2(\mathbb Q_p)$ in terms of the new vector $\DeclareMathOperator\GL{GL}\DeclareMathOperator\res{res}$For an irreducible smooth (generic) representation $\pi$ of $G=\GL_2(k)$ with central character $\omega$, where $k$ is a $p$-adic field, we define the conductor of a vector $v\in\pi$ as follows. Let $K_0({\mathfrak p}^N)$ be the subgroup of $K=\GL_2({\mathfrak o})$ with lower left-hand entry congruent to $0$ modulo ${\mathfrak p}^N$. The conductor of $v$, $c(v)$, is the smallest $N$ such that
$$\pi\bigg(\matrix{a&b\cr c&d}\bigg)v=\omega(a)v\ \ {\rm for\ all}\ \bigg(\matrix{a&b\cr c&d}\bigg)\in K_0({\mathfrak p}^N)$$
In other words, $v$ is fixed by $K_0({\mathfrak p}^N)$ up to the action of the center. The conductor of $\pi$, $c(\pi)$, is the smallest $N$ such that there is a $v$ with $c(v)=N$. The subspace of vectors with conductor $c(\pi)$ is one-dimensional and the unique vector $v_0$ that maps to a Whittaker function with $W_0(1)=1$ is called the new vector.

My question is: how can we write down a somewhat-explicit basis of $\pi$ in terms of the new vector $v_0$, indexed by the principal congruence subgroups $K({\mathfrak p}^M)=1_2+{\mathfrak p}^MM_2({\mathfrak o})$? In other words, how can we write a basis of $\pi^{K({\mathfrak p}^M)}$ in terms of $v_0$?

A simple nonexplicit version is this result, from Casselman's "The restriction of a representation of $\GL_2(k)$ to $\GL_2({\mathfrak o})$": the restriction of $\pi$ to $K$ decomposes as
$$\res_K^G\pi=\pi^{K({\mathfrak p}^{c(\pi)-1})}\oplus\sum_{n\ge c(\pi)}u_n(\omega)$$
where $u_n$ is the unique irreducible representation of $K$ which is trivial on $K({\mathfrak p}^n)$ but not on $K({\mathfrak p}^{n-1})$ and that contains a vector $v$ with conductor $n$ in the above sense.

A: I think that your asking how to map from one isotype to another, right?
Now, one way to map from one isotype to an other is convolution with a function
$$\phi = \langle v_1, f v_2\rangle, \qquad f(k_1gk_2) =u_{n_1}(k_1) f(g) u_{n_2}(k_2),$$
where $g$ runs through a set of representatives of $G//K$, and $f$ is $Hom_{\mathbb{C}}(u_{n_2},u_{n_1})$-valued. $v_1$ and $v_2$ are vectors. This follows from Schur's orthogonality relations.
There is possibe a nicer way to express this, but this is essentially the only way! For what purpose do you need this?
Blomer and Harcos describe a basis in Section 2.6 http://arxiv.org/pdf/0904.2429.pdf.

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We are Alumni and Friends Association of the Mifflinburg Area School District located in Mifflinburg, Pennsylvania. We strive to promote enthusiasm for education in our school district by creating loyalty from all of those who live, work, and graduate from the District.
Our goal is to create a passion for the District through social activities, fundraisers and other events. Funds raised are then transferred into the Alumni and Friends Foundation of Mifflinburg Area School District that disperses funds to the district and student activities as voted on by the board.
The Alumni & Friends of Mifflinburg Area School District was formed in 1991 after the School District Board formed a committee to explore alternate methods of financing student activities outside of the classroom. The Association was formed and incorporated in 1993 with the purpose of encouraging and cultivating communications among the Alumni & Friends of MASD, and to maintain and promote loyalty and interest in the school district.
Starting in the early 1990s the Association organized a variety of activities from participating in the Homecoming Parade to tailgates to hosting refreshments at Baccalaureate. In 1998 a Directory of all Mifflinburg Area School District Alumni was published and sold to members.
In 1999 a newsletter published and a membership campaign was started.
In 2016 the Association & Foundation were restructured and events and campaigns started again to create interest in the organizations again and to try to raise funds to aid the Mifflinburg Area School District.
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- Nightcaps: Pi Moonblank, Swamp Gas Fugthulhu and Moonblank, any other Moonblanks, No-Face Eggface v2, The Green Hand of Gandalf Eggface v2, MoMo Menloe, Orange Lolo Menloe; Fiduciary Responsibility (v1.ii, Fugthulhu, Diceblank); Financial Instrument (v1.ii, Fugthulhu, Diceblank), Mr. Claus v1.ii.
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Looking for Clacks and KK / Snackeys especially.
Bump! Would love to find more Clacks.


