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Singapore sovereign fund Temasek snaps up tech events firm Unbound in $12M deal
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Media exits happen, but typically you don't hear of tech events companies being sold. Well, that's the case in Singapore where SingEx — a subsidiary of the country's Temasek sovereign wealth fund — has forked out to buy a majority share in Unbound Innovations, a five-year-old UK-based business that runs technology events worldwide.
Details of the transaction were not made public, but TechCrunch understands from a source that SingEx bought a majority share in Unbound in a deal that values the company at £18 million, or around $23.5 million.
Unbound has been around since 2013 but it seems to have struck out with its Innovfest event series, which has focused on uniting governments with corporates and the startup world. That aside, it has run 'Unbound' events in London since 2016 and it works with corporates such as Unilever, HSBC and Accenture on innovation projects.
Indeed, this investment news comes weeks after the conclusion of Unbound's two-day Singapore-based event, Innovfest Unbound, which claimed to attract over 12,000 attendees. Innovfest began with events in Singapore and Miami last year; those two added to the recent event account for over 20,000 attendees, Unbound said.
Coming up next is a London event July, followed by the Miami return later this year and the first event in Bahrain planned for 2019. But that's likely only just the start.
Unbound said that this new capital will go towards doubling its operations and expanding into new verticals and geographies through a mix of acquisition and organic expansion. Right now, there's no word on what those expansions might look like.
It stands to reason that expanded reach is good for Temasek, too. The fund has a big position on tech within its $275 billion portfolio — which added UST Global via a $250 million deal yesterday — and having a majority stake in Unbound will likely increase its exposure to tech ecosystems, companies and more. Not to mention that the events business is actually pretty lucrative in itself.
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This is a superior vehicle at an affordable price! A turbocharger is also included as an economical means of increasing performance. This model accommodates 5 passengers comfortably, and provides features such as: front bucket seats, an overhead console, and air conditioning. It features four-wheel drive capabilities, a durable automatic transmission, and a 2.4 liter 4 cylinder engine.


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I am Woman. I am Skateboarder
Today is International Women's Day (IWD). As well as a grin on my face and aching muscles from Friday's Girls Night at BaySixty6 (which was totally amazeballs, you should come next time) there's much on my mind. It's a day to celebrate the achievements not only of women in sport and skateboarding, but women everywhere globally just…BEING.
My body aches in a good way!
Observing the day isn't a new thing – it's been going on since the early 1900s, when the industrialised population started to grow massively, making people think and debate more about change. International Women's Day has blossomed into a worldwide day of recognition and celebration across both developed and developing countries. The United Nations has held an annual IWD conference to coordinate international efforts for women's rights and participation in social, political and economic processes. This is serious stuff.
Girls just BEING
Skip forward to 2015: as well as being recognised in the Western world, IWD is an official holiday in Afghanistan, Armenia, Azerbaijan, Belarus, Burkina Faso, Cambodia, China (for women only), Cuba, Georgia, Guinea-Bissau, Eritrea, Kazakhstan, Kyrgyzstan, Laos, Madagascar (for women only), Moldova, Mongolia, Montenegro, Nepal (for women only), Russia, Tajikistan, Turkmenistan, Uganda, Ukraine, Uzbekistan, Vietnam and Zambia. Phew.
That's a 'lorra celebrating. It's not just for the ladies either, as in these parts of the world the men tend to take part too by honouring their mothers, wives, girlfriends, colleagues, etc with flowers and small gifts (hint to any blokes reading). Sometimes even children give little pressies to their mums and grandmas in traditions very similar to how Mother's Day is celebrated.
Now, to a lot of the younger generation, feminism is something of a dirty word, and there's been a stigma attached to the word (as in, feminism is all about man-hating and attacking people who like to see women doing 'girly' things). Whatever word you use to describe the idea of equality of the sexes, to some there's a sense that the battles have all been won… but that's really not the case. Yeah, thanks to those strong women before us, we've come a long way, but there's still more to be done. Equality is a state of mind that has yet to filter fully to the boardroom or the skateparks or society in general. There's still things we can all do, and indeed we have some great examples of women and girls doing some amazing things for equality of the sexes in the skate scene worldwide.
Skateistan
Skateistan is an international project connecting youth and education through skateboarding to create opportunities and change in Afghanistan, Cambodia and South Africa. What's particularly awesome is that over 45% of the 800 skateistan students are girls. The programme simply shatters the cultural barriers that can exist in some of these countries.
photo from Skateistan website
You might have seen that TV ad with the girls and women swimming, playing football and amongst other things you see them "wiggle, jiggle, move and prove" that judgement is a barrier that can be overcome". It's the This Girl Can campaign for Sports England (see below). Here at Girl Skate UK, we think it's awesome as it embodies all the things we believe to be true in the UK Girls Skate scene. And, I for one came across it first from a guy I used to ride bikes with who directed the video and was proud to share it, which goes to prove that you don't have to be female to have a feminist mentality.
UK Skate Scene
Lucy Adams flip
Specifically in the girls skate scene here in the UK, we can thank female-run projects and companies such as Rogue Skateboards (run by skateboarder Jenna Selby) who has been rolling with it for years, and recent clothing/group Rokeo Skate (run by Rhiannon Searle). Pioneering, female-skater-specific companies like these are making it easier for girl skaters to get recognition for and bringing fresh talent in front of decision makers. There are some, notably smaller and local skate companies that have been on board with recognising female talent from early on sponsoring skaters like Lucy Adams (Lovenskate) but the rest of the industry is only just catching up and paying attention. It's taken a lot of graft but it feels like we're on the verge of the girls skate scene exploding in a bigger way than any of us hoped for.
Pioneers Jenna of Rogue and Rhiannon of Rokeo
Why not head over to your local spot today in celebration and honour of IWD? Share your photos and vids with us too! Gender isn't important: we can all do our bit in helping making this world more equal and it can start you with getting on your board. Or encouraging your sister/mum/friend get on a board – it all counts. Get involved.
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Jesus told the parable of a man who went to another man's house at midnight to get bread for a friend. Prayer involves three things seen in this story: knowing God, a sincere heart and persistence.
It would have done the man no good to ask for bread if there was no bread in the house. What if the man had been asking for an ink cartridge for his Hewlett Packard printer? There was no ink cartridge in that house. The man knew what was in the house and so he knew what to ask for. Jesus said "ask me for anything in my name" and "whatever you ask in my name" I will do. If it is in the house it is yours. All things are possible with God, but if it is not "with God" it remains impossible.
The prayers that you see answered in the Bible are not ritual prayers or prayers of rambling words filled with indifference. The great prayers of the Bible were spontaneous expressions of fervor, filled with the emotions of man's soul. They were from a sincere heart.
Jesus says the man received the bread not because he was a friend, but because he was persistent in asking. Persistence is not the same thing as years of rituals filled with indifference. Persistence is a result of the first two: knowing God and a sincere heart . Persistence in prayer is then followed by persistence in life.
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April 1, 2002 by Frank Dallahan
Alice Gallagher Mignatti, the mother of a good friend, used to say, "Self-praise stinks." Mrs. Mignatti was absolutely right, but for once I feel compelled to ignore her sage advice. That's because I'm proud of the effort JCK magazine and The JCK Shows have made to provide support to a variety of industry associations. Over the past four years, The JCK Jewelry Industry Fund has contributed $1.6 million to address significant problems affecting the business, and to positively enhance the image of the industry. The Gemological Institute of America received funding to research emerald filler materials and HPHT diamonds—two of the most pressing issues faced by an industry that is a regular target of the consumer media. While GIA has expended significant sums of its own money to address these matters, I am particularly gratified that JCK is helping GIA learn more about these problems.


