Special Thanks – I've usurped a moment from the life of a college friend for use in this Log. Don't know if she'll ever discover it, but even if she never knows I just want to say, "Thanks, Noreen!"
Archer emerged from his ready room with a grim expression on his face. Sato didn't know what the content of the communication he'd just received was, but he obviously wasn't happy about it.
"Hoshi," he said, approaching her station, "open up a line throughout the ship."
"Yes, sir." She opened the comm and gave him a small, tense "go ahead" nod.
He took a deep breath, seeming to brace himself for something unpleasant or even painful. "All hands, attention. This is Captain Archer."
Around the ship, 80 humans, one Vulcan, and one Denobulan stopped what they were doing to listen. Porthos yawned and rolled over in his sleep.
"I've just received some news from Earth that may be of import to many of you. I know it is to me."
Sato and Mayweather exchanged worried glances.
three. Archer out." He gave Ensign Sato a sharp nod, and she closed the comm.
Around the ship, responses were varied. Four of the six San Francisco natives (aside from the captain) made disgruntled noises and returned to their work. Three White Sox fans voiced equally disappointed mutterings as their World Series hopes had been dashed when Chicago was swept by the Orcas in the first round of play-offs; the news didn't jibe with their hopes of revenge. In sickbay, the Vulcan and Denobulan exchanged looks, one indifferent, one bemused. Lieutenant Reed shook his head, chuckled quietly, and returned his attention to the simulation he was running in the Armory.
There were others, however, who were celebrating.
"Woo-hoo!" exclaimed Cormack jubilantly. She did a modified "happy dance" where she was seated on the floor of Shuttlepod One. "I do so love good news from home!"
"Not much for baseball, eh, Ewan?"
"Not a lot of baseball in Wales, ma'am," the tall crewman replied stoically.
"I suppose not. Shame. Best game in the world. Hand me that spanner?" He handed her the tool in question, and she crawled back under the pod's control board. "This is totally random, and you can tell me it's none of my business, but aren't you kind of tall for a Welshman?"
"My mother is Swedish," Griffith said as if that explained it all.
"Ah," replied Cormack, for whom it did.
In Engineering, Lawless's disappointed sigh was overshadowed by Tucker's whoop of glee. "Yeah!" he exclaimed with abrupt and brief applause that garnered him startled looks from half a dozen of his engineers.
"You're an Orcas fan?" Lawless asked him, surprised.
"Nope. I'm a Kansas City fan. But they didn't even make the play-offs this year. When you can't root for your team, you root for your league," he declared. Then added quietly, "Besides, the Captain's a huge Giants fan. It's more fun this way."
" She searched for the right word to describe him that wouldn't sound insubordinate.
Tucker supplied one for her. "Petty?"
He laughed. "It's okay. I know what you mean. The Captain's an old friend of mine. Don't you enjoy teasing your friends once in a while?"
Lawless's thoughts shifted to the RPG she and Cutler were planning. She grinned. "Once in a while," she admitted.
"There's something behind that comment," said Tucker, eyeing her suspiciously. "Just what are you up to?"
"Me?" She looked at him with false innocence.
"Nothing that'll disrupt Engineering, if that's your concern, sir," she assured him quickly, guessing at what he might be driving at.
"Who said anything about that? I'm just asking a simple question." His statement was laced with as much feigned indifference as the naturally ingenuous chief engineer could manage.
The ensign considered for a brief second before making her decision. She lowered her voice conspiratorially. "Did you know Ensign Cormack used to play in a band?"
Tucker instinctively followed her vocal lead. "No. Why?"
"You wanted to know what I was up to. Let's just say it involves pink hair and an RPG." She smiled knowingly.
There was a short pause while Tucker considered this new information. "On second thought," he said, "I don't think I want to know."
When the Captain approached her station this time, Sato was far less concerned for two reasons. First, she had a good idea what was coming. Second, Archer was smiling. At his request, she opened up a ship-wide comm.
"Attention, baseball fans," he began. "Last night's final score in game two of the 2151 World Series was Vancouver—five, San Francisco—seven. Archer out."
Sato closed the comm and looked at him, smiling. "You seem to be in good mood today, Captain, if I may say so."
"That's because life is good, Ensign," he replied with a grin. He moved to his chair and sat, asking Travis at the helm, "Mr. Mayweather, are we on schedule to launch Echo Three tomorrow?"
"Yes, sir," the young man said. "We should be at the projected coordinates at 1115 hours."
"Good. Subspace reception is getting choppy. I'm sure everyone will be glad to have clear communications with home again."
Mayweather and Sato simply exchanged subtle and amused looks. Only T'Pol seemed to see a need to confirm suspicions. "Captain, does your desire for a better connection have anything to do with these baseball scores you insist on sharing?" She approached the word 'baseball' as though she'd never spoken it before. It occurred to Ensign Sato it was likely she hadn't.
"As a matter of fact, it would," replied Archer pleasantly, trying to hide a smile. He was sure she disapproved of his use of the ship-wide comm to share such "trivial" information and was curious to see if she would comment further. He found himself almost disappointed when she simply nodded and returned to her scans.
Down in the Armory, Reed looked sidelong at Cormack and muttered, "Do you expect he's going to do that for every game?"
"I expect so," she confirmed equally quietly. "Why do you ask?"
"Today I have to agree."
He looked at her more directly. "Why today, particularly?" he wanted to know.
"Because today my team lost."
"Of course." He nodded. Honestly, he hadn't even noticed the score. The announcement had been addressed to "baseball fans." That wasn't him, so he'd done his best to tune out what was being said.
Unaware of his indifference, Cormack was still talking. "Hopefully, when we get the new subspace amplifier running tomorrow, I'll be the recipient of some video mail from my sister-in-law explaining just how we managed to lose to the Giants yesterday. Still," she continued in an attempt to remain positive, "next three games are in Vancouver. That'll be good for my boys. Have the home crowd behind them."
She glanced over at the lieutenant and noticed his expression. "Oh, don't tell me you don't get just as wrapped up in your rugby matches," she accused lightly.
Too many fist fights would break out."
"Are you—?" She stopped, eyeing him. "You're serious."
"Absolutely." Then he added with the smallest hint of mirth, "It's one of the few ways you North Americans are more civilized than we Europeans."
Cormack was about to protest when she spotted the tiny smirk at the corner of his lips. "Oh. Oh, you almost had me," she said, laughing.
In Main Engineering, Tucker was mildly annoyed with Archer's announcement for his own reasons. He was supposed to be having dinner with the Captain and Dr. Phlox that evening. He found himself in the rare position of wishing T'Pol would be there. The conversation was less likely to turn to the topic of baseball with the Vulcan present. He couldn't count on that with Phlox. He didn't know if the Denobulan had any views on the sport one way or another, but he was willing to bet his natural curiosity would extend to this—one of the most historical of human pastimes.
Immediately, he regretted the mild bit of gloating he'd done over breakfast that morning. "Should've known better," he told himself softly, shaking his head.
Dillard noticed his movement and asked, "Is something wrong, Commander?"
"You a baseball fan, Dillard?"
"Yes, sir! Go Giants!" he answered enthusiastically.
Tucker briefly considered responding, but decided against it.
Cormack was surprised and somewhat concerned when she got the order to report to the captain's ready room. She gave a quick look to Lieutenant Reed who returned it with an equally quick nod of okay.
"I'll be right there, sir," she replied into the comm. When she heard the connection severed from the other end, she looked again at her C.O. "You don't happen to know what this is about, do you, Lieutenant?"
He shook his head. "Sorry. I have no idea."
She gave a nervous sigh. "Well, if you don't know, then I'm probably not in trouble." She sounded unconvincing even to herself.
"Don't worry." Reed said with a reassuring smile. "I'm sure it's nothing like that. But I'd hurry up, if I were you. You don't want him wondering what's taking you so long."
"Right," Cormack said. She hurried off to meet her uncertain fate.
"Come in," called Archer at the sound of the door chime. The ready room door slid open revealing a nervous-looking Ensign Cormack. "Ah, Ensign. Come in."
She stepped into the room, trying not to appear as if she wanted to run the other way. She'd never been called to the captain's office before, had no idea why she was there now, or what to expect. Curiosity was warring with nerves, but she restrained herself from looking around. Instead, she fell back on the safe familiarity of her Starfleet training; she stood at attention in the center of the room and waited for the hammer to fall.
Archer noticed her unease and smiled pleasantly. "At ease, Ensign. I didn't call you here to reprimand you." Cormack relaxed only minutely at this news. The captain rose from behind his desk and gestured to the soft, comfortable chairs in the corner. "Have a seat?"
Uncertainly, Cormack glanced behind her. She moved cautiously to one of the chairs and sat stiffly on its edge.
"I understand you have family in broadcasting," Archer said, taking the chair opposite her.
Taken completely by surprise, Cormack could only say, "Yes, sir." She couldn't begin to imagine how he'd gotten this information, or why it was of such import that he'd call her here in the middle of her duty shift.
"You're from Vancouver, Canada aren't you?"
Again, she simply said, "Yes, sir."
"Tell me, Ensign. Are you a sports fan?"
Finally, realization dawned on her. "Yes, sir!" she said emphatically. "Go Orcas!"
Archer gave her a small smile. "Yes. Well, we all have our own opinions on that topic."
Cormack clamped down on her tongue and her enthusiasm all at once. She fell back on an old standard. "Yes, sir."
and the World Series. And that brings me back to the reason I wanted to see you."
Archer filled her in on his plan quickly and succinctly. Cormack found herself smiling broadly as what he outlined became clear to her.
"It'd be easier if I could talk to Gemma directly, sir," she said a little hesitantly. It wasn't regular for crewmembers to communicate directly with home. There was only so much comm time and bandwidth, especially at such a distance—never mind concerns about security. Communications needed to filter through standard channels.
"I understand," the Captain assured her. "I'll make the arrangements myself with Starfleet. We're launching Echo Three tomorrow. I intend to contact Admiral Forrest as soon as Ensign Sato and her team finish up their tests on the new amplifier. Until we get the go ahead, though, I need you to keep this under your hat."
"Yes, sir! No one will hear a word from me," she assured him.
"Good." He rose and Cormack quickly matched him. "Dismissed, Ensign."
Smiling, she nodded and left the ready room.
Arriving back in the Armory, she quickly descended the steps to the lower level and returned to her post. Lieutenant Reed glanced up at her entry. "Everything all right?" he asked simply.
"Good. I need to run some tests on the work you and Griffith did on Shuttlepod One. You can give me a hand."
"Captain, we're approaching the coordinates for the launch," said Ensign Mayweather from the helm.
"Slow to impulse. Bring us in and hold position," replied Archer. He walked over to the tactical station. "Mr. Reed, is the amplifier ready for deployment?"
Reed ran one more (unnecessary) check of the relevant systems before answering. "Yes, sir. All systems are showing green."
Archer glanced back to the helmsman. "Travis?"
"We're in position, sir," the young man replied as he brought the ship to a halt.
"Excellent. Whenever you're ready, Malcolm," he added to the Tactical Officer.
Reed gave him a brief nod of acknowledgement, triple-checked the systems, and launched the newest subspace amplifier. There was a moment of silence as the satellite deployed, then Reed smiled in satisfaction. "Another clean launch, sir."
"The amplifier has made contact with Echo Two," said T'Pol from the science station across the bridge.
Archer gave her a nod of thanks before looking to Ensign Sato. "How long will it take for you to run your tests?"
"About forty-five minutes, sir," she answered.
"I'll be in my ready room. Let me know as soon as you're done."
He stepped onto the upper level and paused only long enough to say, "You have the bridge, Sub-commander," before disappearing behind the ready room door.
Several hours later, the call went out, "Archer to Ensign Cormack. Report to my ready room."
Cormack clicked open the nearest comm and said, "On my way, sir." She headed quickly out of the Armory. When she exited the lift onto the Bridge, she garnered curious glances from Sato, Mayweather, and Lieutenant Reed. T'Pol merely noted her arrival and dismissed it.
Before the ensign quite reached the ready room door, Reed gave her a concerned look. "Ensign?" he asked quietly. It was the second time in as many days she had been called in by the captain. He was uncertain what to make of it.