and we'll be talking about games on networks.
play where people's decisions depend on what other people are doing.
what other individuals are doing, so there's complementarities.
I want to only buy a certain program if other people are using that same program.
So the way in which I write articles depends on what my co-authors are doing.
if other people are also speaking that language.
So there's going to be inter-dependencies between what individuals do.
There could also be situations where I can free ride.
and maybe then I don't buy it myself.
is going to do depends on what other individuals are doing.
So there is some game aspect to it in that sense.
understand exactly how behavior relates to network structure.
which will be pretty self-contained and in terms of the network setting.
and a more extensive analysis of how these things work.
and you care about the actions of your neighbors.
equilibrium in these settings in worse case games?
the case where nature was making it as hard as possible for you to find an equilibrium?
What we're going to focusing on is a second branch of this literature.
understand what networks have to say about how networks influence human behavior.
actually say something meaningful about this structure.
So, what we're going to start with is as a canonical special case.
one that is going to be fairly widely applicable.
is we're looking at a situation where person I is going to take an action.
so I either buy this book or I don't buy the book.
Or I invest in a new technology, I don't.
I learn a language, I don't learn a language.
I end up going to a movie, I don't go to movie.
The payoff is going to depend on how many neighbors choose each action.
So, how many people choose action zero?
How many neighbors choose action one?
How many neighbors I have?
So, that's going to be my payoff is going to depend on those things.
So, we've got each person choosing an action in zero, one.
We're going to consider a situation where your payoffs depend on your action.
number of neighbors of i that choose one.
So, how many of my neighbors chose one?
how many neighbors I have.
and two of them are choosing action one.
so I might care differently depending on how many neighbors I have.
one action, so we either taken action or we don't.
not the identities of them.
So I don't care whether it's I don't have best friends and less best friends.
I treat friends equally in terms of who's taking the action.
It also just depends on my degree.
I don't have a different preference than somebody else.
have different preferences and weight things differently.
not who their friends are.
So, let's look at as an example of a simple game of complements.
I'm willing to choose this new technology if and only if at least two t neighbors do.
at least three friends who play bridge before I'm going to want to learn play bridge.
if I don't learn it, I just get a zero.
which looks like minus this threshold plus how many friends play it.
then I get minus three plus how many of my friends play it.
and I'm going to get a payoff of zero.
If four of my friends play it I've got a payoff of one.
I have a payoff of two and so forth.
one if and only if at least three of my neighbors do.
and a person's willing to take action one if and only if at least two neighbors do.
I'm willing to do it, otherwise I don't.
So, what do we know first of all?
they're going to take action zero because they only have one friend.
Actually sorry, this person has two friends that one shouldn't be coded as a zero.
So, these three individuals only have one friend.
there's no way they're going to have at least two neighbors do it.
we can ask what about this player?
Well, their actions going to depend on what their other friends do.
these three individuals altered to playing action one.
they're all willing to because now they each have at least two friends doing it.
does and so the technology never gets off the ground.
it never gets off the ground.
and so, that's also an equilibrium.
for these three people to do it and nobody else to do it.
because none of the other people have two neighbors to do.
So, that's one type of game.
Let's take a look at a game which is going to have an opposite feature to this.
then I'm more likely to want to take the action.
So, compatible technologies will have that feature.
I don't buy the book because now I can borrow it from them.
So, I'm willing to buy the book if and only if none of my neighbors do.
So, for instance, if I don't buy the book, what's my payoff?
if one of my neighbors buys the book.
I get a payoff of one.
I get a payoff of zero, I didn't buy it.
Now, instead, I could buy it myself.
then what do I end up with?
where c is the cost of the book.
me not buy it and borrow it from them.
that's my best possible payoff.
My worst payoff is nobody buys it and I don't buy it.
and as long as c is less than one.
so if they don't buy it, I buy it.
But I won't buy it if one of my friends does.
this is known as what's called a Best Shot Public Goods game.
and so that's called a Best Shot Public Goods game.
So, an agent is willing to take action one if and only if no neighbors do.
So, here would be an equilibrium of that game.
none of the neighbors do.
This person takes action one because no neighbors do, and so forth.
That's an equilibrium of this game.
and it's going to have a different-shaped equilibrium to what we had before.
Here now we have these people taking action one.
There's multiple equilibria to these games.
and we'll take a look at that, in more detail.
the network structure and see what we can see is meaningful about how these games behave.