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Trine 2's adventure starts off with three different characters, Amadeus the Wizard, Pontius the Knight, and Zoya the Thief. Each character rediscovers the Trine which then brings them back together once again to save the Kingdom from peril.
Through a series of book entries, looted poems and narrative, a story of two sisters, Rosabel and Isabel, unfolds. They begin with the sisters at ages 8 and 9 respectively, and as the stories progress into their later years it's made clear that Isabel received more attention, nicer gifts, and was eventually crowned as the Queen. Rosabel grew with anger as her sister claimed a majority of the attention, and became jealous and vengeful.
On her birthday, Isabel is invited to a 'suprise party' by her sister. Invited to a secret hiding place where they used to play as children, she is imprisoned by Rosabel, and is held captive by a magical tree which causes a great amount of imbalance in the kingdom.
Trine 2 picks up after an undisclosed amount of time from the first Trine, in which the three heroes saved the kingdom from an undead invasion. The heroes ultimately parted ways at the game's conclusion. All that is known is that according to the opening cinematic, Amadeus has started a family, Pontius has been living in a farming community, and Zoya has continued with her thieving ways.
Some time later, the Trine appears to the three heroes once again, forcing them to combine forces on a new adventure.
The Trine warps the trio to a mysterious place that they have never heard of or seen before. The three heroes slowly discover the path out of this mysterious place while a figure (titled "The Witch" by the Goblins) is observing their progress.
Eventually the mysterious figure reveals herself to be Princess Rosabel and asks the heroes to help her get rid of the nasties who have overrun the kingdom. The heroes agree to assist her, and slowly progress toward a once glamorous castle which is now taken over by the goblins, where the Goblin King (not David Bowie) now resides.
However, Rosabel's motives are soon discovered by the trio. She has kidnapped her sister in order to becone the queen. After a prolonged chace, the heroes discover that Isabel is being held captive inside a magicaltree,which is leeching away her magic, causing the bizzare plant life seen throughout the game to grow. Rosabel, in order to hold her position of power, attempts to kill the heroes by letting her pet dragon attack them.
The heroes manage to destroy the dragon and save Isabel amid the turmoil surrounding the land. Isabel then saves her sister Rosabel, who falls into the river unconcious, and then thanks the heroes who are then teleported back to the forest where their adventure began by the Trine. They are last seen sitting at a camp sharing stories of their grand adventure before travelling back to their homes.


A UNESCO World Heritage Site, Mumbai's Chhatrapati Shivaji Terminus or CST – formerly Victoria Terminus is one of the country's oldest Victorian-Italianate-Gothic style architectural buildings.
Designed by Frederick William Stevens, it was built in 1887 in the Bori Bunder area of Mumbai.
This was my third trip to Mumbai but first as a tourist. Earlier, I visited the financial capital of India due to some official work. I was quite excited to visit Mumbai once again but honestly speaking I wasn't expecting any big surprises.
But Mumbai proved me wrong. I wasn't just surprised but astonished by the historic British era buildings of south Mumbai.
Simple architecture yet very attractive. These buildings, some colorful and some grey, took me to the bygone era.
These beauteous buildings will literally make you feel that you are in an European country. At least I felt so.
Being a huge admirer of India's history, I was glad to discover a different part of Mumbai.
And If you are a history buff, then it is a must visit place for you. Meandering through the narrow lanes and eating in small eateries, my trip became more than wonderful.
And if you plan to travel on Sunday then there are many organisations which conduct heritage walk.


This is preliminary race info. Year-specific details, such as opening times and locations, will be posted 2 weeks before the race.
The length of each section of the relay races will be published after the course has been measured and certified.
Wheelchair and handbike racers can start ahead of the field but they have to consult with the race organizers in advance about passing the lead car.
The start of the 30 km will be at a different location: at 12.195 meters on the marathon course.
There will be no mass start, runners start individually according to their goal finish time.
This way each runner joins the marathon field when marathon runners run a similar pace as them.
The exact course changes every year, however, you can take a look at the course of the previous edition here.
In the race centre until 30 minutes before the start.
You must have your registration confirmation with you to pick up your bib, either printed or the e-mail on your phone. To collect the bib of another runner you must show his/her registration confirmation.
Participants running their first marathon are entitled to wear another bib on their back with "MY FIRST MARATHON" will be written on it.
If you indicated in the registry form that this would be your first marathon, you will get this race number automatically when picking up your race number. If you didn't indicate it when registering for the event, you can ask for it at the problem-solving table in the race centre.
Facilities will be open before and after the race. Showers are also available on location for individual marathon and 30 km runners.
Additionally, there will be changing rooms at the start of 30 km and at the relay exchange stations.
In tents at the start/finish area. It can be used with the baggage tag attached to your bib.
Attention! We don't guard valuables in the cloakroom!
Bags handed off at the start of 30 km will be transported to the cloakroom at the finish.
There will be no cloakroom at the relay exchange stations.
There will be a monitored bike rack at the site of the race.
There will be portable toilets and urinals for men near the race centre, at the start/finish area, at each refreshment and relay exchange station.
There will be refreshment stations set up around ever 3-4 km along the way.
Next to water, they serve other drinks and snacks to help your run, such as iso-drinks, banana, and glucose.
There will be pace runners who will help you achieve your goal time and guide you to the finish line.
In advance: online at entry.budapestmarathon.com until September 22, 2019. – Click here for prices and further details.
On-site: If the limit has not been reached registration is also possible on-site at the race centre.
There is no on-site registration for wheelchair and handbike racers!
BSI reserves the right to introduce an entry limit at any time prior to the race.
A sweep bus follows the runners. If you are passed by the sweep bus, you have to get on the bus, your race number will be crossed and you are not allowed to enter the finish area.
According to the time limit of the marathon: the last runner must finish 5 hours and 30 minutes after the marathon start.
By race day, registrants for this event must be 18 or older (born before September 29, 2001).
By race day, registrants for this event must be 12 or older (born before September 29, 2007).
By race day, registrants for this event must be 16 or older (born before September 29, 2003).
All participants are invited to take part in the Barilla Pasta Party on Saturday!
The pasta party is included in the registration fee of the SPAR Budapest Marathon and 30 km, while others can purchase their ticket on site.
rder your medal insert engraved with your name and your result!
By doing this you can skip the long queues and you don't have to bother with cash. Buy it online and after the event we will send you the medal insert engraved with your name and time that fits neatly into the back of your finisher medal.
We will engrave your name and time on a small stick-on metal card and send it to your postal address. When you get it you can easily stick it onto the back of your medal and your personalized medal is ready!
The medal insert can be ordered prior to the race online at the entry.budapestmarathon.com website.
The personal medal insert can only be ordered for those with an individual result.
The price of the medal insert with shipping and handling (to a foreign address) is 6€.
The event is timed by AGNI-Timing.
The UHF chip will be located at the back of your bib number.
Consequently, it is essential that you wear your own bib correctly: well visibly on your chest without folding it.
Failure to do so may result in a 10-minute time penalty.
Prizes will be issued to the top 3 male and female individuals and teams. The official results will be based on the brutto times.
A list of results will be published online real time, the lists are being updated while runners are crossing the finish line.
Runners who do not have a time at one of the checkpoints along the course will not be given a rank.
Those who received a 10-minute penalty will be marked with an asterisk.
During the race, medical services are available at the medical area beside the finish line.
If you see someone collapsing along the course please notify the race organizers posted at each kilometre sign or at the refreshment stations.
At the back of each bib, you can find the phone number of the medical team.
Fill in the emergency section on the back of your bib. Do not forget to mention if you have taken any medication before the race!
Please wear your race number on the front and make sure that it is clearly visible at all times and don't fold it! Make sure you put your race number on your T-shirt properly with the safety pins which can be found in your race packet and also on the registration tables. Improper wear might result in a 10-minute time penalty.
Participation in the event is open to any properly trained runner or wheelchair racer who has agreed to the standard terms and conditions.
When you use earphones, you are unable to hear noises from outside, so you might obstruct a runner who is trying to pass you or race marshals or members of the medical team. It is NOT PERMITTED to listen to MP3 players or any other devices plugged into both ears. Anyone breaking the rules can get a 10-minute time penalty.
Among the runners, there will be race organizers on bikes and motorbikes, and also ambulances if needed.
Participants are not permitted to roller-skate, bike, run without a race number, or run with a dog. Those attempting to run accompanied by someone on a bicycle or on roller-skates can be disqualified.
BSI reserves the right to change the route, the program and the date of the event.