Reading his subtle expression correctly, Cormack said just loud enough for him to hear, "No worries, sir." She gave him a quick smile and rang the chime.
Cormack entered the small office more confidently this time. "You wanted to see me, Captain?" she said as the door slid shut behind her.
Back out on the bridge, the human members of the crew had their own speculations. However, all kept their thoughts to themselves. Some exchange of ideas might have gone on had not T'Pol been present. Her Vulcan stoicism tended to make for a quiet shift. Sato had once likened it to the conditioned response of entering a library—the hush was almost tangible.
At that moment, T'Pol rose. She looked over and made eye contact with Reed. "I have business in astrometrics," she announced. "Mr. Reed, you have the bridge." She turned and made her exit.
Hoshi and Travis immediately exchanged looks, their eyes carrying on a quick argument. Travis lost.
The helmsman gave a furtive glance in Reed's direction before asking with feigned nonchalance, "So, Lieutenant, any idea what's going on?"
Malcolm, who knew exactly what Travis was asking, decided not to play along. "Going on, Ensign?" he replied with a better attempt at false casualness. In truth, he had no more idea what was happening between Captain Archer and Ensign Cormack than Mayweather had, but he didn't care to let on.
in trouble or anything, is she?"
"Why would you think that?" asked Malcolm. He put on his best "tough boss" look. "Is there some reason she should be?"
" He tried once again to enlist the aid of the comm officer, but Hoshi kept her eyes trained on her instruments. Travis fought back an annoyed sigh at the desertion. "Never mind, sir," he said, feeling discouraged and hoping it didn't come through in his voice.
At the tactical station, Malcolm simply looked at him with an inscrutable expression. Inside, however, he was laughing. Sometimes it's just too easy, he thought.
The Captain smiled as he approached Sato. "Hoshi," he said cheerily, "give me a ship-wide comm."
"Yes, sir," answered Sato as she complied with his request.
World Series game number three." He knew it was impossible, but Archer would have sworn he could hear cheering. "I look forward to seeing you there. Archer out."
In the Armory, Reed glanced sideways at Cormack. "So that's what that was all about."
"Yep," she said happily. "I'm really glad Gemma could pull this off. It almost makes up for that damned documentary."
"The ups and downs of having family in broadcasting."
The baseball fans found themselves unconsciously dividing as they entered the Rec. Center. Somehow, all the American League fans sat along the port side by the windows, while the National League supporters were on the starboard side closer to the door.
"Mind if I join you?" Trip said, looking down at the surprised Stephanie.
"No, sir." She shifted over a little to make room for him on the bench. "I didn't know you were a baseball fan, Commander."
"Fanatic is more like it," he replied with a broad grin. "Popcorn?" He offered the tub to her, but she shook her head.
"I wonder how the Captain managed to finagle this arrangement," he mused, tossing up a piece of popcorn and catching it in his mouth.
"Dunno." She took a drink of her soda to hide her smile. The Captain hadn't said anything about keeping her part in this a secret; she'd chosen to do that on her own. Of those on board, only she and Archer really knew just how this little coup had been pulled off. It certainly helped that Admiral Forrest was a baseball fan himself. Otherwise, Stephanie doubted even Captain Archer could have gotten him to agree to use Starfleet channels to broadcast what remained of the World Series. But, as luck would have it, he was all for it. All it took after that was a short conversation with Gemma at the CBC, and they were in business.
But only if no one else on Enterprise sees it. Once the initial shock of viewing it had passed, she'd realized that particular eventuality was unlikely and she'd relaxed a little. No one knew about Daughters of Lear except Malcolm, and she knew he'd never breathe a word. She was feeling secure.
"I only have a minute," said Mae. "The game's about to start. What did you want?" She stood in the open doorway, waiting impatiently.
"Oh! Sorry, I didn't know you were a fan," Liz apologized. "Never mind. It can wait."
"Sure. It was just a question about the RPG I'm setting up for us."
Mae's eyes lit up. She appeared suddenly torn. "Really?"
"Yeah, but it'll wait," Liz assured her once again. "Go. Have fun at the game."
"I get it. I live with the biggest Orcas fan this side of the galaxy. Go. I'll talk to you about it tomorrow."
"Cool. See you later." Mae was around the corner and half-way down the corridor before she'd finished speaking.
Liz chuckled to herself and shut the cabin door. She knew she had between two and three hours of uninterrupted time to work on the game she and Mae were planning, and she intended to use it. Should be long enough to come up with the planetary specs at least, she thought, sitting on her bunk and picking up the datapad she'd dedicated to the task.
Despite being outnumber nearly two-to-one, the AL side of the Rec. Center was making enough noise to easily drown out their competitors. It had been a nail-biting three hours, but it was worth every second and every torn cuticle as far as Cormack was concerned. Ishikawa's flying save over the left field wall in the top of the ninth had sealed the Giants' fate. The NL champs went down six to four, and the Orcas were up two games to one.
"Whoo!" exclaimed Commander Tucker. "Now that's what I call a good game." He stood, stretching muscles stiffened by the hours spent on the hard bench. Around him, people were making their way to the door, some slowly and unhappily, others with undisguised glee.
"Don't get too comfortable, Commander," said the Captain from the other end of the row. "We'll tie it up again tomorrow."
Cormack was feeling well pleased at the game's outcome and let her good spirits get ahead of her good sense. She glanced around Tucker to Archer. "Care to make a friendly wager, sir?" she asked with a daring smirk.
Archer raised an eyebrow at her. "Ensign?" he asked.
She realized she'd stepped a bit out of line and he was giving her this opportunity to step back again. She was about to do so when Tucker spoke up. "Yeah. Why not." He glanced down at Cormack who still sat on the bench, gave her a wink out of Archer's line of sight. He turned back to face his old friend. "What do you say, Captain? Just a friendly wager, like the lady said."
Cormack had to choke back a laugh at being called a lady. She figured Tucker was just using the term for effect, but it still cracked her up. At the inquiring look she got from both men, she quickly cleared her throat and gestured to her soda cup. "Went down the wrong tube," she said roughly. Fortunately, neither man realized the cup was empty.
"So?" Tucker continued, eyeing the captain. "What do you say?"
Archer considered the pair of them for several moments. "What are the stakes?"
"A moment to discuss this with my business partner?" Tucker said formally as Cormack smothered another ringing laugh with a brief coughing fit. "You okay?" She nodded, not able to speak. Tucker resumed his seat next to her. "Good. I got an idea for the stakes." He quickly explained what he was thinking, and Cormack nodded.
"Sounds good to me," she replied.
Tucker rose again and faced Archer. Cormack stood next to him. "Here's the deal. Orcas win the series, Cormack and I both get to sleep in an extra two hours a day for the next week."
"And when the Giants win?" asked Archer serenely.
Tucker's eyes narrowed at his choice of words. "If the Giants win," he corrected, "Cormack and I'll play steward for every one of your meals for a week."
Archer smiled. These were terms he could live with. "It's a deal." He shook hands with each of the younger officers in turn. "I'll be looking forward to the outcome."
"So will I," agreed Tucker.
Two games later, Archer was feeling a little less confident. It wasn't over by a long shot, but the Giants were down three games to two. They had to win both of the remaining games to take the series. Fortunately, they were going back to San Francisco for those games, but that was far from a guaranteed win. From the bits and pieces he'd been able to learn over the course of the season, the Vancouver Orcas actually had a better record on the road than at home.
The door to the small private dining room opened and Trip entered. "Mornin', Captain," the engineer said with a smile. He took his usual seat at the table.
"Good morning," replied Archer. "Quite a game last night." The Giants had pulled it out in the eighth for their second win.
"Sure was," Trip agreed. "It was almost over right there." His tone implied that it was sheerest dumb luck that had kept his friend's team from losing their fourth game.
"We'll get you tomorrow. We're on home grass again."
The morning steward entered then, delivering scrambled eggs and toast to the officers. Trip poured himself a glass of orange juice. "Home grass won't do you much good," he said, and took a sip. "Your boys are facing Costello tomorrow. He's 18-4 for the season and hasn't lost a playoff game this year."
"But he's in San Francisco. One of those four regular season losses was there," the Captain countered as he lightly salted and peppered his eggs. Then a thought suddenly struck him. "You're not a Vancouver fan. Where did you learn all that about their pitcher?"
"KC plays them occasionally, you know." Trip didn't want to let on where he'd gotten his information. Better to just look as though he was baseball omniscient. Too bad Archer figured it out on his own.
"I just figured out where you got your stats—your co-conspirator."
Trip chuckled. "Yeah, well," he admitted, "she's pretty resourceful."
On the other side of the wall behind Trip, the object of their conversation was getting her usual morning beverage from the mess hall drinks dispenser. She took a sip and sighed.
"That's something of a religious ritual for you, isn't it?"
Cormack glanced up at a smiling Ensign Mayweather. "There are worse things to revere than coffee," she replied, returning his smile.
The pair worked their way along the line of breakfast options. Travis selected a plate of eggs benedict and toast while Stephanie spotted lemon poppy seed muffins and happily claimed two.
"That's not much of a breakfast," the helmsman said as they found a table and sat.
"More than usual," replied Stephanie, breaking off the bottom of a muffin and popping a bite into her mouth.
"I meant the content. My mom was a stickler for a balanced breakfast. I couldn't break the habit now if I wanted to." As if to emphasize his point, he picked up his knife and fork and started enthusiastically on his eggs.
"Not me. Food and mornings don't really go together in my world."
Travis washed down a bite with a swallow of cranberry juice. "So," he said, "I hear you're joining us for our new RPG."
Stephanie took another sip of her latté before answering. "Yeah. I've never gamed before though. Any suggestions or warnings I should have before we start?"
"Not really. Just pay close attention and be ready to take notes."
"Sounds like Starfleet training all over again."
Travis chuckled. "Sure. If your instructors are trying to hide things from you and there's the possibility of being attacked or even killed at any moment."
Travis laughed again. "It is. Trust me. Last time, we had to collect the pieces of a Universal Translator. Only the catch was they were scattered throughout a Martian city."
"So the Martians had sharp teeth and liked to attack in large groups. And there were flying lizards, too."
Stephanie considered for a moment. "Actually, that sounds cool," she announced at last.
"Just don't get too attached to your character. Anderson was on his third before we'd even gotten the first piece of the UT."
Mae approached them at that moment. "Hey."
"Hey!" replied Srtephanie cheerfully. "Have a seat."
"Thanks." She put her mug and cereal bowl on the table and sat.
"So, how 'bout those Giants?" Stephanie grinned broadly and roguishly.
Mae glared at her friend over her cereal. "Do you want to start a riot this early in the morning?"
"I'm just messing with you."
"We'll see who's messing with whom after this weekend."
"Are you talking about the World Series?" Travis asked.
Both women looked at him and replied in unison, "Duh!" At his startled expression, they had to laugh.
"Sorry," said Stephanie. "When you're fans like us, it kind of takes over your world for the few days it takes to play."
"How much longer is it? I know that's why we're waiting to start the RPG."
"Technically, two more games. Hopefully, just one." This earned Stephanie another glare from Mae. "Don't look at me like that. I've got a bet riding on this series as well as civic pride."
"Bet? With who?" the engineer wanted to know.
and a lowly armory ensign?
The day seemed to drag to every baseball fan on board. With no game to look forward to that evening there was no anticipatory spark to make time pass faster. Reed noticed the lack of this spark in Cormack, but didn't immediately make the connection to its cause. "Everything all right, Ensign?" he asked.
"Yes, sir," she replied, surprised. "Why?"
"You've been unusually quiet all day. Pass me that sonic screwdriver, would you?"
"Have I?" said Cormack, handing him the tool.
"Thanks." He took it and continued working on the shuttlepod's systems. "And yes, you have."
Reed chuckled. "Don't apologize, please. It's just not like you, and I wondered if there was something wrong."
Reed passed the screwdriver back to her. "I think that's got it," he said. He climbed out from under the control panel of Shuttlepod One where he'd been making further adjustments to the small vessel's targeting scanners. "Ready to try another simulation?"
