©2006 Publications International, Ltd. A cat that scratches spontaneously or without provocation could be the sign of a disorder or disease.
You're walking down the hallway in your home, minding your own business, when suddenly your cat flings herself at your ankle, sinking in her teeth and claws, then dashes away. Is it an aggressive attack? An expression of jealousy? Possibly, but it might be neither.
A cat who bites or scratches when in pain, frightened, or being forced to do something she doesn't want to do doesn't have a behavior problem; she's acting like a normal cat. Problem biting and scratching is usually either a learned habit or miscommunication, both of which can be corrected over time.
Who taught her the trick? Many kittens learn to use human limbs as toys, climbers, and scratching posts. Many owners are surprised to learn that they are the ones who taught their young cats these bad habits.
Never think you can get around the first rule by wearing protective gloves. There should always be some sort of appropriate cat toy between your limbs and your cat's teeth and claws. A tiny kitten may look cute climbing your pant leg or batting at your thumb, but you'll be singing a different tune when she repeats those behaviors as a full-grown cat.
Defensive biting and scratching. Teeth and nails are a cat's primary weapons. If other warnings don't work, cats will bite and scratch to protect themselves. Pay attention to your cat's vocal and body language; she'll usually let you know when she's on the brink of defensive biting or scratching. You don't have to show a cat who's boss by forcing the issue once she's warned you. The best approach is to back off whatever it is she doesn't like or use a safe method of restraint, if it's something that must be done. Likewise, look for warning signals when a cat is aggressive with other cats. If your cat is warning another cat that she's ready to bite or scratch, do not try to touch or restrain either of them. The cats have their attention focused on each other, and the "fight or flight" response is in full readiness. Your touch can actually trigger a fight. Instead, try to distract both cats by stamping your foot, clapping your hands, and shouting "No!" in a sharp, loud tone.
Unprovoked aggression. Sudden, unprovoked, and vicious attacks are especially scary. This is not just a cat swatting at your ankles and perhaps causing a little scratch or running your hose. This is send-someone-to-the-emergency-room kind of stuff.
Sometimes, serious biting and scratching is the result of miscommunication: Something startles the cat, and she has the impression that the person or pet nearest her is responsible. Other times, however, there really is something physically wrong with the cat that causes her to actually attack without cause or warning.
If your cat's bites and swats rarely break the skin, they're probably "inhibited" play bites and scratches. A cat who launches a serious attack (with multiple or deep bites, for example) should be carefully examined by a veterinarian.
If your cat is launching serious attacks, especially without warning or provocation, get her in for a thorough veterinary exam as soon as possible. Cats often know when there's something going wrong with them but can't put it into words. The aggression might be a reaction to pain, a hormonal change, or the sign of a problem with her nervous system.
While cats are known for being finicky, that does mean you have to tolerate this behavior. Learn how to teach your cat to eat the food you put in front of her in the next section.


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Todd Wallack reports:
Save the Children Federation, one of the country's best-known charities said it was the victim of a $1 million cyberscam last year.
The Connecticut-based nonprofit said hackers broke into a worker's e-mail, posed as an employee, and created false invoices and other documents, to fool the charity into sending nearly $1 million to a fraudulent entity in Japan. The con artists claimed the money was needed to purchase solar panels for health centers in Pakistan, where Save the Children has worked for more than 30 years.
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»Hand on Your Heart« je pesem avstralske pevke Kylie Minogue z njenega drugega glasbenega albuma, Enjoy Yourself (1989). Pesem, ki so jo vključili tudi na album Let's Get to It, je napisala in producirala britanska skupina tekstopiscev, Stock, Aitken & Waterman. Pesem je Kylie Minogue posnela med snemalno sejo albuma v Londonu, Anglija. 24. aprila 1989 je pesem izšla kot glavni singl z albuma Enjoy Yourself. Pesem »Hand on Your Heart« je s strani večine glasbenih kritikov prejela mešane ocene; nekateri so jo označili za vrhunec že tako zelo močnega albuma, drugi pa so menili, da je preveč podobna njenim prejšnjim singlom.

Na glasbenih lesticah je pesem »Hand on Your Heart« požela nekaj uspeha; zasedla je četrto mesto na lestvici v rodni državi Kylie Minogue, Avstraliji in postala njen tretji singl, ki je zasedel vrh britanske glasbene lestvice. Singl je zasedel tudi eno izmed prvih desetih mest na francoski, švicarski, finski in japonski lestvici.

S pesmijo je Kylie Minogue nastopila na nekaterih svojih koncertnih turnejah, med drugim tudi na turnejah Enjoy Yourself Tour, Rhythm of Love Tour, Showgirl: The Greatest Hits Tour in Homecoming Tour. Pesem »Hand on Your Heart« je do danes poznana kot ena od najbolje prepoznavnih singlov Kylie Minogue. Leta 2006 je švedski pevec in tekstopisec José González izdal lastno različico, akustično verzijo pesmi. Njegova različica pesmi »Hand on Your Heart« je zasedla devetindvajseto mesto britanske glasbene lestvice.

Sprejem kritikov
Pesem »Hand on Your Heart« je s strani glasbenih kritikov prejemala večinoma mešane ocene. Chris True s spletne strani Allmusic je pesem označil za vrhunec albuma. Tudi novinar revije Digital Spy je pesem pohvalil: »Lahko bi rekli, da ... se je težko upreti plesanju ob pesmi 'Hand On Your Heart'.«

Dosežki na lestvicah
24. aprila 1989 je pesem »Hand on Your Heart« izšla v Združenem kraljestvu. Pesem je postala druga pesem Kylie Minogue, ki je debitirala na drugem mestu britanske lestvice; naslednji teden je singl zasedel vrh lestvice. V tretjem tednu ga je s prvega mesta izpodrinila pesem »Ferry Cross the Mersey« glasbenne skupine The Christians, Holly Johnson, Paula McCartneyja, Gerryja Marsdena in skupine Stock, Aitken and Waterman. Pesem »Hand on Your Heart« je zasedla tudi prvo mesto na britanski lestvici plesnih in neodvisnih pesmi.