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Lydia Canaan () is a Lebanese singer-songwriter and humanitarian activist.

Credited as the first internationally successful Lebanese recording artist, Canaan rose to fame performing rock music in English amid enemy military attacks during the Lebanese Civil War, holding concerts in vicinities of Lebanon that were simultaneously being bombed. Hala Habib of Society wrote, "in a small country that was ripped by war, there was this young girl making a difference".

Canaan was the first Middle Eastern artist to sing solely in English, and the first to have music videos played on MTV Europe, MTV Southeast Asia, MTV Russia, and MTV Middle East. Her musical debut was described as having defied tradition, challenged convention, and transcended millennia-old gender barriers. According to Arabian Woman, "as a girl who grew up in the midst of a bloody civil war, Canaan was breaking down seemingly insurmountable barriers ... She rocked the establishment". In 2015, Canaan was cataloged in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and Museum's Library and Archives.

Life and career

Early life and education

Born and raised in Brummana, Lebanon during the Lebanese Civil War to a prominent Greek Orthodox Christian family, Canaan studied at Brummana High School (BHS) and later at Lebanese American University (LAU).

From a young age singing, lyrical composition, and dancing served as an outlet and catharsis for Canaan. At the age of eight, she was awarded the first place prize (in a contest in which all grades competed against each other) by her French elementary school, College des Saints-Coeurs, Bikfaya, for a poem she composed about a child who wept for being scolded for trivial matters such as staining her fingers with ink when she writes.

Raised in a conservative family, Canaan's parents discouraged her from singing rock music and forbid her to have a musical education or formal training. Nevertheless, Canaan cultivated the ability to compose and store melodies and English lyrics by memory alone.

As reported by the newspaper Campus, "For Lydia Canaan's first gig, she had to throw her trademark short rockish black leather skirt and studs out of her bedroom window in Brummana, put on a long skirt, lie to her conservative father about where she was going, and, after changing into her leather gear, singing her teenage heart out as Angel with the band Equation".

Early career

In 1984, the teenaged Canaan—under the stage name Angel—joined the heavy metal band Equation, who until then had been intent on finding a male lead singer. Canaan's talent, personality, and stage presence gained her national popularity among Lebanese youth. The same year, she donned what would become her trademark, trend-setting look: revealing, studded leather outfits with dramatic capes and hip-length blonde-streaked hair. Off stage, Canaan's Alma Mater, Brummana High School (BHS), voted her "Best Dressed". On stage, her provocative costumes contributed to the perception of her as a sex symbol. The Daily Star wrote: "On stage, with her daring looks and style, Canaan became a role model". At the height of their success the band drew a crowd of over 15,000. Canaan's first original composition, "Why All The Hurt", a tribute to a deceased friend that she wrote as a teenager, was a No. 1 hit on the radio charts in Lebanon.