"Any time," Cormack replied. The two stood side by side at the pod's controls. Reed double-checked that the systems were indeed running in simulation mode before loading in the program. They waited expectantly as the simulation ran.
"Damn," Reed swore softly. "It's off by .03 percent. I'm coming to the reluctant conclusion that these so called 'enhancements' are going to be more trouble than they're worth."
"Are you sure it's .03? We had it down to .022 before."
"One step forward, two steps back," said the lieutenant with a frustrated sigh. He hit several buttons, trying to determine the culprit this time. "All right. It looks like the targeting axis shifted when we tied in the new plasma trigger. Try rotating the axis .6 microns and see where that gets us."
Cormack keyed in the command, waited the brief moment while the axis realigned. "Ready."
Reed ran the simulation again. "Better," he said when the results came in. "Rotate it another .15 microns."
Cormack was just about to comply when they both felt a shift in Enterprise's speed. "Feels like we've dropped out of warp," she said.
The lieutenant's hands danced lightly over the shuttlepod's controls, quickly bringing them into live mode and tying them into the ship's computer. "Looks like we've found a new F-class star system."
"Really?" She leaned in over the screen. "Any sign of a Minshara-class planet?"
"I don't know. But I assume there's something that's piqued the Captain's curiosity or we wouldn't have stopped to take a look." He disengaged the systems, returned them to simulation mode. "Have you rotated the targeting axis?"
Cormack rapidly input the command. "I have now."
"Third time's the charm, right, Ensign?" said Reed with a touch of irony.
today," Cormack replied just as wryly.
He acknowledged the remark with a look, and ran the simulation. "This is ridiculous," he snarled at the result. "Now the new trigger's gone off line. Ah well. 'Once more unto the breach'." He picked up a handheld scanner and crawled back under the control panel, laying flat on his back and scanning the systems above him.
"'On, on, you noblest English'," replied Cormack, kneeling next to him.
Reed glanced over at her and chuckled. "Clearly you did something in college besides play in a band."
"Sure. I tended bar," the ensign quipped. "Where do you think I got my copy of Shakespeare's Complete Works? A guy gave it to me as a tip." Reed glanced away from his scans long enough to give her a doubtful look. "He did! He said he had two."
"I'm still not certain if you're joking," the lieutenant admitted.
They were interrupted by the familiar chirp of the communicator followed by the page, "Tucker to Lieutenant Reed."
Reed inched out from under the board and sat up. "Toss me the communicator?" Cormack reached back across the pod and picked up the item, lobbing it gently to the waiting Reed. He caught it and opened it. "Go ahead."
"Malcolm, I was wondering if we could reschedule dinner," said Trip. "Would 2030 hours work for you?"
"Great! I want to take advantage of the time we have out of warp to work on the port intercooler."
"Any word how long we'll be at impulse?" Reed wanted to know.
"Haven't heard," answered the engineer. "Maybe a couple of days if this system turns out to have anything interesting in it."
"Understood. See you at 2030."
Reed flipped the communicator shut, handed it back to Cormack who smiled. "Dinner, eh? You two seem to be getting on well."
Malcolm couldn't help but smile in response. "You could certainly say that." He laid back again and resumed his scans.
When it became apparent he wasn't going to offer anything more, Stephanie prompted, "And?"
"And?" he echoed. "And what?"
"I'm not discussing this on duty, Ensign." Stephanie didn't bother to try to hide her disappointment. Malcolm noticed her expression and had to take the opportunity to tease. "Besides, I've never been one to kiss and tell."
"Kiss? Did you just say kiss?" she asked eagerly.
"I've found where the plasma trigger link has failed. It needs to be repolarized." He sat up enough to find the tool he needed and returned to his supine position.
"You said kiss," repeated Stephanie, refusing to give up. "You don't just toss me a bone like that and expect me not to grab it."
Malcolm realized she was right. He had no one but himself to blame. Amazing the times I choose to shoot my mouth off, he thought sardonically. My mother always said my sense of humor would get me into trouble one day. Who'd have thought it would be today?
Stephanie was still staring at him. She was sitting on her knees, hands on her hips, waiting. "Well?"
He relented. "I'll tell you about it when we're off duty," he promised.
"We're already on overtime," remarked the naturally impatient ensign.
"That's a rotten thing to say to an instant gratification junky like me," she replied, her tone far less petulant than her words suggested.
"You're just annoyed because you don't have your precious World Series to watch today," teased Malcolm in return. "You're taking it out on me."
Stephanie thought for a moment before answering. "You know, there may be something to that. What can I say? I'm living vicariously."
"I'm not sure I like the idea of you vicariously living my love life."
"Don't take it personally. I'm also enjoying Liz's."
Malcolm laughed. "I think you need a new hobby."
"Yeah, but baseball season's over in two days."
"Would it make you feel better if I told you I'm joining Liz's role-playing group?"
"That would depend on the type of role-playing you're talking about."
"Ha, ha. It's a game. I don't know a lot about it, but Travis said they had fun with the last one, so I'm joining them for the new one."
This time it was Stephanie's turn to laugh. "Don't think that's getting you off the hook. We don't start for another few days. I have plenty of time to hear all about this kiss you mentioned."
"Splendid." His sarcasm was softened by a hint of friendly ribbing.
"Hey," replied Stephanie, equally playful, "what are friends for?"
The champagne was chilled. It was just a question of who would be drinking it. With the series tied at three games apiece, it was anybody's guess how it would end.
"I can't believe we lost yesterday," snarled Stephanie for the nth time. Costello hadn't made it out of the third inning, and the Orcas had gone through two long relievers and two closers before they'd finally lost by a score of four to one.
"Relax, Ensign," said Trip from his seat beside her. "It won't happen again."
"It better not. I'm really counting on being able to sleep in for the next week."
She looked at him out of the corner of her eye, wondering if there was more to his comment than met the ear. Even with the limited information she'd wrested from Malcolm, she still couldn't venture to guess if Trip was planning on having company on those lazy mornings. But how's he going to get around Malcolm's duty shift? she wondered. Then she shook her head slightly. He's right. I do need a new hobby.
wandering." Where it doesn't belong, she added to herself.
"So is this for professional fans only, or can a novice join in?"
Tucker and Cormack both looked up, startled by the unexpected arrival of Lieutenant Reed. Trip was both surprised and delighted at his appearance. He grinned and was rewarded with Malcolm's own subtle smile.
"Baseball welcomes all comers," said Stephanie, noting the exchange. "Have a seat." She slid over closer to the bulkhead to make more room on the bench. Trip followed suit.
Malcolm sat down beside Trip, saying, "I'm not going to drive you mad if I ask what the hell's going on all the time, am I?"
The engineer exchanged a look with the ensign before replying. "Maybe you better sit in the middle. That way you can drive each of us only half crazy," he said lightly. He stood, gestured for Malcolm to slide over then sat once more.
Sandwiched between the two people he knew best on board, Malcolm felt a little less out of place. He'd never watched a baseball game before, and why he'd decided to do so tonight of all nights eluded him. He put it down to the constant chatter he'd been forced to endure over the past ten days. It was time to see just what the fuss was all about. And when better, he'd rationalized, than the last game of the World Series? It also helped that it gave him an excuse to spend some social time with Trip.
When it came down to it, he didn't ask all that many questions. Much of what was going on was self-explanatory: get to a base, you're safe; get all the way around, you score a point. He found the research he'd done on the All-Star game for Stephanie helped his comprehension. At the very least, he knew which team to root for.
He was unprepared for the Seventh Inning Stretch, however. It made sense when everyone stood, but when they all started singing, he was a bit taken aback. Stephanie nudged him, pointing to the screen where the lyrics were being displayed in time with the ballpark organ music. Trip glanced at him and just grinned, singing loudly and unexpectedly well. With the voice of Captain Archer added into the mix, Malcolm found the short song surprisingly tuneful. Still, he was relieved when it was over.
When the song ended, they all sat again and play resumed. From Malcolm's point of view, little seemed to have gone on for the first six and a half innings. The magnitude of the Orcas' pitcher holding the Giants to a no-hitter was lost on him. Now, the fellow bearing the name "Mayer" and the number "42" on the back of his jersey was finished warming up and the game was under way once more.
The score was 1-0 and that one run had come on what the announcer had called a "bloop single" in the fifth. It had allowed the Orcas' second baseman MacElroy, who'd already been sacrificed to second and then stolen third, to race to the plate. He'd beaten out the throw home by a bare split-second and had sent nearly half the room rocketing to their feet in exultation. Even Malcolm had found himself caught up in the excitement of the moment. Still, he remained of the opinion that baseball was 90% waiting and 10% action.
Tension was high in the Rec. Center as the first batter came up to the plate for the bottom of the seventh. It was the shortest half-inning yet, as best Malcolm could recall. "Three up, three down," as the announcer said. The AL fans all heaved a sigh of relief while the NL fans snarled at being shut out for yet another inning.
"Gettin' worried, Captain?" Trip called across the room to his C.O. with a sly grin.
"Just remember. Serve right, clear left," Archer quipped back.
Trip laughed hard enough to draw curious looks from more than a few people. But then the Giants' reliever was done with his warm-up tosses and the moment passed.
"What was that about?" Malcolm asked him quietly.
"Just a little wager we have going," answered the engineer, his eyes once more glued to the screen. "Tell ya later," he added as the Orcas' hitter took a huge swing and missed the ball completely.
"He's getting over-excited," muttered Stephanie. "Come on, Joey. Relax," she continued as if he could actually hear her sage advice.
"Damn!" swore Trip at the next swing. Malcolm hadn't really seen what happened, but clearly the young man was out as he trudged, frustrated and disappointed, back to the dugout. The slow-motion repeats of the play clarified the story: foul tip into the catcher's glove. Trip shook his head.
"Next to last inning, Commander," said Stephanie reassuringly. "We just have to hang on."
"I know, but a run or two cushion wouldn't hurt my feelings."
Malcolm was finding little exchanges like these almost more interesting than the actual play. The pair continued to converse quietly, neither moving their eyes from the screen.
"Mine either, but Danny's pitched two no-hitters in his career. He can do it again."
"Sure, but has anyone ever pitched a no-hitter in the World Series?"
"Really?" Trip was surprised enough he actually took a split second to glance over at Stephanie. "When?"
Suddenly, everyone was on their feet and shouting. The batter had nailed the pitch, and it was flying far and fast. Cries of "Go, go, go!" were overlapped by equally emphatic shouts of "Come on! Get under it! Get it!" Then the starboard side of the room erupted in cheers while the port side sat heavily.
"Damn. Damn, damn, damn," spat Stephanie. "I really thought that was going out."
"It would have if Kuehn weren't so damn good at his job," said Trip. The Giants' center fielder had a reputation for stealing home runs. It was a reputation well-earned. This time, he'd practically climbed the center field wall to snag the rapidly departing ball from the air. They watched the re-play three or four times before the network cameras turned back to the live action.
The third batter hit a double to keep the Orcas alive a little longer, but the next was out on a routine single. Players jogged across the field, exchanging positions with their opponents. Stoically, Mayer trotted once again out to the mound.
"I can't believe their leaving him in," Trip said.
"Why not?" argued Stephanie. "He's held a no-hitter through seven innings, and his pitch count is what? Seventy-two? Seventy-five? He can handle it. I've seen Mayer throw 120 and still complain when the manager pulled him."
"That doesn't mean he can do it here."
"And would you want to be the one to tell him he can't finish the game when there's a good chance he could make history?"
One out and two walks later, Stephanie wasn't so sure. She was all but praying for a double-play. A glance around showed that others actually were. She held her breath as Mayer threw his next pitch. It cracked off the bat and bounced off the infield grass right into the waiting glove of rookie shortstop Joey Stephano. He made the quick transfer and tossed it to Mac for one. The second baseman fired a rocket over to Olshevsky at first for the final out of the eighth. Again, cheers burst forth from Enterprise's AL fans.