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Please submit the claim form in the third tab on this page to claim your winnings after the season.
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Though Banda Los Sebastianes has become a mainstay of Sinaloa's banda popular scene since 2014, few outside the world of Mexican Regional Music know that the Mazatlán group has been recording and touring together since 2004. This large, ever-evolving large band came together under the direction of composer, singer, and songwriter Armando Paul Celis. He assembled the group from a large cast of top-flight veteran musicians from other acts who all shared the desire to inject new energy into the banda movement. Due to that modus operandi, personnel has shifted almost constantly.
After rehearsing and playing a few gigs, Banda Los Sebastianes cut their independent debut, Que Hago Yo, to sell through local shops and at shows. They played anywhere and everywhere they could, opening for other touring acts in and around Mazatlán as well as weddings and festivals. They followed it in 2007 with No Te Olvido Yo. It included two locally popular singles -- now considered among their greatest hits -- "A Ese Ladrón" and "El Mmm." Radio airplay increased and they began to play shows outside Sinaloa. In order to keep fresh material in front of the public, Banda Los Sebastianes issued a series of digital and YouTube singles including "En la Cima del Cielo," "Estoy Sangrando Tu Amor," and "Un Loco." 2010's full-length Corridos Adictivos widened their reputation nationally and garnered interest from radio and the internet from the Southwestern United States.


The Military Packagers Approval Scheme (MPAS) is designed to ensure that where MilItary Level Packaging is specified it is designed and manufactured in compliance with all the relevant Defence Standards.
MPAS was introduced in June 2012 and is based on Defence Standard (Def Stan) 81-41 Pt 1-6. Any companies who supply material packed to Military Level to the UK MOD must ensure the packaging operation complies with MPAS, and that they are ISO 9001 certified.
The scheme is audited as part of a company's ISO 9001 certification and only MPAS Certified Designers can submit a Service Packaging Instruction Sheet (SPIS) design to be used within the JSC.
Allan Webb provides SPIS management services to a number of MPAS registered companies.
Where a company supplies an item to the MOD and requires access to the relevant Service Packaging Instruction Sheet (SPIS) this can be gained, if authorised, via a purchasable technical solution from the MOD for an initial one-off payment and an annual subscription. Alternatively for authorised companies Allan Webb is able to access the SPIS Index, which can supply the relevant details such as how an item should be packaged, dimensions, material, etc. This service is chargeable.
If that company has the necessary MPAS registration they are then able to package the item accordingly – if they do not, they would then contact an MPAS packaging company.
Where a SPIS does not exist, only an MPAS registered company can create a new one. A new SPIS must be uploaded to the Index for it to be formally recognised. As one of the most experienced contractors with the initial population and ongoing management of data in TDOL, Allan Webb is able to provide an essential service to MPAS registered companies for the management of SPISs.
For a company to achieve MPAS approval a comprehensive training programme must be undertaken followed by a final assessment.
PRACTITIONER: A series of Computer Based Training (CBT) modules providing a base knowledge of Def Stan 81-41 and the SPIS design process.
EXPERT: A four day bespoke, or in-house classroom-based course that measure the delegate's ability to design a SPIS for a variety of items in accordance with Def Stan 81-41.
Completion of the Practitioner course is a pre-requisite for attendance at the Expert course.
On completion of both the Practitioner and Expert course, a portfolio of work is then presented to the MPAS Management Board for consideration of the award of Designer Certification.
To find out more about how Allan Webb's services could benefit you, contact us by email at mpas@allanwebb.co.uk or by phone on 01453 824581.