Following Canaan's first concert with Equation, a The Gulf Today writer noted, "the first show produced a phenomenal reaction . . . It is incredible that amidst the state of civil war that existed in Lebanon at that time, when most people had no idea if they would see another day, she managed to keep her ambitions alive". Society magazine stated, "tickets were sold out but more teenagers stormed in to see the young Angel perform... To accommodate the crowd, the concert organizers had to stamp on each fan's hand as they ran out of tickets. It was... հer first success".

Canaan was hailed by the media as the first "rock star" of the Middle East. Since her first public appearance, Canaan held over 25 sell-out concerts in the country from 1984–1988, and despite the risks and dangers of warring militias and armies, recorded her songs for radio, and topped the charts in Lebanon. Her last concert with Equation was held in 1986.

Solo career

In 1987, Canaan embarked on a solo career, performing her original compositions, such as "To Oblivion and Back", "Does it Need Some Action", "A Hard Situation", "Hey Richie", and "The Christmas Wish", all which were radio hits.

As Canaan's music evolved, her fame grew. With Lebanon under Syrian occupation, Canaan's concerts were held in East Beirut, Mount Lebanon, and the north of Lebanon. In Tripoli, the second largest city in Lebanon, Canaan performed in front of a sold-out crowd under tight security despite having received death threats.

In 1987, Canaan performed to a crowd of 20,000 at the Beirut Rock Festival. In 1988, she held sell-out concerts for three consecutive nights at Casino du Liban, the last performer to grace its stage until it resumed activity following the end of the Liberation War in 1990.

International success
Canaan's international breakthrough was widely reported on by the Arab media, Al-Hayat writing that she had " ... invaded the European market with her ballads". In 1989, she left Lebanon and settled in Zurich, Switzerland, where she became a naturalized Swiss citizen. There she took vocal lessons with soprano Anita Monti. In 1990, she was interviewed by Radio Z in Zurich, where her songs received airplay.

In 1991, Canaan began working with record producer David Richards (producer of Queen and David Bowie). The same year, she gave a live interview for NBC Europe. Also in 1991, Canaan signed a two-year contract with London-based production company Spinny Music (led by Queen manager Jim Beach) to write and record her original songs "Shine", "Never Set You Free", "So Much to Give", "Desire", "Love", and a cover of Shirley Bassey's English version of "Never Never Never", produced by David Richards at Mountain Studios in Montreux, Switzerland. The same year, she recorded the duet "Love and Lust" with Queen drummer Roger Taylor.

In 1993, Canaan recorded songs "Libnan", "Fallin'", and her cover of John Lennon's "Gimme Some Truth".

Transition to pop

"Beautiful Life"

In February 1995, Canaan, who had up until that time performed rock under the stage name Angel, dropped the moniker, and under her birth name Lydia Canaan presented the pop ballad "Beautiful Life" (produced by Barry Blue and The Rapino Brothers) at the Midem in Cannes, France. That Spring, Canaan's international release of the single "Beautiful Life" by London-based Pulse-8 Records gained her international critical acclaim, the buzz culminating in a promo tour in England and radio airplay in the UK, Europe, South Africa, and the Middle East.

Canaan performed "Beautiful Life" at the launch of MTV Europe held in Beirut on May 12, 1995. In promoting the event, MTV Europe billed her as "the diva from the Middle East". During the press conference, President of MTV Europe Peter Einstein stated, "MTV is proud and privileged to play Lydia's videos on Music-Non-Stop Show ... All at MTV have fallen in love with Lydia, her songs, and her performance."

"Guardian Angel"
In early 2000, "Guardian Angel", Canaan's duet with Robin Scott, appeared on M's album Famous Last Words, released by BMG Music.

"The Sound of Love"
Canaan's second single, "The Sound of Love", produced by Barry Blue and The Rapino Brothers and recorded at the Maison Rouge Studios in London, was released in 1997. In 1998, Canaan's recordings, made in New York City at Jay Ward's Dogbrain Music, were exhibited on billboardtalentnet.com, a web site promoting unsigned talent, and appeared on its RadioBTN top 10 chart.