Stephanie let out a tremendous sigh of relief. "I think I'm gonna die if we don't get another run in the ninth," she declared. "At least we're back at the top of the line-up."
"Don't look now, but the Giants are bringing in the Big Gun," said Trip with a touch of fatalism in his voice. They watched as the tall right-hander the San Francisco press had dubbed "The Big Gun" strode purposefully in from the bullpen.
Archer happened to catch the comment. "Getting worried, Commander?" he said with a smile.
Trip put on his most confident expression. "Nope. He might be able to shut us down, but your boys still have to score."
"Do you really think your man can throw a no-hitter in these circumstance?" the Captain continued. "It's only happened once before, and that was a long time ago."
"Then I'd say it's about time for it to happen again. Wouldn't you, Ensign?" Tucker looked across Malcolm to Stephanie.
"Yes, sir. After all, a coin can't always land face down."
Three outs later, Stephanie was hiding behind her hands. The San Francisco closer had, indeed, shut down the Orcas in order. "I'm gonna die, I know it," she said. "I'm absolutely not going to live through this."
Malcolm gave her a somewhat worried look before turning to Trip. "Is she going to be all right?" he said under his breath so only the engineer could hear him. He'd seen people just as anxious at rugby matches, but the action went so much more quickly the stress was never so protracted.
"Sure," Trip assured him loudly. "She's just soaking in the drama. Right, Stephanie?"
"So you say," the woman countered. "I say I'm gonna die."
"And miss your team making history? I doubt it. Besides, you die, you don't get to collect on your bet."
Stephanie peeked up at the screen from between her fingers. It reminded Malcolm of her attitude when watching the documentary footage of her college band days. He started to say so, but stopped himself just in time. "Are they keeping Danny in?" Stephanie was asking expectantly. Her eyes widened as her question was answered on the big screen. There was Mayer, striding once more onto the mound. "Oh my gods," she breathed, watching the slow-pitching south-paw throw what would be, one way or the other, his final warm up pitches of the game.
"Keep breathing, Ensign," teased Trip. "It'll all be over soon."
"Oh now that's a cheery way to put it!" Trip just laughed. "How can you be so relaxed?" Stephanie demanded.
"I figured you're tense enough for both of us."
Two outs and still no hits later and Stephanie was about to implode. She'd pulled her feet up onto the bench and wrapped her arms around her legs. At present, her chin was resting on her knees over which she peered nervously. Malcolm glanced around the room. While no one else was quite so demonstrative about it, it was clear tension was through the roof. Whether they were hoping for an out or a hit, every person was strung tight with anticipation as the third batter of the inning stepped up. Stephanie held her breath with every pitch.
Foul off the left field line.
Ball one, low and outside.
"Come on," whispered the ensign like it was a mantra. "Come on. One more strike." She wasn't the only one. Several people were making similar noises.
Ball two, low and inside.
One side of the room cheered, the other groaned.
Ball three, low and inside.
"Three and two?! Could this be any worse?" Stephanie practically squeaked, and then held her breath as Mayer wound up once more.
Foul off the third base line. Still three and two.
The throw, the swing, the crack as the ball flew off the bat. The result was inevitable. Drifting slowly out from second base, MacElroy waited patiently as the towering pop-up arced and began its descent, finally landing with a gratifying thump in his glove.
The crowds both in the ballpark and on Enterprise exploded. The pandemonium in the stands wasn't quite what it would have been had the game been played in Vancouver rather than San Francisco, but the close proximity of the two cities allowed for an extensive number of Orcas fans to be in attendance, and they were certainly making their presence known. On the field, players leapt up and down, hats and gloves went flying into the air. As the heartbroken Giants watched, the Orcas rushed from the visitors' dugout to gather at the pitcher's mound and hoist their conquering hero into the air. The cameras cut to in front of the dugout where Olshevsky was currently pouring champagne over the head of the team's manager, both laughing joyously.
Champagne was also flowing in Enterprise's Rec. Center, although without such wild abandon. A steward (and AL fan) had begun popping open the bottles and pouring out the sparkling pale liquid. Trip laughed as he grabbed two glasses and passed them off to Malcolm and Stephanie, then snagged one for himself.
Archer strolled slowly over to the trio. "Congratulations," he said, trying not to sound as begrudging as he felt.
"Thank you, sir. Champagne?" Trip said, making to reach for another glass.
"No, thanks," replied Archer, the ribbing not lost on him. He turned to Reed. "Surprised to see you here, Malcolm. Did you enjoy the game?"
"Yes, thank you." He didn't want to sound too enthusiastic. He wasn't a real fan, after all, and didn't feel the need to antagonize his C.O. over the matter as Trip clearly did.
"You should be aware that Ensign Cormack here will be coming on duty two hours late for the next week."
"Sir?" Malcolm looked back and forth between the captain and the ensign.
"I'll let her explain." Archer looked at Cormack. "Congratulations, Ensign. And despite how it turned out, thanks for your help getting this set up for us."
"Thank you, Captain. And you're welcome. We can always hope we'll be doing this again next year."
Archer simply nodded and gave them all a tight, cheerless smile before leaving the Rec. Center. The crowd had thinned considerably in a short time, leaving only the American League fans to celebrate their victory.
Trip raised his glass, saying loudly, "To the Vancouver Orcas, 2151 World Champions!" Another celebratory cheer rose from the remaining folks as they raised their glasses and drank. Trip turned a curious eye on Stephanie. "Not toasting, Ensign?"
"I don't drink, actually, Commander," she replied.
"Well, we have to find you something! Can't let an event like this go un-toasted!" the engineer declared. "Here. Hold this." He handed his glass to Malcolm, who took it reflexively. "Be right back." Trip promptly disappeared from the room.
Malcolm looked down at the two glasses he held, shook his head. "This looks good, doesn't it?" he said with mild sarcasm. Stephanie just chuckled. She looked much more relaxed than she had before the game had ended, but she seemed a little ill at ease. "Here," said Malcolm. He quickly found a place to set down the glasses he held, then relieved Stephanie of hers and returned it to the table where it had come from.
"So, what's this about you coming on duty late for the next week?" he asked.
"Commander Tucker and I had a bet with Captain Archer. If the Giants won, we were going to have to play steward to the Captain for a week. Fortunately, the better team won, so we both get to sleep in a couple of extra hours for the next week instead."
Trip returned at that moment with a drink in one hand and a bottle in the other. He set the bottle down and presented the glass to Stephanie, saying, "Sparkling apple cider."
Stephanie smiled. "Thank you, Commander," she replied, accepting it.
"Now, where's that champagne?" He glanced around. Malcolm retrieved the glasses, handed him his. "Thanks, Malcolm," he said, giving him a warm smile. Malcolm brightened perceptibly, and Stephanie found herself grinning, too.
Gods, he looks happy, she thought.
"Now," Trip was saying, "let's try this again." He held his glass high and repeated his earlier toast more quietly. The trio clinked their glasses and drank. Trip tossed back the last of his champagne and sighed in satisfaction. "I need a refill. Malcolm?"
"No, thanks," the lieutenant said. "I'm fine."
"Well, I have an excuse to celebrate and the okay to sleep in tomorrow. I'm sure as hell not passing up the opportunity. Excuse me." He wended his way through the throng to where the open champagne bottles stood waiting.
Malcolm watched him go, his smile and his glance never wavering. Stephanie chuckled low in her throat. "What?" asked Malcolm, his attention broken by the sound.
"I know that laugh, and it's never meant nothing."
Stephanie was saved from having to explain herself by Trip's return. He'd claimed a nearly full bottle and was just refilling his glass as he approached. "Here, Malcolm, let me top that up for you," he offered, proceeding to pour without waiting for a response.
"No, really," protested Malcolm. "I don't need any more."
"Come on! Live it up! It's not everyday your team wins the World Series!" Trip conveniently ignored the fact that the winning team wasn't really his or Malcolm's.
"Thank you, but some of us still have to get up early tomorrow."
but it was they who needed to make the exit.
"Perhaps you should take advantage of the time you do have," she said, her expression giving more hint of her meaning than her words did. She was amused (and admittedly a little gratified) to see both men blush at her suggestion. Malcolm even glanced around to see if anyone was within hearing range. It wasn't necessary. Stephanie was mischievous by nature, but never malicious. She'd made sure before speaking that no one would overhear her comment.
Trip just stood there, at a loss as to how to respond. He wasn't as familiar with Stephanie's teasing and sometimes devilish sense of humor. He could only hope Malcolm knew what to say.
"Would you excuse us for a moment, Commander?" was the lieutenant's response.
Trip nodded, relieved. "Sure," he said.
Reed looked at Cormack. "Ensign?" he asked politely, gesturing for her to precede him to an empty corner of the room. He set down his drink and followed her.
That was the moment Cormack realized she'd cross the line, and crossed it big time. "Malcolm, I'm sor—"
She stopped, clamping her mouth shut mid-word.
Reed continued quietly but forcefully. "You're my friend, or we wouldn't even be having this conversation. Understand?"
"I presume your intentions in making that comment were toward what you thought was my best interest. However, if or when Commander Tucker and I decide to spend the night in one another's company, I will not have it orchestrated by you. That eventuality is between him and me. Do I make myself clear?"
Too upset to even mentally kick herself for her behavior, she could only nod again. She'd seen Reed angry once or twice in the Armory, but it was always a brief outburst of temper. Never this quiet, intense, controlled fury.
Seeing her stricken expression, Reed relented a little. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I know you didn't mean any harm, but I sometimes wonder if you think about the things you say before they actually come out of your mouth."
Cormack gave a contrite shrug. "I do," she said in a small voice. "I just don't always think of the consequences."
Reed regarded her carefully. Once he was past his own initial shock and anger, he could see how bad she felt about what she'd done. It wouldn't help anyone for him to continue to rail at her. "Perhaps," he said more gently, "you should consider thinking a bit further ahead in future."
"It's all right. I'm still Malcolm."
Stephanie gave him a weak smile. "Oh, good," she said, trying to lighten her tone and her mood. "I was kind of worried for a minute there."
"Come on." Malcolm returned her smile with a stronger one of his own. "I'm sure the good commander is wondering just what's up. I say we keep him wondering."
Stephanie laughed abruptly at the unexpected joke. The friendly camaraderie they'd shared earlier was back, despite her foolish behavior. "Right."
okay?" he asked a little apprehensively.
"Fine," replied Malcolm brightly. "But I think I'm going to turn in. As I said, not everyone has the luxury of sleeping in in the morning." He turned to Cormack and said, "Good night, Stephanie. Congratulations on your team's win."
Malcolm turned then to Trip. "I'll see you tomorrow. Sweet dreams, Commander." The last was said with the barest hint of insinuation. In fact, it was so slight Trip wasn't certain if it was real or if he'd imagined it.
"You too," was all he managed to say before Malcolm simply smiled and left. Trip turned to face Stephanie. "So, what was all that about?"
"Excuse me?" she asked and took a sip of her cider to stall for time.
conversation you two had," he clarified. "Is everything all right?"
Stephanie quickly made her decision. "Actually," she said a little uncertainly, "that depends."
with me? About what I said a minute ago, I mean?"
"What? About taking advantage of the time?" Stephanie nodded, and Trip considered before answering. How had he felt? Was he angry? "No. You sure shocked the hell out of me, I gotta admit," added with a small chuckle. Stephanie joined in the quiet laughter, relieved beyond her expectations. "But, no, I'm not mad."
"In that case, I'd say everything's just fine." She drained her glass and smiled broadly. "Care for another drink, Commander? After all, some of us don't have to get up early—for once."
Trip grinned and finished his own beverage then refilled both glasses from the appropriate bottles. "Let's celebrate!"
"Cheers!" cried Stephanie, and heard the cry echoed by several of the folks still left in the Rec. Center. She and Trip clinked glasses once more and drank to friendship, sleeping late, and the 2151 Vancouver Orcas.