The GE Profile front load steam washer with Overnight Ready cycle stands out as a time saving hero among the crowd. Overnight Ready lets you throw a small load in the washer, then wake up to ready-to-wear results. Yes, you don't need to put it in the dryer in the middle of the night or whenever, because this cycle cleans and has a small load ready to wear in under 8 hours without changing the load from the washer to the dryer. Adaptive Vibration Control adapts to floor type and installation location, then optimizes spin patterns to reduce noise and vibration caused by out-of-balance loads. You can peacefully sleep while the laundry is getting done on the second floor, next to your bedroom. Weak floors, wood, tile, vinyl, concrete don't matter as AVC quietly blends in anywhere. Comes in white or champagne colors. An LED tub light fully illuminates the wash basket.
Overnight Ready washer is among GE largest capacity washing machines, with up to 5.1 cu.ft. Matching Dryer has 7.5 cu. ft. capacity allowing you to get more laundry done in less time. Load-sensing adaptive fill automatically measures dry clothing and adds just the right amount of water, then adds water and checks again to ensure accuracy. A HydroHeater boosts incoming water temperature for superior cleaning. And DuoDry uses two motors, two thermistors, two moisture sensors and a variable heater to provide even heat for optimal drying performance.
The Stain Inspector system is the most comprehensive removal system available and treats over 40 common stains, from grass to grease. Steam options, such as Steam Refresh and Steam Dewrinkle, provide advanced clothes care options and can rejuvenate or sanitize fabrics in a matter of minutes. Specialty cycles offer improved care for specific items, like performance fabrics, comforters or pet bedding, to take all the guesswork out of getting the best possible results. And a Baffle Dry system conveniently stores a hook and retractable rack in the dryer, making it easy to dry items you would normally have to hang dry.
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'Fatal' frost hits Champagne vineyards
Caroline Henry April 21, 2017
Frost in Champagne
Champagne makers fear that they have again lost a significant amount of their potential grape harvest after plunging temperatures caused severe late-spring frosts in France's premier sparkling wine region, as well as in other vineyard areas of the country.
Frost fears across France after sudden drop in temperatures after bud-break
Champagne vineyard managers report losses of more than 20% in some areas and 50% in others
Growers face pressure after 'fatal' frost in late April for second year in a row
Temperatures have dropped below zero overnight in most of France this week, causing nerves to fray in the vineyards. Champagne has been no exception, and frost damage seems to be omnipresent in the region.
The worst hit is probably the Côte des Bar in the Aube department, although a full damage report was still being compiled. Last year the region suffered similar losses after the severe frosts of 27 April.
This means that local growers could face intense financial pressure, because as overall reserves in the region are at all-time low.
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Olivier Horiot, a winemaker in Les Riceys, estimated that 40 to 50% of the potential 2017 harvest in the region has been wiped out.
'Last night, temperatures dropped to -6 degrees celsius in some places, and they remained this low for most of the night. This combination of prolonged severe frosts is fatal for the young buds.'
Early damage assessments still need to be clarified, but Horiot said that he feared that the prolonged cold also potentially damaged the second-generation bud development. If so, that would mean no fruit on the affected vines.
Johann Merle, vineyard director at Champagne Roederer, told Decanter.com that the house estimates it lost 23% of the potential 2017 vintage in the Côte des Blancs, 35-40% in the Montagne de Reims and 15 to 20% in the Vallee de la Marne.
However, he believes the frosts were less severe than the ones the region suffered in 2003.
Benoit Tarlant, from Champagne Tarlant in Oeuilly, did not agree with this. 'We lost just about all of our Chardonnay last night, and had big losses in our Pinot Noir vineyards as well. Our first impressions are a potential loss of 70%, which is more than we suffered in 2003.'
Frédéric Minière, who is based in Hermonville, also reported losses up to 80% in his Chardonnay vineyards. However, he added that the real damage will not be known until the end of the week.
Benoit Gouez, cellar master at Champagne Moët & Chandon, said that we will have to wait till the beginning of next week to be able to correctly evaluate the real damage the frost has done.
Temperatures again dipped below freezing on Thursday night (20 April).
Horiot said that he believed frost issues will continue in years to come, because of the global warming. 'It is not the frosts which are later than they traditionally have been, it's the mild weather in March which has caused the vines to develop earlier than in the past.'
Editing by Chris Mercer.
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A Beautiful Wife Is Suddenly Dead
A debut short story by Margaret Meehan recommended by Electric Literature
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Written by Margaret Meehan
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Margaret Meehan's "A Beautiful Wife is Suddenly Dead" is an extraordinary story, and not quite like any other I've read. For that reason, it is very difficult to introduce. I don't want to spoil it, but spoilers have a different meaning here.
The opening line, "Karen Roberts is going to fall out the window," is a threat, a dare. It reads like the the warnings adults give children: your face is going to freeze that way; you'll catch your death of cold; you're going to break the chair if you keep leaning like that. Karen Roberts is herself an adult—a teacher, even—though she is vain, irresponsible, and has not read the books she teaches. She is obsessed with true crime shows—including, memorably, He Cheated, Then She Died!—and feels vaguely disappointed that she doesn't live in one.
For Karen, the shows are "cheap dramatic reenactments of wives who were, just days before their tragic deaths, out buying lunch meat at the grocery store and off-season purses at the outlet mall." There is a seemingly endless supply of dead wives' deaths to be reenacted. "How many more wives must die to keep my shows going?" Karen wonders, a morbid question of supply and demand.
"A Beautiful Wife is Suddenly Dead" is a story about the consequences of living outside the moment, about paying attention to the wrong things. It's a story about coasting through life as a consumer first and a person second, never really evaluating any of one's choices. Remarkably, it is Meehan's first published piece of fiction. Remarkable because the story is confident, experienced. Meehan doesn't so much break the rules as she does apply them in a completely unexpected manner—as a writer she leans far out the window, somehow maintaining her center of balance, daring gravity to make her fall.
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by Margaret Meehan
Karen Roberts is going to fall out the window. She likes to perch her ass on the sill and lean against the cool glass pane, slid open halfway, the breeze lashing at the sliver of skin between the hem of her shirt and the waistband of her jeans. It feels scandalous to have the tip of her crack exposed to the world like this while reading excerpts of Hamlet or Silas Marner to her eleventh-grade English class. Neither of which she has read to completion herself. She got by on CliffsNotes in high school, then SparkNotes in college, and now follows the school-board curriculum exactly, her only pedagogical interpretation being dramatic hand gestures, like beating her chest while shouting the last line of that Lord Byron poem. She doesn't like literature so much as she likes Dead Poets Society, the potential for theater in teaching. As if at any moment her students might erupt into applause, hearts bursting, changed forever. She says her favorite author is Hemingway, because that seems acceptable, though she only made it to page twenty-five of The Old Man and the Sea.
When Karen's class begins filing out, she hops off the windowsill. One of her worst students, Lucy, approaches her to tell her how beautiful—"like, literally beautiful"—her hair looks today. Lucy, smart but too often taken with drawing gruesome eyeballs in the margins of her notebook, always stays behind, gathering her belongings in slow-motion, to pay Karen an arbitrary compliment in hopes it will sway her grade. Yesterday, it was her eyes: "So, so pretty," Lucy had said, which, considering her skilled illustrations of corneal leakage and wormy waterlines, frightened Karen more than it flattered her.
Karen wonders if her students actually find her attractive. There are seventeen-year-old boys in her class who look twenty-two and she can't help it if her twenty-nine-year-old body feels a jolt at the sight of their veiny, football-wielding forearms. She's a woman with a pulse, after all, until she won't be. But if she knew she was about to die, she might do something not illegal but definitely questionable. Like daring to unbutton the fourth button of her Ann Taylor Henley. Or keeping Jesse or Bryan or Tate after class to demonstrate burpees, watching their muscles clench under taut skin, overexerting themselves to impress her. Or playfully tousling her students' hair as she passes them in the hallway, then whipping around to wink. Though winking comes unnaturally to her, which she finds frustrating. The inability to escape herself long enough to perform sexiness. To express the full range of her desires. Always recoiling in embarrassment when her husband discovers her wetness. Always facing away from her classroom door during lunch hour so passing students and colleagues won't catch how greedily she brings the plastic fork to her mouth, or how many processed toppings she's dumped on her salad—fried onions and cheese cubes and croutons atop the most unenlightened of lettuces: iceberg.
She doesn't like literature so much as she likes Dead Poets Society, the potential for theater in teaching. As if at any moment her students might erupt into applause, hearts bursting, changed forever.
The truth is, aside from Lucy's desperate compliments, her students don't give a shit about her. The same way Karen never gave a shit about her teachers. Except for the time when she ran into Miss Schmidt, her seventh-grade art teacher, at a Cheesecake Factory. Miss Schmidt appeared to be on a date with an oily-faced man. Karen's twelve-year-old brain decided, as a coping mechanism, that he was handsome—to push away the terror that men like him might be waiting for her, too, in some abstract adult future of inconceivable X-rated acts. Miss Schmidt was wearing dangling gold earrings and a mandarin-style dress that positioned her as someone worldlier and sexier than Karen remembered from class, where she wore black turtlenecks and taught a painting called "Nude Descending a Staircase" that didn't have a single nude person in it. She looked foreign and strange, and Karen felt betrayed. But the betrayal nudged awake something dormant within her: the erotic. Like being simultaneously stabbed in the heart and gripped by the groin. And that's when it began: the gripping—and pulling and tugging and knocking around—of desire deep inside her that's she's never been able to still.