Canaan's debut studio album, The Sound of Love, was released in the summer of 2000. Recorded in London and New York City and including the track "Right on the Verge", featuring Tommy Mandel. The album was distributed by SIDI/XEMA in Saudi Arabia, Kuwait, UAE, Bahrain, Qatar, Oman, Egypt, Jordan, and Lebanon. In support of the album release, Canaan performed various venues in Beirut, Jumeira Beach Hotel in Dubai, and Savage Garden Club and Rifaa Golf Club in Manama, Bahrain.

"Libnan"

In 2004, "Libnan" was chosen as the title song of the advertisement "Rediscover Lebanon", produced and broadcast by CNN and commissioned by the Lebanese Ministry of Economy & Trade to promote Lebanon as a tourist destination.

"Never Set You Free"
In 2014, Canaan was named a semi-finalist by the UK Songwriting Contest for her song "Never Set You Free".

Activism and humanitarian work

Activism

In 2014, Canaan was compelled toward activism as a United Nations delegate for Khiam Rehabilitation Center for Victims of Torture (KRC) to the United Nations Human Rights Council (UNHRC).
 On March 17, 2014, Canaan delivered her speech, "Islamophobia and Art", about the need to combat anti-Muslim prejudice artistically, at the 25th Session of the United Nations Human Rights Council at the Palais des Nations in Geneva, Switzerland, gaining a round of applause and kudos.
 On June 17, 2014, Canaan delivered her speech, "Hostage to Injustice", a call for an end to unjust political imprisonment, at the 26th Session of the United Nations Human Rights Council at the Palais des Nations in Geneva, Switzerland, receiving a standing ovation and drawing media attention.
 On March 13, 2015, Canaan delivered her speech, "Humane Evolution", in which she spoke out against sanctioned torture, at the 28th Session of the United Nations Human Rights Council at the Palais des Nations in Geneva, Switzerland, winning her extended applause.
 On November 3, 2015, Canaan delivered a speech condemning governments worldwide for failure to implement UN human rights recommendations at the UNHRC's 23rd Session of the Universal Periodic Review (UPR), attended by over twenty-five delegations and representatives from Great Britain, Germany, Norway, France, the European Union, Denmark, Australia, Ireland, and Lebanon, among others at the Palais des Nations in Geneva, Switzerland. She also sang an a cappella verse of her activist anthem "Humanity Wake Up and Fight".
 On March 18, 2016, Canaan delivered "Fighting Terrorism Without Violating Human Rights", her impassioned speech in defense of innocent civilian victims of counter-terrorism, at the 31st Session of the United Nations Human Rights Council (UNHRC) at the Palais des Nations in Geneva, Switzerland. It was streamed live on YouTube by the Universal Periodic Review (UPR).
 On March 14, 2017, Canaan delivered her speech titled "Global Effects of the Persecution of Religious Minorities in the Middle East", which primarily focused on the persecution of Christians (who, according to her speech, are the most persecuted religious minority in the Middle East and the world), at the 34th Session of the United Nations Human Rights Council (UNHRC) at the Palais des Nations in Geneva, Switzerland; her emotional delivery ended with Canaan in tears.

Humanitarian work

 In 2001, Canaan performed at the United Nations International Volunteers Day in Beirut and was awarded for her humanitarianism by Yves de San, Head of UNDP Lebanon.
 In 2014, Canaan participated in the Arab International Forum in Solidarity With Palestinian Prisoners, held in Beirut, Lebanon, with over three hundred fifty public figures and other international attendees, headed by former U.S. Attorney General Ramsey Clark.
 In 2015, Canaan took part in the International Forum for Justice in Palestine, held in Beirut, Lebanon, with over five hundred attendees from the U.S., Europe, and the Middle East, headed by former U.S. Attorney General Ramsey Clark.

Canaan supports Solitary Watch, John Legend's Free America campaign, Human Rights Watch, War Child Holland-Lebanon, SAWA for DEV & AID, and the International Campaign to Prosecute War Crimes in Iraq chaired by former U.S. Attorney General Ramsey Clark.