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As tech companies rush to make their services available in the cloud, one particularly notable member of the tech elite isn't so sure about the current cloud computing craze. Speaking to a Washington audience after a performance of "The Agony and the Ecstasy of Steve Jobs"—the monologue of the controversial Mike Daisey—Apple co-founder Steve Wozniak expressed his concern about the increasingly popular trend.
What's Wrong With Cloud Computing, Steve?
Elaborating on his statement, the Apple co-founder highlighted the proprietary ambiguity associated with cloud computing.
Wozniak's feelings about computing in the cloud aren't the first of their kind. Once cloud computing services began springing up for consumer use, concerns over the ownership, as well as the privacy, of user data quickly followed—and for good reason, especially given the considerable gains that stand to be made by cloud service providers.
However, given the benefits that cloud computing offers to users, it is difficult to think that Wozniak's prediction will prove to be a practical deterrent against this massive migration—by consumers and businesses alike—into the cloud. That said, ensuring that this valid concern remains part of the dialogue throughout this transition may well put the necessary pressure on cloud service providers to make user agreements line up with these reasonable expectations on ownership and privacy rights.
If not, the issue will probably find itself in the same forum where most disputes of this nature are resolved: a courtroom.
…Or on the House floor, apparently.
According to a new report from Wired, a pair of democratic congressmen has proposed a measure that would significantly amend the increasingly dated Electronic Communication Privacy Act, or ECPA. Given the general stagnancy of the ECPA since being signed into law by the Reagan administration back in 1986, this latest attempt to modernize this law could not be more imperative than it is now.
To demonstrate just how behind the times the ECPA is, the law was passed during the CompuServe era, before the days of Google, Dropbox, Facebook and Twitter. Back then, obtaining a warrant was seen as unnecessary for information kept on servers for more than 180 days—the point at which such information was reasonably considered abandoned.
"But technology has evolved, and e-mail often remains stored on cloud servers indefinitely, in gigabytes upon gigabytes—meaning the authorities may access it without warrants if it's older than six months," writes Wired's David Kravets.
Amend the law to provide the same statutory suppression remedies for electronic communications as are currently provided for wire and oral communication surveillance. Currently, an aggrieved person can suppress wire or oral surveillance, but not electronic.
Add new – and, in some instances, modify existing – reporting requirements to ensure that Congress has sufficient information for effective oversight and possible future reforms.
God knows such an update would be long overdue, especially in light of the concerns expressed by Wozniak (see above); however, whether it will survive, or even receive, a committee hearing is an entirely different matter.
Apple Co-Founder Steve Wozniak Distrusts the Cloud: Is He Right?