On the drive home from school, Karen blasts John Mayer, her guilty pleasure. Though there are few pleasures that Karen experiences that aren't guilty. She wonders if her body—good-looking in clothes, confusingly less so naked—would be considered a wonderland by John Mayer's standards. And what is a wonderland, exactly? At a stop sign, she looks up the definition on her phone: "a land of wonders and marvels." This reminds her: she's never really traveled anywhere. Just Cancún on her honeymoon five years ago, which was a seven-day hellscape of drab buffets, screaming children, and Mark's vacation style of bowling shirts and Birkenstocks, an outfit that further complicated her already complicated desire for him.
During the first week of their courtship, Mark wore a baseball cap that he only took off in the pitch black of his bedroom before they would undress and press their equally pale bodies together. Their bodies, together: for Mark, sublimity; for Karen, well, she wasn't sure but obliged and continued to oblige until she had, it seemed, suddenly obliged herself into full-blown marriage. One night, their lips locked underneath the covers, she caressed the top of his sparsely haired head. He reflexively brushed her hand away, then rerouted it to his erection.
"But I like your head," Karen said, reaching toward it again.
"You know how people say they don't see color?"
"Yeah, but—isn't that racist?"
"Well, I don't see bald." Then, she kissed the shiny spot on his head that she always knew was there, but that he thought she didn't—a kiss that was a sort of silent commemoration of every tragic person, including herself, who had tried and failed to hide their physical shortcomings from the world. The kiss inspired in her heart a pity for all of mankind, from homo erectus to homo sapiens, throughout earth's history, which was a grandiose jump, she knew, but it allowed her to have compassion for him. And compassion was love, wasn't it? So, she did love him—or, she was maybe avoiding his erection. Either way, it was the first time she had kissed him with any certainty, even if she didn't know what she was certain about.
At a red light, Karen nearly rear-ends the minivan in front of her. When she rolls down her window to collect herself, which, as a person uncollected—always late, lost, misplaced, and misplacing—she frequently does, a pair of shirtless teenage boys, swinging T-shirts by their sides, pass her and shout, "Ho can't drive!" Ho, she thinks. Hos are attractive, aren't they? Perhaps, if these boys find her attractive, her students do too. Or, too consumed by their revolting doodles and Lay's Variety Packs, do they perceive her as nothing more than a loud fuzzy shape? To hell with her students! She should quit her job to travel, finally, find herself. Like her cousin Barbara who went on that Yoga retreat in Hawaii because she thought it would transform her into the kind of person who woke at dawn to make complicated smoothies. When Barbara returned, she was, sure, very tan, but jobless, thousands of dollars in debt, and drinking burnt Folgers spiked with whiskey every morning. Anyway, Karen already knows exactly who she is.
She is Virginia Woolf. She is E.T. the Extra-terrestrial. She is Khloe Kardashian. She is Ross from Friends. She is Samantha from Sex and the City. She is a roast-beef sandwich. She is a standard poodle. She is an open-casket funeral. At least that's what Buzzfeed quizzes tell her. "Pick a New Outfit for Kim Jong-un and We'll Guess What Kind of Funeral You'll Have." Karen's body, too beaten and debased by the sidewalk three stories down from her classroom window, will be cremated then funneled into a mid-price urn etched with purple butterflies—meant to symbolize the tattoo on her ankle, which she got while blasted out of her mind on a spring-break trip to Daytona Beach in 2008. The skin soon became infected, then scabbed over, permanently deforming the lines of the left wing.
Karen was certain that a prostitute was a woman who killed herself, then sold her body to help with the family finances…And it didn't seem at all odd to her that there might be, somewhere out there, a market for dead women's bodies.
Karen makes a sharp right into Pretty Woman Nails. She remembers when she watched Pretty Woman for the first time and asked her mother what a prostitute was. Her mother was in the kitchen doing mother-like things. Like dumping a bag of frozen mixed vegetables into a boiling pot, then cursing, "Fuck the Lord," when the water splashed up in her face, scalding it. After clearing her throat, she slowly and carefully said: "A prostitute is a woman who sells her body." For the next three years, Karen was certain that a prostitute was a woman who killed herself, then sold her body to help with the family finances. Because she could only imagine a body being sold if it was dead. And it didn't seem at all odd to her that there might be, somewhere out there, a market for dead women's bodies.
She parks at the front of the salon and spit-fixes her eyebrows in the rearview mirror. "Whore," Karen says to her reflection, startling herself, recalling the seated row of well-coiffed women she once saw on some talk-show segment called "women who love being called whores and the men who love calling them whores," and, not wanting this moment to go to waste—this rare door of arousal creaking open inside her before the squall of shame slams it shut—she fishes in her purse for her stub of red lipstick and smears it on liberally to commemorate the feeling. "Whore," she says again, laughing this time and sees in the mirror how crudely her face distorts when it laughs. How is it possible she's never before caught a glimpse of this fright night—her chin, enormous; her teeth, far too many of them. I must get some pulled, and, is that a thing? She buffs her incisors with a fingertip, hoping a glossier finish might redeem them. At the very least she'll have a few shaved down significantly. But will the insurance cover it? Probably not, so she vows to never allow herself to laugh so freely again. Lock up your gigantic teeth, she thinks, and throw away the key.
"Hello miss, what would you like?" a woman squatting at another woman's feet asks as Karen bolts through the door of Pretty Woman Nails, ready to submit her body—this betraying body!—to whatever sharp tool or hot goo might shock it into compliance, once and for all. She asks for an eyebrow wax, then decides to get a manicure and, why the hell not, a pedicure, too. While she's at it, might as well get her pits waxed—never tried that before—and, hey, is there time for a facial? What about hair extensions? Okay, clip the damn things on. Light Ash Blonde No. 22 blends nicely. She flicks her new twelve-inch long ponytail over her shoulder, almost able to stand her reflection again. "Looks cute, honey," a middle-aged man, sipping a fountain soda and flipping through an Us Weekly, says from the waiting area. Once Karen's been painted and preened and prodded, she's upsold a ten-minute shoulder massage while her cherry-red nails dry under UV lights. She pre-shames herself in the event that someone she knows, heaven forbid, walks by this floor-to-ceiling window framed in a garland of faux daisies, and catches her in such an obscene state of pleasure.
Karen walks through the parking lot, her arms outstretched before her, admiring her newly painted fingernails all the way to the car, almost tripping over a curb, thinking of all the things she's going to point at to show them off: maybe a stale croissant in the display case of her favorite coffee shop, or examples of metaphor in Shakespeare on the whiteboard, or acned teenagers who defy her by texting underneath their desks or rubbing on fruity lotions that give her a headache.
Described in the voice-overs as "talented," if they played the cello or bassoon in high school, and "beautiful," no matter how appealingly their faces were arranged. Karen appreciates this generosity. This miraculous recasting of mediocrity in death.
Back at her apartment, Karen switches on the TV to catch up on her true-murder shows. There's Her Husband Killed Her, Why's Mom Dead?, and He Cheated, Then She Died! Cheap dramatic reenactments of wives who were, just days before their tragic deaths, out buying lunch meat at the grocery store and off-season purses at the outlet mall, maybe picking up a pack of defective underwear for their soon-to-be murderous husbands. Described in the voice-overs as "talented," if they played the cello or bassoon in high school, and "beautiful," no matter how appealingly their faces were arranged. Karen appreciates this generosity. This miraculous recasting of mediocrity in death. She settles on an episode of He Cheated, Then She Died!, which features a Wisconsin nurse whose husband, a respected fire chief, attempted to drown her while she was in the bathtub. She was still alive when he dragged her out by the armpits, so he bludgeoned her with a rustic horse bust from Pottery Barn, which he grabbed off the sink behind him.
"Hello, my angel," Mark says, entering the apartment. "What did you do to your hair?" he asks, joining Karen on the couch.
"You don't like it," Karen says, stuffing the ponytail inside her shirt, embarrassed. It scratches the skin on her chest.
"I do, but you don't need all that stuff," he says. "I like your hair the way it is." Mark pulls out the strange mane and sniffs it, which he attempts to segue into a kiss, but Karen flinches.
"It smells weird," he says, miffed.
Karen plops her feet on Mark's lap and returns her attention to He Cheated, Then She Died! Eventually, the police collected enough evidence to arrest the Fire Chief and the local Pottery Barn was forced to sweep its shelves of the now-triggering horse busts. Karen feels unsatisfied, as if she's eaten a saltine cracker while visualizing it as a cheeseburger. She recalls an episode of Why's Mom Dead?: a mother shot through a goose-down pillow, blood-soaked feathers flying. The father dismembered her, piled her parts into their toddler's red wagon, and wheeled it down the hill in their backyard toward an icy ravine. His lie would be that she vanished while jogging; he even stretched a sports bra over her torso for plausibility, in the event that a wild animal sniffed her out of the dirt. Now that was compelling, Karen thinks, to her moral discomfort. How many more wives must die to keep my shows going?
How many more wives must die to keep my shows going?
She notices a cystic pimple on Mark's jawline—the same spot it recurs every month. An unwelcome truth was that she enjoyed seeing her husband somewhat debased; it wrecked her with sadness in a way that made her feel capable of love.
"Are you embarrassed of me?" Karen asks. "Do you ever just look at me and cringe?"
"What? No," Mark says, as if the question is ridiculous, which gives Karen the real answer she's looking for: that he's never wondered this about himself. Mark has never, like her, pondered his potential to be an object of pity.
An unwelcome truth was that she enjoyed seeing her husband somewhat debased; it wrecked her with sadness in a way that made her feel capable of love.
He massages her feet, squeezing each toe. "That's nice," Karen says, momentarily relieved of the day's disturbances, but Mark, as usual, mistakes this pleasure for another kind of pleasure: a desire for him. Like so many men, he believes that all pleasure is a monolith, one big wagging indiscriminate tongue, or, at the very least, is transferable. So he moves his fingers up her calf, then thigh, grasping it and, of course, Karen sees where this is going. She lifts his hand off her leg like it's someone else's wadded up cocktail napkin at a bar and disposes of it on the couch.