Charity work

Throughout her life, Canaan has donated her money, music, and time to many charities, particularly those concerned with children, animals, and the elderly. She reportedly made generous donations to the Children's Care Unit of Salmaniyah Hospital, Child Fund International (CFI), and St. Jude's Hospital, and has performed at charity and fundraiser events including American Women's Club, Salmaniyah Hospital (Children's Care Unit), Beirut Rotary Club, American Community School, Association pour la Promotion Feminine, Caritas Internationalis (Liban), Centre Renee Wehbe Le Vieillard Malade, Beirut for the Ethical Treatment of Animals (BETA), Lions Beirut Code Club, Unite Lebanon Youth Project (ULYP), Arab Resource Center for Popular Arts, Al-Jana (ARCPA), Social Support Society Active Ageing House, NASMA Foundation, and Association Amour et Partage.

Her song, "Beautiful Life", was selected by South African President Nelson Mandela as the theme song for a charity event in South Africa.

Advocacy

 In 2015, Canaan performed at a rally in solidarity with Cardinal Patriarch Bechara Boutros Al-Rahi's call to elect a president of the Republic of Lebanon at St. George Cathedral in Beirut.

Support for animal welfare
Canaan, an outspoken animal welfare supporter and animal rights activist, supports the Asian Conservation Awareness Programme (ACAP/WildAid), the World Wildlife Fund (WWF), Le Roselet Foundation, and Beirut for the Ethical Treatment of Animals (BETA).

Public speaking
 In 2001, Canaan was invited as Speaker of the Month by American Community School (ACS) in Beirut, Lebanon.
 Canaan delivered the speech "It's About Time, My Country" in support of the Lebanese Armed Forces on Independence Day 2014 at Casino du Liban in Beirut, Lebanon.

Film and literature

Film

In 2014, Canaan was interviewed by America-based Global Sorority Foundation for their documentary film series as a prime example for young girls worldwide to overcome adversity and raise awareness for gender equality.

Literature
American author Robert W. McGee mentioned Canaan's songs "So Much To Give" and "Never Set You Free" in his two novels Justifiable Homicide (2014) and Annie and the Senator (2015); Canaan and her songs "Shine", "Fallin'", and "Libnan" were referenced in all three volumes of McGee's The Iraqi Girl Trilogy (2015).  McGee's characters often risk their lives to listen to Lydia Canaan's music.

In 2017, Canaan was featured in British journalist for Newsweek Orlando Crowcroft's book Rock in a Hard Place: Music and Mayhem in the Middle East, about the dangers she faced and obstacles she overcame as a rock music pioneer in Lebanon.

Honors and awards

Honors

 On January 16, 2002, Canaan was received by Lebanese President Emile Lahoud at the Presidential Palace in Baabda, Lebanon. President Lahoud thanked Canaan for her devotion to, affection for, and altruistic services rendered to her country.
 On January 28, 2002, Canaan was received by First Lady of Lebanon Andree Lahoud at the Presidential Palace, who expressed her gratitude and admiration for Canaan for putting a positive cultural and artistic face on Lebanon.
 On February 15, 2002, Canaan was received by the First Lady Andree Lahoud at the Presidential Palace, who requested that Canaan hold a concert at the Presidential Palace in honor of the wives of the fallen Republican Guard Officers.
 On Mother's Day, March 21, 2002, Canaan was received at the Presidential Palace when, upon the request of First Lady Andree Lahoud, she performed for a presidential ceremony in honor of the wives of the fallen Republican Guard Officers.

Awards

Videography

Music videos

Concerts

Oration

Discography

Studio albums

Track listing

Singles

See also
 List of women's firsts
 Music history
 Women in music
 List of animal rights advocates
 List of peace activists

References

External links

 Lydia Canaan in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and Museum's Library and Archives
 Lydia Canaan discography at Discogs

Living people
Year of birth missing (living people)
Singers with a three-octave vocal range
Women singer-songwriters
English-language singers from Lebanon
Women rock singers
Ballad musicians
21st-century Lebanese women singers
Lebanese emigrants to Switzerland
Lebanese Christians
Lebanese human rights activists
Lebanese pacifists
Greek Orthodox Christians from Lebanon
20th-century Lebanese women singers


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