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Some statistics to feed the debate on the checks and balances of the EU antitrust enforcement system: any comments?
* All those decisions were re-adopted by the Commission subsequently, with fines.
* One judgment led to a significant reduction in fine and the other to full annulment, which led to the subsequent re-adoption of the annulled decision.
** Opinions of the Advocate General have been followed by the ECJ in approximately 90% of the appeals over the 2000-2005 period; the ratio fell to 70% over the 2006-2009 period.
NB: cut-off date: December 31, 2009.


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The conservation and restoration of woodblock prints, is the process of caring for and repairing images made from a specific printing process involving using wooden reliefs to stamp or imprint an image onto paper. The process of creating woodblock prints as Asian examples are known, or woodcuts as Western examples are called, has been known for many centuries, and many older prints have experienced aging and deterioration of the paper and colorants used.

Common materials

Japanese woodblock prints
Woodblock prints from Japan are commonly printed on kozo, paper made from mulberry tree fibers. Many pigments were derived from organic materials. For example, some blue hues were derived from dayflower petals. Other inorganic colorants, such as red lead, were also used.

Chinese woodblock prints
Fibers of Chinese woodblock prints come from five different plant groups: hemp, bark, rattan, bamboo, and grass. Fibers from these different groups were often combined, based on which plants were locally available.

European woodcuts
European woodcuts such as Italian chiaroscuro woodcuts, were generally made of three materials: paper, pigment, and a pigment binder. Paper was generally thin, because woodcuts were made in larger batches, and were relatively cheap. The pigments were composed of both light-stable inorganic materials such as metals and earth compounds as well as organic colorants such as indigo. Both of these respond to environmental conditions different, and require different conservation treatments depending on the chemical composition. Binding agents for the pigments were oil-based and used to dry the inks more quickly. They were made from materials such as linseed oil and conifer resin.

Agents of deterioration

Light

Light has been known to fade pigments in woodblock prints, such as the colorant dayflower blue, found in many Japanese woodblock prints. Ultraviolet is the most damaging wavelength, yet even infrared can cause damage, especially because it also heats up prints when they are exposed to infrared waves.

Humidity

Paper and pigments are both very sensitive to changing humidity levels. If relative humidity falls lower than 35 percent, the paper can dry out and become brittle. If it reaches higher than 65 percent, the paper can become distorted. Furthermore, certain pigments can become more translucent in higher relative humidity. High fluctuations in relative humidity may cause the paper to experience stresses that could cause it to crack. Humidity can also aid the growth of pests and mold.

Heat
Heat can accelerate the rate of mechanical stresses in organic materials and cause the structure to become brittle or unstable.

Pollutants
Pollutants found in the air can interact with materials on woodblock prints and cause them to deteriorate at a quicker rate. For example, when exposed to sulfur-containing gases, red lead pigments will turn a metallic brown/black color.

Pests
Insects and pests can destroy woodblock prints by eating through the paper or leaving droppings that stain the paper. A common cause of holes in Japanese woodblock prints is the deathwatch beetle (Xestobium rufovillosum). These beetles were commonly found in wood used to build furniture in the Edo period. Woodblock prints that were stored on bookshelves, or other furniture infested with these beetles, also became infested themselves.

Preventive Conservation
Preventive conservation, or collections care, is a way of preventing deterioration of materials by reducing agents of deterioration. A good integrated pest management system as well as an HVAC system that filters for common pollutants have been known to reduce the damage woodblock prints receive.

Storage
The paper of woodblocks are often made of wood fibers and may react to non-archival quality storage materials. For example, if stored in paper folders, the prints can become acidic. Using acid-free storage materials can prevent these acidic processes. Storage materials such as folders or boxes can also prevent light from reaching the print, and further reduce damage to light-sensitive materials.

Display
Ultraviolet-filtered, Plexiglas-glazed frames do little to protect woodblock prints from light damage over time. Museums often limit the display of woodblock prints, such as not exposing them to light for more than three weeks at light levels of 50 lux and keep relative humidity at 50 percent ± 5 percent. It is recommended to slowly acclimate prints to any difference in temperature.

Restoration and Treatment

Spots and Stains
One method, called a blotter wash, can help to remove stains. This process involves applying a solution (such as a mixture of hydrogen peroxide and water) onto the areas affected by stains, spray rinsing the print in order to rinse off the solution, and then blotting it dry.  Many processes for removing stains could be highly detrimental to the paper, the pigment, or both. Water washing techniques such as immersion, floating, or suction table may cause the ink to run. Some organic colorants may even dissolve when exposed to water.

Holes and Losses
Holes should be repaired using infilling. This is the process of adhering a separate piece of paper over the holes. Oftentimes adhesives are added that can be easily removed.

Stripping and Demounting
Demounting is the process of removing a print from the mounting material. This is often done because older mounts were usually made from acidic paper materials that can deteriorate the paper or fade colorants. Mounts are usually adhered to prints through adhesive agents that can cause yellow distortions on the paper.

Flattening
Dry flattening the paper of a print can sometimes remove signs of cockling, creasing, or wrinkling, In this process, the print is laid flat on a surface, and the weight of another object is used to add even pressure across the print. Sometimes flattening can be unnecessary, such as when storing items in a folder may be suitable instead. Humidity flattening techniques often involve using humidity to help flatten paper objects; however, this technique can cause further damage to prints that have water-soluble colorants.

Restoration Projects

Antonio da Trento's Martyrdom of Two Saints
The Martyrdom of Two Saints from the Los Angeles County Museum of Art is an Italian chiaroscuro woodcut by Antonio da Trento that had cuts in the support. When conservators looked more closely at this artwork in 2016, they also saw unusual discolorations that proved that newer materials were used to conserve the piece in the past, and the added colorants faded at a much slower rate than the original colorants, leaving much darker stains. In order to restore da Tento's print, conservators infilled the support with new paper and masked the newer overpaint with pigments that more closely matched the rest of the print's colors as seen today.

Torii Kiyonaga's Two Beauties under a Cherry Tree
Two Beauties under a Cherry Tree is a pillar print, a tall and narrow print used to hang in front of traditional Japanese pillars. It is housed at the Library of Congress, and underwent conservation in 2012 for the exhibit, Sakura: Cherry Blossoms as Living Symbols of Friendship. This print was brittle, acidic, discolored, and tearing due to light and pollutants exposure as well as a previous restoration with acidic materials. When it underwent conservation treatment, the print's previous mount was stripped. The print was washed in a calcium solution that reversed some yellow discoloration. In addition, an oxidizing solution was added to red lead colorants that had turned black.

References

Conservation and restoration of cultural heritage
Prints (art)


Fermentation can feel like a daunting project take on for the first time, but is an incredibly simple and fun way to preserve vegetables from your garden. There are a couple reasons that sauerkraut is one of my favorite preservation methods. For one thing, unlike other methods of putting up food (I'm looking at you canning) the stakes are minimal if you make a mistake, and the worst you can usually expect is an extra funky tasting batch of sauerkraut. For another, unlike canning where you labor over a stove for an afternoon cooking and cleaning and canning, with sauerkraut you're really letting bacteria do all the work.
Last week we hosted a sauerkraut workshop at our brand new Community Barn. Just in case you missed it, here are some quick and easy instructions for one of the easiest ways to preserve cabbage through the winter.
At its simplest, sauerkraut is just a combination of cabbage + salt + time.
Chop. Chop your cabbage to your desired size and place in a mixing bowl. Generally I aim for about the thickness of a pen, but you can go thinner or thicker depending on your preference. A food processor radically speeds up this process.
Salt. Add some salt to your chopped cabbage. A general rule of thumb is about 1.5 T per lb of cabbage, but as with most things in this process, the rules are fluid.
Though salt is not strictly necessary for the fermentation process, it helps in a few major ways. For one, it slows down the fermentation. This means in the summer, when the heat tends to speed up the process, adding extra salt can balance that out. Salt also helps pull out water from the cabbage, keep it from getting to mushy, and, of course, adds some good flavor to the final product.
Mix together your cabbage and salt. No need to treat it tender - by bruising it a bit with your hands you help facilitate the fermentation process by pulling the liquid out of the cabbage a little quicker.
Who says sauerkraut can only have cabbage and salt in it? I love to add a little bit of whatever else is growing in my garden at the time (garlic scapes and root vegetables like carrots or parsnips work great) or some extra spices (caraway, mustard seed, and black pepper top my list). If you plan to add any extras, now is the time.
Pack. Once your cabbage mixture has started to get watery, it's time to pack it in your vessel. or small batches, wide-mouth mason jars work great. Once you start to scale up, I recommend ceramic crocks or food-grade buckets. Just steer clear of metals (it may react to the acidity of the fermentation), non-food-grade plasticks, and wood or other porous materials.
Add a small amount of your salted cabbage at a time and, using your fist or a wooden spoon, tamp it down as tightly as you can.
During fermentation, the cabbage should remain completely submerged in brine to create the ideal habitat for the Lactic Acid bacteria that lead to fermentation (and discourage other bacteria that lead to less pleasantly edible processes). If after 24 hours the cabbage is not covered by the water released by the vegetables, add just enough brine to cover them.
A common method for keeping vegetables submerged throughout the fermentation process is by weighing them down. In a wide-mouth mason jar, a smaller diameter jar filled with water works well. With a crock or bucket, placing a plate on top of the cabbage and a weight on top of the plate is my preferred method.
Wait. Now you can place your soon-to-be-sauerkraut in a dark, cool place (50-70 degrees Fahrenheit is ideal), sit back, and let bacteria work its magic. Keep in mind that the warmer it is, the faster it will ferment.
Start tasting your sauerkraut after a week or two. Once it has reached your desired level of fermentation, put it in mason jars and store it in your refrigerator to slow down any further fermentation. Enjoy!