"I'm going out," Karen says, suddenly gripped by an awful sense of urgency, a throb of ambition—but for what, exactly? In her own dilapidated way, she had already achieved many of the goals she push-pinned long ago on her college vision board: tear-outs of cheesing brides, modernist living rooms, an image of a sexy business lady with her hair in a French twist, a pen dangling from her lips. She never did pin up a baby but remembers printing out a monkey in a diaper as a joke.
"Going where?" His expression sags. He looks old and hurt.
Where is she going? Karen takes stock of her body parts—is there anything left to service? Should she get a belly-button ring? Another tattoo? Maybe there was some kind of extreme skin treatment she could try, where they clip leeches to your flesh or douse you in your own blood. How about a colonic? Would that cure her of the panic rising in her chest? Being sucked dry of toxins? Surely, she was filled with them.
"Wow, you're so mysterious," Mark says, putting "mysterious" in air quotes, which stings, chafes at Karen like a cheap thong. Is it really so hard for him to believe that she could be mysterious? After everything she's done to emotionally disorient him, like pooh-poohing his sexual advances or wandering away from him at K-Marts and Targets, ignoring his panicked texts, only for him to later find her crouching in the accessories aisle trying on ridiculous sunhats and fake cocktail rings. Why was she like this?
"I'm going to McDonald's," she says.
"McDonald's?" he asks, disbelieving, which pleases her.
"Yeah, ever heard of it? Big clown guy. You want anything?"
"An Oreo McFlurry," he says in a high-pitched voice, as if he can't help but regress into a small boy when shouting the names of treats. He clears his throat and looks away from her.
On the highway, Karen accelerates irresponsibly and rolls down the window to give her new hair a go at glamorously blowing in the wind. What would Lucy think of her new look? She can finally enjoy it away from Mark's suffocating insistence on loving her for who she is. Revel in this mystery, Mark. She feels reborn! But then—ah, fuck—the wind. Her hair pummels her in the face, nearly blinding her, adhering itself to what's left of the lipstick she applied earlier. She rolls up the window, feeling spurned, and gathers the faux ponytail into her mouth and sucks on it for a few miles, soothing herself, the chemical taste oddly appealing. She passes the McDonald's, not quite ready to relinquish her freedom, and keeps driving. A song she's never heard but assumes is popular comes on the radio, the kind of shrill thumping her students crowd around iPhones to bop their big dumb heads to. Karen weakly pumps her shoulders to the beat and projects herself on the movie screen of her mind but it's too humiliating, so she turns it off. Another McDonald's flies by. How long could she prolong this escape before Mark begins to wonder if she's dead? Tangled up in shrubbery or, better yet, kidnapped. He should try searching for something for once. "Where's my moisturizer," he's always yelling at Karen. It's under the God damn sink.
"Adios, Ronald," she says to a third McDonald's, one with an intestine-shaped slide. Perhaps she's on the cusp of cracking some secret code of the universe. After passing a certain number of McDonald's, does one drive straight into a new dimension, a new life? But Karen, weak and hungry and a little musty, turns on her blinker and steers into the next shopping center crowned with golden arches. She pulls into the drive-through, cranes her neck toward the speaker, and orders the McFlurry for Mark and a Happy Meal for herself. A glance in the rearview mirror reveals Mark pulling up right behind her, his eyes cast downward beneath a baseball cap. Her stomach clenches. As if a hat is enough to disguise not only his familiar frame hunched over the steering wheel but the behemoth of his SUV made particularly recognizable by the Hula-girl figurine bobbing on the dashboard. Unbelievable.
But then a twinge between her legs. Was Mark—who has rosy cheeks, kneads all the soft blankets in the house like a kitten, and once stopped in the middle of sex to put a pillow under her neck, which she told him to never do again—a stalker? A controlling alpha male? Both hallmarks of a murderer, she thinks. Filled with a strange excitement for this creepy little game they're playing, she pays at window one, then snatches the food from window two, and pulls into a parking spot at the rear of the building. Behind her, Mark turns in the opposite direction and exits the shopping center, seemingly satisfied with whatever it was that he wanted from her. Must be nice to be so satisfied all the time. She grabs the McFlurry from its paper cupholder, opens the car door, and throws it against the asphalt.
When Karen dies, Mark will scoop up her mess of hairbrushes, uncapped perfumes and lipsticks, noisy bracelets, and smelly candles and smash them on the living room floor. He'll dive into her closet and hang from that stupid Puebla dress she bought in Cancún until the rod breaks and he's suffocating under the weight of her clothes, stuffing them into his mouth. Clothes that taste like her sweet musk. At night, he'll dig out a pair of her underwear from the bottom of the hamper and squeeze them tight in his angry fists, against his broken heart, until he finally falls asleep. In the morning, he'll shuffle aimlessly around their apartment until he can't take it anymore, the heaviness of his sorrow, and calls his mother. When she says hello, he'll say nothing. Just let out a sob so big he chokes on it.
The next day at school, it's Karen's floral-print wrap dress, a Diane von Furstenberg knockoff. "You look like a famous person in that," Lucy says. "That blonde lady from that show about lawyers."
"I'm giving you a C, Lucy," Karen says from her usual perch on the windowsill, a stack of final exams on Thoreau in her hand. "You can stop sucking up now." She leans forward and twists her ponytail into a fat sausage curl, but Lucy doesn't notice as she leaves the room.
Oh, Karen would love this: Lucy on the quad reciting a snot-muffled eulogy—"Mrs. Roberts was seriously the best teacher ever and she had the most awesome eyes and hair and dresses I had ever seen in my entire life"—surrounded by thousands of students. Some collapsing to their knees, digging their fingers into the earth in sheer agony, decrying God for this injustice, a photo montage of Karen's best angles projected behind them. Then, as a blood-red sun sets over the horizon, everyone sways in unison with lighters in the air, as if she's the saddest, most important rock ballad ever sung.
But that won't happen. Karen will get lumped into a memorial with Ethan Foster, the handsomest kid in school, who'll spin out and crash while speeding and swerving down a quiet street not as quiet as he anticipated thanks to the semi that clips him.
"The jerk," Karen's ashes would have shouted from her butterfly-etched urn if they could. Ethan will spend a week sustained by a ventilator before his last breath, the whole of Jackson High more focused on planning a talent-show fundraiser for his family's medical expenses than establishing her legacy of, well, now history will never know. Girls who were her students, who didn't even know Ethan, will embrace one another, and weep, "He was so gorgeous." Was I not attractive enough to die memorably? Karen's ashes would have thought if they could. At least Leslie Stillman will sweetly warble Bette Midler's "Wind Beneath My Wings," which happens to be Karen's karaoke song, over the intercom.
Karen readjusts her weight on the windowsill, then scoot, scoots back, inadvertently banging her tired head against the glass. She thinks she hears something click or crack but is distracted by Ethan Foster, that doe-eyed student she had last year, amble by underneath her. Karen likes to observe her students when they don't know she's observing them and marvel at how impossibly goofy and innocent they can look. As she watches Ethan disappear into the parking lot, his ridiculous backpack bobbing up and down on his lanky, still-boyish frame, there is a foreshadowing. The stack of final exams in Karen's hand blows out the window; she watches them dance in the breeze. Like a cliché. Like a metaphor for something she'd be able to name if she had read more of the literary canon. Shit, she thinks. This is beautiful, she thinks. A sight worthy of being adapted and scored in an award-winning film that she will never see, and which might never be made, because her imminent death could very well set off a chain of events that disrupts the universe irrevocably, causing a truck or asteroid or very large man to hit and kill who would have been the greatest filmmaker of the twenty-first century, and maybe this, accidentally thwarting the creation of some magnum opus, is Karen's legacy. She opens the window wider and notices one of the exams wedged in the branches of a massive oak. That one, trapped, probably represents me, she thinks, twisting her face into an expression that she hopes looks wise and longing, while the other exams, not her, whirl and swell freely up into the clear blue sky. Yes, this is the metaphor for my life, she thinks. Ha! She laughs at her own feeble thoughts. Then, it finally happens: Karen Roberts falls out the window.
She falls out of the window the same way everyone else who has fallen out of windows fell out of the window in the great tradition of falling out of windows. Either a few rusty screws at the hinges come loose, or she loses her balance leaning out to have a stylish smoke or suck in fresh air, or she's pushed out by an evil villain, or she leaps out of her own freewill, but the police will determine that's doubtful by the way her body lands on the pavement. Without determination or intent or much thought. A hapless pile of arms and legs. In the few seconds that she flies high above finality, she regrets that her students aren't here to witness this. To have this tragedy forever imprinted on their young, impressionable minds. She regrets everything she's ever said or thought or been or done or didn't do. Who wouldn't in a moment like this. Karen reaches her hands toward the sky, cherry-red nails refracting the sun, her plastic blonde ponytail whipping in the wind, and she doesn't scream.
"A Beautiful Wife Is Suddenly Dead" by Margaret Meehan Copyright © 2020 by Margaret Meehan. All rights reserved.
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Leon Bibb & Carl Monday invited into the NATAS Gold Circle
The NATAS Central Great Lakes chapter's Gold & Silver Circle committee is thrilled to announce that longtime Cleveland journalists Leon Bibb and Carl Monday have been invited into the chapter's prestigious Gold Circle to mark 50 years of broadcasting excellence!
In 1971, Bibb began his television career at WTOL in Toledo, and also worked in Columbus before returning to his native Cleveland to join the team at WKYC, where he would eventually serve as evening news anchor.
Monday has also worked 50 years at various television and radio stations, primarily in the Cleveland market, serving as an award-winning investigative reporter after starting out on the air on WJAN-TV in Canton while still a junior in college. Over the years, Monday has won some 50 regional Emmy® awards for his work with WJW's "I-Team" and other investigative reporting teams across the city.
Monday and Bibb were already members of the chapter's Silver Circle, marking more than 25 years in the business.
Their 'graduation' to the Gold Circle will officially be recognized by the chapter this summer.
The invitation was extended to Monday and Bibb as a surprise during the chapter's monthly "Centered on Excellence" webinar series focused on "Superb Storytelling & Journalism That Matters" which featured both Monday and Bibb along with IU's Anne Ryder and WXIN/WTTV's Mike Sullivan:


After taking a 4 year hiatus, the eighth edition of the Rocky Gap Adventure Race is back and it's going to be AWESOME! This 6 hour competition is perfect for the sport level racer, achievable for the beginner, and challenging for the advanced level racer. Solos and teams of 2 or 3 will navigate to find checkpoints, all while mountain biking, trekking, and paddling. With this race, we strive to challenge, surprise, and thrill.
Fast, fun and exciting new course at Wisp Resort and ASCI that you are going to enjoy. Look for the course to include long sections of double track, challenging rock gardens and of course some thrilling descents!
The 2011 Greenbrier Challenge AMBC & MARC Series & MD State Championship Race is presented by Potomac Velo Club and the Hagerstown-Washington County Convention and Visitors Bureau.


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Q: ArrayList wrong output I just started working on Vending Machine program but I encountered a problem here.  The output is not as expected. Here is my code.
Vending Machine:
import java.util.*;

public class VendingMachine {

    static List<ShowMenu> menu = new ArrayList<ShowMenu>();

    public static void main(String [] args){

    System.out.println("Please choose from the menu below:");
    for(int i=0; i<9; i++){

        String[] item = {"Water", "Coke" , "Diet Coke", "Iced Tea", "Swiss Chocolate", "Candy", "Chips", "Bubble Gum", "Turkish Delight"};
        int[] count = {10,10,10,10,10,10,10,10,10};
        double[] price = {0.75,1.20,1.20,1.00,1.50,0.95,1.10,0.50,1.20};

        ShowMenu items = new ShowMenu(item, count, price);
        menu.add(items);

    }

    int k=1;

    for(ShowMenu item: menu){
        System.out.print(k +".");
        k = k + 1;
        System.out.println(item);
    }
   }
  }

ShowMenu:
    import java.util.*;

    public class ShowMenu {

    public String[] item;
    public int[] count;
    public double[] price;

    public ShowMenu(String[] items, int[] count, double[] price){

        this.item = items;
        this.count = count;
        this.price = price;

    }

    public String toString(){
    return " " + item + " " + "$" + price;
    }
  }

This is the output below. I'm expecting to list down item with price such as
1. Water   $0.75 but instead it shows another thing.
Please choose from the menu below:
1. [Ljava.lang.String;@5f47ff11 $[D@6fbae5f5
2. [Ljava.lang.String;@574f7121 $[D@208c5a4f
3. [Ljava.lang.String;@5e7d093a $[D@62e8ef4c
4. [Ljava.lang.String;@2ab6994f $[D@3a0b2771
5. [Ljava.lang.String;@324a897c $[D@3b8845af
6. [Ljava.lang.String;@6f9702b1 $[D@2331ebb3
7. [Ljava.lang.String;@226946d2 $[D@2da896a4
8. [Ljava.lang.String;@173a0067 $[D@60f0761a
9. [Ljava.lang.String;@4ad9d6ae $[D@239d5fe6

Anyone help..!!

A: You are doing a loop on the whole list of products, instead on each product. This is your code fixed:
import java.util.*;

public class VendingMachine
{

    static List<ShowMenu> menu = new ArrayList<ShowMenu>();

    public static void main(String[] args)
    {

        System.out.println("Please choose from the menu below:");
        for (int i = 0; i < 9; i++)
        {

            String[] item = {"Water", "Coke", "Diet Coke", "Iced Tea", "Swiss Chocolate", "Candy", "Chips",
                             "Bubble Gum", "Turkish Delight"};
            int[] count = {10, 10, 10, 10, 10, 10, 10, 10, 10};
            double[] price = {0.75, 1.20, 1.20, 1.00, 1.50, 0.95, 1.10, 0.50, 1.20};

            ShowMenu items = new ShowMenu(item[i], count[i], price[i]);
            menu.add(items);

        }

        int k = 1;

        for (ShowMenu item : menu)
        {
            System.out.print(k + ".");
            k = k + 1;
            System.out.println(item);
        }
    }
}

import java.util.*;

public class ShowMenu
{

    public String item;
    public int count;
    public double price;

    public ShowMenu(String items, int count, double price)
    {

        this.item = items;
        this.count = count;
        this.price = price;

    }

    public String toString()
    {
        return " " + item + " " + "$" + price;
    }
}

The output is:
Please choose from the menu below:
1. Water $0.75
2. Coke $1.2
3. Diet Coke $1.2
4. Iced Tea $1.0
5. Swiss Chocolate $1.5
6. Candy $0.95
7. Chips $1.1
8. Bubble Gum $0.5
9. Turkish Delight $1.2

A: return " " + item + " " + "$" + price;
When you return item as a string, you get the [LJava.lang... notation. Use Arrays.toString(item)