Four new fellows are accepted into the Hematology/Oncology Fellowship Program each year. Acceptance into the program is based on a complete evaluation of the applicant's education, clinical performance, documented interest in research, and a strong potential for success in academic medicine.
The application and selection processes conform to ACGME guildelines. However, due to the large number of applicants and the restrictions placed on trainees by NIH research training grants, we cannot consider applicants who are not citizens of premanent residents of the Unites States.
For full program details, see the Division of Hematology/Oncology's website.


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Clubul Sportiv Minaur Baia Mare este o echipă de handbal feminin din Baia Mare, România, secție a clubului sportiv CS Minaur Baia Mare. Echipa a evoluat în Divizia A și a promovat în Liga Națională în mai 2018, după ce a câștigat Seria B a Diviziei A.

Înființat în anul 2015 CS Minaur este un club de drept public aparținând Primăriei Baia Mare, având ca scop principal "preluarea brandului "MINAUR" și readucerea lui în prim-planul activităților sportive". Sediul clubului se află pe Bulevardul Unirii nr. 14A din Baia Mare, iar echipa își desfășoară meciurile de pe teren propriu în Sala Sporturilor "Lascăr Pană". Anterior sediul clubului s-a aflat pe strada Valea Roșie nr. 26.

Culorile oficiale ale clubului sunt alb-roșu-albastru. Anterior culorile oficiale au fost portocaliu-negru.

CS Minaur Baia Mare a ocupat locul trei în ediția 2020-21 a Ligii Europene, competiția care a înlocuit Cupa EHF. În sezonul 2020-2021 al Ligii Naționale echipa a cucerit medaliile de argint.

Palmares
Liga Europeană:
 Locul 3: 2021
Locul 4: 2022

Liga Națională:
 Locul 2: 2021

Lotul de jucătoare 2022/23
Conform paginii oficiale a clubului:

Portari
 1  Cristina Enache
 21  Amra Pandžić
 71  Ioana Ugran
Extreme
Extreme stânga
 9  Ana Maria Tănasie
 10  Éva Kerekes
Extreme dreapta
 4  Dijana Ujkić
 30  Amalia Terciu
 55  Oana Borș
Pivoți
 23  Andreea Țîrle
 25  Itana Čavlović

Centri
 7  Aleksandra Vukajlović
 22  Luciana Popescu
 70  Andreea Popa
Intermediari
Intermediari stânga
 11  Sanja Vujović
 13  Talita Carneiro
 17  Raluca Tudor
 24  Maria Groșan
 28  Magda Cazanga
 99  Anca Mițicuș
Intermediari dreapta
 14  Taisia Turdeanu
 18  Aleksandra Zych

Banca tehnică
Conform paginii oficiale a clubului:

Conducerea administrativă
Conform paginii oficiale a clubului:

Meciuri europene
Conform Federației Europene de Handbal:

✳ Partidele, programate să se desfășoare la Baia Mare, pe 20 și 21 februarie 2021, au fost anulate pentru ca echipa Thüringer HC să evite intrarea în carantină la reîntoarcerea în Germania. Rezultatul a fost decis de Federația Europeană de Handbal la "masa verde", victoria fiind acordată echipei CS Minaur Baia Mare, cu scorul de 10–0.

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✳ Sezonul 2019-2020 al Ligii Naționale s-a încheiat, din cauza pandemiei de coronaviroză cauzată de noul coronavirus 2019-nCoV (SARS-CoV-2), fără a se mai disputa ultimele șapte etape, XX–XXVI, cu rămânerea în vigoare a clasamentului valabil la data de 11 martie 2020, când s-a desfășurat ultimul meci, fără introducerea unor criterii finale de departajare, fără a retrograda nici o echipă și fără a se acorda titlul și medalii.

 Marcatoare în competițiile europene Conform Federației Europene de Handbal:''

Clasamentul pe sezoane al marcatoarelor în competițiile europene

Clasamentul general al marcatoarelor în competițiile europene

Marcatoare în competițiile naționale

Cele mai bune marcatoare în Divizia A

Cele mai bune marcatoare în Liga Națională

Cele mai bune marcatoare în Cupa României

Trofeul Minaur

Trofeul Minaur este competiția amicală de handbal feminin organizată de clubul CS Minaur Baia Mare cu începere din anul 2017. Competiția se desfășoară cu patru echipe, care joacă în sistem fiecare cu fiecare, iar câștigătoarea este desemnată echipa cu cele mai multe puncte în clasament.

Edițiile Trofeului Minaur:

✳ Ediția a III-a s-a desfășurat cu trei echipe, deoarece cea de-a patra echipă invitată a anunțat că nu se mai prezintă la turneu, din cauza absențelor din lot provocate de accidentări.

Memorialul "Lascăr Pană"

Jucătoare notabile

  Claudia Cetățeanu
  Jenica Rudics
  Raluca Mihai
  Elena Avdekova
  Luciana Popescu
  Oana Bondar
  Helena Ryšánková
  Sylwia Lisewska
  Marija Šteriova
  Oana Cîrstea
  Andrada Preda
  Andreea Lipară
  Andreea Taivan
  Sonia Seraficeanu
  Ana Maria Măzăreanu
  Larisa Tămaș

  Paulina Masna
  Camelia Hotea
  Filippa Idéhn
  Ionica Munteanu
  Linn Blohm
  Jovana Kovačević
  Mikaela Mässing
  Larissa Araújo
  Elena Utkina
  Elaine Gomes
  Asuka Fujita
  Iaroslava Burlacenko
  Cristina Laslo
  Karoline de Souza
  Jelena Lavko

Antrenori notabili
  Costică Buceschi

Referințe

Legături externe
 Site oficial CS Minaur Baia Mare Handbal Feminin
 Vechiul site oficial CS Minaur Baia Mare Handbal Feminin (arhivat)

Cluburi românești de handbal
Handbal în Baia Mare
Fondări în 2015


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1. Robert E. Lee's spirit is on their side. Eastern Kentucky University is located in Richmond, Kentucky, site of the Civil War Battle of Richmond. The Battle of Richmond holds the distinction of being the most decisive victory of the war by the Confederate Army over the Union's forces, with the Union being routed by the Confederates and suffering nearly 5000 casualties. Oddly enough, George Mason University, last year's tourney Cinderella, is in Fairfax, VA, site of another embarrassing loss for the Union Army. Of course, in that incident, the Union only lost 33 soldiers. So therefore, by flawless logic, Eastern Kentucky should roll right through to the title this year a couple hundred times more impressively than George Mason got to the Final Four last year.
2. It's not the size that matters. Eastern Kentucky's tallest player is 6'8" junior center Darnell Dials, who's averaging a robust 8.4 points and 4.1 boards on the year. Not so good. However, their three talented starting guards — Mike Rose, Adam Leonard and Julian Mascol — average nearly 60 percent of their total points per game. That's what I call balance. But hey, you know the old saying: Guards win the NCAA tournament. That sound of whimpering you hear in the corner is heralded bigs Kevin Durant and Greg Oden.
3. You school's not as tough as the Fall Guy's team. Eastern Kentucky boasts as perhaps its most famous alum the Six-Million-Dollar Man himself, tough guy actor Lee Majors. Majors was such a bad-ass that he arrived at Eastern Kentucky after he was expelled from Indiana U. (where he was a football recruit) for kicking a frat brother's ass in a fight. Later, he would go on to hire his body out for pay, hey hey in the Fall Guy, bang Farrah Fawcett when she was at her most smokin' and bag a Playboy Playmate when he had a midlife crisis (forget buying a sports car!). — Arie Bram

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Q: Should '#include' and 'using' statements be repeated in both header and implementation files (C++)? I'm fairly new to C++, but my understanding is that a #include statement will essentially just dump the contents of the #included file into the location of that statement. This means that if I have a number of '#include' and 'using' statements in my header file, my implementation file can just #include the header file, and the compiler won't mind if I don't repeat the other statements.
What about people though?
My main concern is that if I don't repeat the '#include', 'using', and also 'typedef' (now that I think of it) statements, it takes that information away from the file in which it's used, which could lead to confusion.
I am just working on small projects at the moment where it won't really cause any issues, but I can imagine that in larger projects with more people working on them it could become a significant issue.
An example follows:
UPDATE: my function prototypes for 'Unit' have string, ostream and StringSet among their return types and parameters - I am not including anything in my header file that is used only in the implementation file.
//Unit.h

#include <string>
#include <ostream>
#include "StringSet.h"

using std::string;
using std::ostream;

class Unit {

public:
    //public members with string, ostream and StringSet
    //in their return values/parameter lists
private:
    //private members
    //unrelated side-question: should private members
    //even be included in the header file?
} ;

//Unit.cpp

#include "Unit.h"

//The following are all redundant from a compiler perspective:
#include <string>
#include <ostream>
#include "StringSet.h"

using std::string;
using std::ostream;

//implementation goes here

A: *

*Only include in a header/source what you really need (if forward declarations are available, and enough, then forward declare instead of including)

*Don't use using statement in headers (unless inside function scopes)... Adding using in the header will pollute the namespaces of all the sources including the header.

*You should make sure each file (header of source) includes everything it needs, and nothing more.
You don't need to care if some includes are redundant. Header guards and precompiler optimizations are there to handle that for you.
You should be able to manipulate each file in isolation.
For example, let's say you use the std::string in the header and in the source, but, as an "optimization", you only included the string in the header... If you discover later you don't need anymore the string in the header, and want to remove it (code cleaning, and all...), you will have to modify the source to include the string. Now, let's imagine you have TEN sources including the header...
Now, of course, you can have exceptions to this rule (for example, precompiled headers, or even headers woe sole aim is to do multiple includes as a courtesy), but by default, you should have self-sufficient header and source files (i.e. files that include anything they use, no more no less).

A: A using-directive (using namespace std;) should not reside in a header unless it is contained within a function. It is bad practice. It is unlikely that every user of your header wants unqualified lookup for everything in a given namespace; the inclusion of unrelated headers can lead to unexpected ambiguity and compilation failures. Personally, I avoid the using-directive inside of functions for the same reasoning, but this is generally considered less harmful.
A type alias (either through typedef std::string string; or using string = std::string;) should be used carefully. Type definitions have meaning, so you should never redeclare it. For example, this is an error:
typedef int   myint;
typedef float myint;

because of conflicting types.
A using-declaration (using std::string; or using std::memcpy;) makes a symbol accessible for unqualified name lookup. It is extremely useful when getting for argument-dependent lookup correct, which usually doesn't matter unless you're writing a library. The advice is different depending on if you are bringing in a type or a function. Think of using-declarations with types in the same manner as a type alias: It does not make sense to have multiple definitions under the same name. With functions, all you are really doing is extending overload resolution to include a few more things (although it is usually not necessary).
// Finding multiple operator<< functions makes sense
using std::operator<<;
using mylib::operator<<;

// Finding multiple string classes does not make sense
using std::string;
using mylib::string;

For repeating #include, you should consider if you actually need to include the file in the header in the first place.  Perhaps a forward declaration fits your needs.

A: Keep the header files to a minimum. This means as little include's as feasible. the .cpp file will usually include the corresponding header as well as any other headers necessary for implementation.

A: Like Travis said, you shouldn't have using statements in a header file because that means they will be included in all the translation units that include that header file, which can cause confusing issues.
If I only require the functionality from a header file in a cpp file, I only include it in that cpp file. It's good practice for larger projects because it means less work for the compiler. Also, wherever possible, I use forward declarations in the headers instead of includes (and again, include the headers in the cpp file).

A: It's considered bad form to have a using statement in a header file at all, unless you are intentionally duplicating a symbol into a different namespace.  It's ok to use in a cpp file.
Each typedef should exist only once in your codebase.  That should be in a header file if it needs to be used in multiple cpp/h files.  Duplicating them will cause you much grief.
A header file should have all the #include statements that it needs, and no others.  If only pointers to a class are mentioned then use a forward declaration rather than including the header.  Any other includes that are required only inside the cpp file should go there.  Repeating the includes from the header is ok, but not required.  It's just a style choice.

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Q: is it possible to do multiple activitycount check in teradata? using bteq script, I want to delete the temporary error and log tables created during TPT load namely ErrorTable1, ErrorTable2, LogTable.
I have prepared following bteq script with if-else, which will drop tables if it exists
.LOGON ${HOST}/${USER},${PASS};

SELECT 1 FROM dbc.TablesV WHERE CONCAT(DataBaseName, '.', TableName) = 'Test.ErrorTable1';
.IF ACTIVITYCOUNT = 0 THEN GOTO CHECK_1;
DROP TABLE Test.ErrorTable1;

.LABEL CHECK_1;
SELECT 1 FROM dbc.TablesV WHERE CONCAT(DataBaseName, '.', TableName) = 'Test.ErrorTable2';
.IF ACTIVITYCOUNT = 0 THEN GOTO CHECK_2;
DROP TABLE Test.ErrorTable2;

.LABEL CHECK_2;
SELECT 1 FROM dbc.TablesV WHERE CONCAT(DataBaseName, '.', TableName) = 'Test.LogTable';
.IF ACTIVITYCOUNT = 0 THEN GOTO DONE;
DROP TABLE Test.LogTable;

.LABEL DONE;

.LOGOFF
.EXIT

My question is, in teradata bteq, can I use ACTIVITYCOUNT multiple times, like in above script, to check various table's existence?


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Accumed Systems
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About Accumed Systems
Accumed Systems is a Healthcare/Medical Devices & Equipment company based in Ann Arbor, Michigan. Accumed Systems has received investment from Michigan Life Sciences Corridor.
Ann Arbor, Michigan, 48103,
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Accumed Systems has filed 11 patents.
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Accumed Radial Systems, LLC Names Michael Pisano, PhD, as President and Chief Executive Officer
ANN ARBOR, MI--(Marketwired - May 21, 2013) - Michael Pisano, PhD, has been appointed as President and CEO of Accumed Radial Systems, LLC (ARS), the newly formed wholly owned subsidiary of Accumed Systems, Inc. Dr. Pisano has been hired to provide ARS with direction and leadership toward the achievement of the company's mission and strategic goals and objectives. ARS (Ann Arbor, Michigan) is focused on providing tools for transradial catheterization procedures. ARS was recently created following successful development and commercialization of several transradial procedure accessories by the parent, and in response to increasing clinical demand for innovative products for use in performing transradial arterial procedures. The rapid uptake of the radial technique has created a unique opportunity for ARS' creative product development effort solely focused on the radial approach. With its core competencies ARS is positioned for rapid identification, development and marketing of innovative radial products. Dr. Pisano has more than twenty years' experience in the life sciences industry. He has held senior management positions in Pharmaceutical, Instrumentation and Medical Device companies as well as a Contract Research Organization. He started several companies and was President and CEO of NextGen Group, PLC a publicly traded company. According to William O'Neill, MD, Board Chair, "The time has arrived for Accumed Systems to launch ARS as an independent company. Dr. Pisano's background and experience will provide us with the expertise to harvest the needs of Key Opinion Leaders in the field and rapidly translate these needs to commercially viable products. " ARS' vision is to be the leading innovator in TRA products, bringing creativity, innovation and speed of development to bear. Its mission is to improve the ability of clinical operators to successfully adopt, perform and expand the use of radial access for any cardiovascular procedure by providing innovative technologies specific to the task. ARS's goals are to return shareholder value by leveraging its core competencies in identifying, developing and demonstrating clinical utility of such products. Ultimately these goals will be achieved by entering into partnerships with cardiovascular companies seeking to expand, secure or establish a position in the radial market. Contact Information
Accumed Systems Frequently Asked Questions (FAQ)
When was Accumed Systems founded?
Accumed Systems was founded in 1990.
Where is Accumed Systems's headquarters?
Accumed Systems's headquarters is located at 6109 Jackson Road, Ann Arbor.
What is Accumed Systems's latest funding round?
Accumed Systems's latest funding round is Series A.
How much did Accumed Systems raise?
Accumed Systems raised a total of $1.29M.
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This recipe has been on the list to make for almost a year now. Most times during the year though, bringing a mac and cheese cheesecake to a party is just weird. But at a christmas party, it's somehow normal. Let's be clear, this isn't a cake of mac and cheese, this is a savory cheesecake with cheddar and pasta in it. It came out super festive and awesome, and I would suggest anyone to bring it as a unique app to your next gathering.
Breadcrumb crust, cause obv. Cheddar in the mix with the usual soft cheeses. At first it's a little chunky... But after you add the egg and milk it smooths right out. Stir a well drained can of tomato in with the cooked pasta. Then dump in the cheese sauce. Bake at 275 for 45 minutes, shut off the heat and leave it in the hot oven another 45. Lookin good! Solid and still warm. Mac and cheesecake! Creamy and delicious. And very different than any cheesecake or mac and cheese I've ever had.
Line a springform pan with butter and parchment paper. Mix the butter with the breadcrumbs and press into the bottom of a springform pan. Bake at 350 for about 10 minutes. Meanwhile bring water to a boil for the pasta, start draining the tomatoes, and chop up the basil. In a food processor, process all the cheeses until smooth-ish. Add in the egg, milk, basil, and sugar and blend until actually smooth. Cook the pasta about 3 minutes less than suggested on the package. Mix the pasta with the tomatoes, then dump in the cheesy goodness. Stir well and pour into the springform pan. Bake at 275 for 45 minutes, then shut the oven off but leave the pan in there for another 45. Take the cheesecake out of the oven and let it sit for 20 minutes. Slice and serve.
This is insane. In a good way. I so wish I had a piece right now!
This looks awesome. Y U NO SHARE?
The things you think of! This looks INSANE! In a very good way. I totally want a slice right now.
I added 4strips of crispy, crumbled bacon to the cheese mix as I incorporated the pasta/tomatoes. Delish!
Oh look, another thing you came up with that we're eating right now 🙂 I swapped out the tomatoes as he doesn't like them, but added extra milk to even out the mix. Worked like a charm. Thanks for the idea!
THIS LOOKS SO GREAT. I HOPE MY DAUGHTERS MAKE IT. I THINK OUR GRANDKIDS WOULD LOVE, LOVE IT.
I made it but used a can of Rotel instead of the tomatoes.
We have a dozen or so Mac & Cheese recipes that we use but this one is our favorite.
I'm baffled how this counts as "festive". Meaning, you know, of the festival.
It's a festival of cheese and pasta.
I am wanting to make this ahead of time, is it easy to reheat?
Yes, but it is meant to be served room temperature so you can just pop it into the oven for a few minutes before you serve it.
looks outstanding/scrumptious – anxious to make it – thank you very much.
Do you think this would work in a high volume high school setting for lunch?
Have you 4 or 5 X's the recipe per large pan before with good results?
I haven't tried it but I can't see why it wouldn't work? Let me know how it comes out!