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The Yemeni minister who was a colleague of Saddam Hussein and a friend of Kuwait
Leave a Comment / world / By thaipriusclub
Anwar Al-Ansi
BBC – London
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Muhammad Abd al-Wahhab Jabari, the late economic thinker
For years, some Yemeni leaders did not understand why former Iraqi President Saddam Hussein, when opening his meetings with them, was interested in asking about two men who were not among his many allies in Yemen.
One of these two men is the late Sheikh Abdullah bin Hussein al-Ahmar, and behind the question about him is al-Ahmar's closeness to Saudi Arabia, Iraq's southern neighbor, and in his capacity as the fiercest tribal and political rival for the allies of the Iraqi Ba'ath in Yemen.
But Saddam's most interesting question was about the other man, Muhammad Abd al-Wahhab Jabari, his Yemeni friend and classmate. He is different from many of the generation of Arab students who graduated from Egyptian universities and most of whom, in the sixties and beyond, became senior officials in their countries, including Saddam himself.
However, the difference between the Iraqi and Yemeni colleagues is the most evident, in terms of thought, politics, and lifestyle. From where and how did the two, Saddam and Jabbari, know each other?
What background did Jabbari come from?
When Jabari renounced the "Asib al-Sheikh," meaning the traditional dagger of the tribes of Yemen, and gave up the "turban of the judge" after he had become a "faqih," he chose to leave his hometown of Dhamar for Sana'a, and from there to Egypt, where he burned his preparatory and secondary studies in less than sixteen years. months. Then he joined the Faculty of Commerce at Cairo University to study economics, which Jabbari later became at the forefront of his most important pillars and theorists in Yemen and the region.
There, in Cairo, Jabbari met a young Iraqi student, Saddam, who was more interested in politics in Iraq than in his university studies in Egypt.
The cafe that Saddam frequented was buzzing with the voices of its customers, their conversations and their chanting of Umm Kulthum's songs, to the point of noise and clamor. But that noise quickly subsided once Saddam put his foot on the doorstep of the café, and as soon as he took his place in it, many gathered around him, listening intently to his talks about politics and Arab nationalism in the face of colonialism.
But as soon as Jabari comes and takes his place next to Saddam, most of the attention and questions turn to him, including those of Saddam who is very attentive to his older colleague.
Jabbari during one of his visits to Kuwait in his meeting with its late Emir Jaber Al-Ahmad Al-Sabah. To the left of the picture is Ahmed Zaid Al-Radi, the Yemeni ambassador to Kuwait.
Saddam's aspirations
I did not verify whether the two men, Jabari and Saddam, had lived in the same university residence in two adjacent rooms, but the details narrated by Jabari and others and what I heard from their Iraqi and Kuwaiti colleagues suggest that. The details were important and funny about the life of this unbridled Baathist boy, who does not live as a mere student in Egypt, but seems aspiring to power.
Saddam did not come to study at all, but he came forced after a dramatic flight from Baghdad, crossing the Tigris River while he was wounded, crossing into Syria and from there to Cairo, which he reached on February 21, 1960, after participating in a failed attempt to assassinate the late Iraqi leader Abdul Karim Qasim. in October of the previous year.
Jubari narrated that Saddam, as he was preparing himself for the leadership of the Iraqi Baath Party, was closing the door of his room, and after turning on a small tape recorder in his possession, he was training to deliver enthusiastic speeches in front of supposed crowds in front of him, as if he had already become the leader of the party and then the "leading president", which is what Check him out later.
Jubari did not talk much about that except for what he said to his friends and close friends, and I was one of them, especially after Saddam became president of Iraq, at a time when Jubari's relations were strengthened more with his friends from the major Kuwaiti investors, while the alliance of the late President of Yemen Ali Abdullah Saleh increased with Saddam in his war against Iran.
Jabbari elevated his readings and reflections years after his graduation and assuming high leadership positions, which made his view of the outcome of events seem beyond what his comrades in power, his sitting people and those who frequented his famous place in Sana'a imagined. Things have reached the point of mockery of what he sees as the tampering of some rulers with the destinies and capabilities of peoples, including his former "colleague" Saddam.
How was Jabbari the minister introduced?for President Saddam
Jubari visited Baghdad in the early eighties of the last century, and it was reported about this meeting that the person assigned to accompany the Yemeni minister and economic thinker, Jubari, to meet Iraqi President Saddam did not know anything about the relationship of the two men.
When the escort introduced the Yemeni guest to Saddam, he described him as a "unique economic mentality." Saddam's response to that escort was shocking and sarcastic, as he said to the escort: "How do you introduce me to a reactionary imperialist person?"
The blood froze in the veins of that poor attendant out of fear of Saddam, then the latter soon embraced his guest and continued his words to the attendant, saying: "You introduce me to Professor Jabari, and you do not know that he is my brother, colleague, and study companion at the university for years, during which I was preoccupied with trade union and political work, and he was interested in studying." ".
After that, Saddam broke the protocol barrier and kept a distance of one meter between him and his guest coming from Sana'a.
One of the fruits of that meeting was that Iraq undertook to build a number of development projects in Yemen, including the completion of the Hudaydah International Airport on the Red Sea, which was built with generous funding from Baghdad at the beginning of preparations to make the Hudaydah governorate a free trade zone.
Attempt to win compulsory
Saddam offered the upcoming Yemeni politician to join the Iraqi Ba'ath Party and be responsible for the leadership of Qatar if he wanted. Jabari's response was to remind Saddam of his position on the Ba'ath ideology. He said to him explicitly: "I think it does not please you that I am one of the founders of the General People's Congress Party, the umbrella umbrella for all political currents in Yemen, and one of those who formulated its theory (the National Pact) and then turned against it now after this visit, and I do not maintain my principles."
Ahmed, Jubari's youngest son, confirms, quoting his father, that after that Qassem Salam was nominated to carry out the task, and Jubari's son denies that he heard from his father "any talk about other aid to Yemen other than some schools, except for some gifts such as luxury cars or money transfers to the accounts of public and tribal political figures." Among them is President Ali Abdullah Saleh, an ally of Saddam."
Jabari and Kuwait
In contrast to his relationship with Saddam, Jabbari's relations with Kuwait developed, where he had previously been associated in Cairo with a number of its students who returned to their country as prominent officials, moneymen and senior businessmen.
Jabbari met the late Emir of Kuwait (Jaber Al-Ahmad Al-Sabah), and through him he was able to attract a number of Kuwaiti investments and development aid to Yemen, including the Faculty of Medicine at Sana'a University, which Kuwait funded all its other faculties, in addition to the "Sheraton" and "Ramadah" hotels, the "Hada" complex and a hospital. Kuwait, Kuwait School and many other honest projects for which Kuwait won the respect of millions of Yemenis.
Many Kuwaiti officials, businessmen, and businessmen admired Jubari's economic mentality and trusted him deeply, especially businessman Abdullah Al-Duaij, who offered Jubari more than once to leave Yemen to live in Kuwait and act as his economic advisor, while ensuring that he and his family were granted citizenship and provided with all means of a comfortable life. But Jabari preferred to stay in Yemen because of his strong attachment to it and his deep sense of his national and moral responsibilities towards his country.
Saddam agreed with Kuwait on Yemen
It seems that the most important point in what Jabari was able to accomplish in his relationship with the Iraqi and Kuwaiti parties was to reach a common tacit conviction between Saddam and Kuwaiti officials on the need to support Yemen with its two parts before and after their unification in the fields, which makes it a country capable of its cultural depth and human stock to create a strategic balance It was needed in the Arabian Peninsula, from the point of view of Baghdad and Kuwait, in exchange for Saudi Arabia, the ambitious and rapidly rising oil power in the region and the Middle East.
But things then went in another direction at the end of the Iran-Iraq war and the ensuing disputes between Kuwait and Baghdad.
Jabbari did not hesitate when Saddam invaded Kuwait to criticize him and denounce it publicly when he said: "Saddam has incurred himself, Iraq and all Arabs with this act, the consequences of which no one can imagine for the next fifty years."
Jabbari's life and thought
Jabbari, who was known by people to be strong in argument and sharp in words, sarcastic, and provocative to those who provoked him, was frank to the point of being hurtful at times, and he did not hesitate to express his opinions in the face of everyone, regardless of his positions.
One of the anecdotes he tells about French President Jacques Chirac, who hosted him in Paris when he was mayor of the city. Jabbari, the mayor of Sana'a at the time, said: "The mayor of Paris cut me down by staying in an ancient hotel that is more than 300 years old and by sleeping on a bed made 250 years ago, just because I am faithful to the oldest capital in history."
The studies that were written about Jabari's life dealt with everything about him except for his life, which I knew closely and remotely both in the last years before his death, and I understood some of its human aspects, as he was one of the adults with whom my life intersected deeply, for many years, despite the vast differences in age, knowledge and circumstances.
Although what those studies overflowed with about this man was abundant and important information, I did not find in any of them, even in one study at least, a comprehensive briefing on Jabbari's life that I knew, because everyone looked at him from the angle that concerned him and not Jabbari with all that his position represented. General of life, religion, history and politics.
One of the most prominent features of his life was his reluctance to see lights and media cameras and not document his memoirs to the extent that I did not find anything in his archives or in the Yemeni media, just as the Iraqi presidential media did not document a single picture of him with Saddam Hussein despite the many rumors in Baghdad and Sana'a for years about this meeting. .
The nationalists, the Baathists, the leftists, the Muslim Brotherhood, and the liberal economists, each from his side tried to attract Jabbari and contain him, but they failed to win him over, and he was even able to attract some of them.
The Arab Media Center issued a good study on him, which I believe was behind his friend, the famous Saudi businessman and financier, Saleh Kamel, and other Kuwaiti investors and others. Perhaps that was the most comprehensive study on the man during his first years of study at the university, through his assumption of the position of the Ministry of Economy and until his departure for his private investment activity in the field of money and business, and his health as well until his death.
Jabbari mediates between the former President of South Yemen, Ali Nasir Muhammad (to his right) and the Prime Minister of North Yemen before unity (to his left).
"Talaat Harb Al-Yamani"
This study focused on the influence of Jabbari, a student from the poorest country, not only in the material sense, but more importantly, from the worst system that did not know management throughout history, by the father of the Egyptian economy, Talaat Harb.
Jabbari's role, influenced by Talaat Harb, before and after the Yemeni revolution of September 1962, was evident in the establishment of major companies (Yemeni Airlines) and banks such as (Yemeni Bank for Reconstruction and Development), and then his struggle to establish a number of Islamic banks in Yemen and the region.
About that period, Jabari said in an interview with the September 26 Weekly, "There was no public sector or an active private sector in Yemen before the revolution, all of which were dead names. Inactivity was prevalent in both sectors, and at first I worked with the founders of the airline in Yemen, and introduced accounting double entry".
Jabbari began to popularize modern accounting, in which he received an honors degree at the university, on scientific grounds, after he studied it with great diligence at the hands of the professor of the first subject in it, Dr. Abdel Aziz Hegazy, the former Egyptian Prime Minister, whose relations developed after that with his distinguished student.
Jabari did not share their revolutionary tendency with the revolutionaries of September 1962, despite his dissatisfaction with the rule of the imams of the Hamid al-Din family.
Jabbari describes his relationship with those revolutionaries, saying: "They knew that if I did not participate with them, I would not betray them, and we walked on such and such, and one day I returned home and found that they had forgotten an open box with me, and they were originally putting locks on the boxes, so I said to see what is in it." I found a list of officials who should be arrested on the first day of the revolution to be executed."
Here, it is likely that Jabari took a special position that made the revolutionaries exclude him without the idea of his treason.
Jabbari did not put his finger on anything without leaving his touch on it. In one of his last exploits, he ordered, when he was the trustee of the capital, Sana'a, to paint all concrete and cement buildings white, and the iron doors of shops and stores blue, in a way that was consistent and did not offend the architectural character of old Sana'a. Only the glass building of Yemenia Airways was excluded from this, as a symbol of "modernity", whose building and logo were scarred by some silver and blue lines.
Jabbari, the Yemeni economic thinker, is gone and has not been repeated, and his country has lost a model of reason, cunning, wisdom and foresight.


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On November 17, 2017, the undergraduate group Food Tech Club hosted their traditional fall quarter pie demo.
In the demo, 15 members worked together to create a variety of pumpkin pies while learning more about the effects of shortening on gluten. Members participated in both pie crust and pie filling creation. Students formed groups of three, and each group made five pies.
Of course, while the education about shortening was nice, the tasting was the highlight of the evening. And while a pie crust with 100% butter was preferred overall, a vegan pie recipe with a 100% shortening crust also turned out to be pretty popular.


Reading and understanding the Nutrition Facts box on packaging is a skill worth developing – there's a lot to process there, especially when comparing against other products. It pays to know what you're consuming.
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