Pesem je bila ena od prvih singlov, izdanih na kaseti, ki se je dobro prodajal; že v prvem tednu od izida je prodal več kot 2.000 izvodov. Tako bi lahko Kylie Minogue s pesmijo debitirala na prvem mestu britanske lestvice, s čimer bi postala prva ženska glasbenica, ki bi ji to uspelo, vendar ni, in sicer prav zaradi tega, ker je bil singl izdan na kaseti in tako na začetku ni bil kvalificiran za uvrstitev na lestvico. Tako je na prvem mestu ostala pesem glasbene skupine »Eternal Flame« The Bangles; pravila so kmalu zatem spremenili.

Pesem je bila dokaj uspešna tudi zunaj Velike Britanije. Zasedla je četrto mesto na avstralski glasbeni lestvici in tako postala njen peti singl, ki je zasedel eno izmed prvih petih mest na tej lestvici. Zasedla je tudi eno izmed prvih desetih mest na japonski, francoski, finski in južnoafriški lestvici ter eno izmed prvih dvajsetih na nemški, nizozemski, švedski in novozelandski lestvici.

Videospot
Videospot za pesem »Hand on Your Heart« je precej barven. Režiral ga je Chris Langman, posneli pa so ga v domačem mestu Kylie Minogue, Melbourneu, Avstralija, in sicer marca 1989. Začne se s Kylie Minogue, ki pleše v moderni hiši. Oblečena v obleko z velikim rdečim srcem pleše pred ekranom, ki spreminja barve iz rumene v rdečo ali modro. Medtem, ko se igrivo spogleduje s kamero, odhaja v različne sobe. Na Japonskem je videospot izšel preko DVD-ja Greatest Hits 87-97.

Preko raznih britanskih kanalov je izšla tudi alternativna različica videospota za pesem »Hand on Your Heart«. V njej se čevlji Kylie Minogue vrtijo pred kamero, nato pa zapleše v treh novih, barvitih oblekah. Ta različica videospota je izšla preko DVD-ja Ultimate.

Čeprav so kritiki videospot označili za cenenega, Kylie Minogue pa je sama odkrito priznala, da ji med snemanjem slednjega ni bilo prijetno, so ga oboževalci sprejeli pozitivno. Pogosto se je pojavil na raznih seznamih največkrat predvajanih videospotov. Decembra 2004 je ponovno izšel preko DVD-ja Ultimate Kylie.

Formati

CD s singlom
 »Hand on Your Heart« (remix The Great Aorta) – 6:26
 »Just Wanna Love You« – 3:34
 »It's No Secret« (razširjena različica) – 5:30

Kaseta s singlom
 »Hand on Your Heart« – 3:51
 »Just Wanna Love You« – 3:34
 »Hand on Your Heart« (remix The Great Aorta) – 6:26

Gramofonska plošča s singlom #1
 »Hand on Your Heart« – 3:51
 »Just Wanna Love You« – 3:34

Gramofonska plošča s singlom #2
 »Hand on Your Heart« (remix The Great Aorta) – 6:26
 »Just Wanna Love You« – 3:34
 »Hand on Your Heart« (remix) – 5:33

Britanska gramofonska plošča z remixom
 »Hand on Your Heart« (Heartacheov remix) – 5:22
 »Just Wanna Love You« – 3:34
 »Hand on Your Heart« (remix) – 5:33

iTunesova digitalna različica #1
(Ob originalnem izidu ni bil na voljo. Preko iTunesa ga je založba PWL izdala šele leta 2009.)
 »Hand on Your Heart« (originalna različica)
 »Hand on Your Heart« (remix The Great Aorta)
 »Hand on Your Heart« (remix)
 »Hand on Your Heart« (videospot)
 »Hand on Your Heart« (inštrumentalna različica)
 »Hand on Your Heart« (spremljevalna različica)
 »Just Wanna Love You« (originalna različica)
 »Just Wanna Love You" (inštrumentalna različica)
 »Just Wanna Love You« (spremljevalna različica)

iTunesova digitalna različica #2
(Ob originalnem izidu ni bil na voljo. Preko iTunesa ga je založba PWL izdala šele leta 2009.)
 »Hand on Your Heart« (Heartacheov remix)
 »Hand on Your Heart« (Smokin'-ov remix)
 »Hand on Your Heart« (remix z radia WIP 2002)
 »Hand on Your Heart« (inštrumentalna različica z radia WIP 2002)
 »Hand on Your Heart« (podaljšana različica z radia WIP 2002)
 »Hand on Your Heart« (različica z radia WIP 2002)
 »Hand on Your Heart« (inštrumentalna različica z radia WIP 2002)
 »Hand on Your Heart« (podaljšana različica z radia WIP 2002)

Nastopi v živo
Kylie Minogue je s pesmijo nastopila na naslednjih koncertnih turnejah:

 Disco in Dream/The Hitman Roadshow
 Enjoy Yourself Tour
 Rhythm of Love Tour
 Let's Get to It Tour
 On a Night Like This Tour
 Showgirl: The Greatest Hits Tour
 Showgirl: The Homecoming Tour

Dosežki

Dosežki ob koncu leta

Ostali pomembnejši dosežki

Različica Joséa Gonzáleza
Leta 2005 je José González posnel akustično folk različico pesmi »Hand on Your Heart«. Pel jo je na svoji avstralski turneji istega leta.

Literatura

Zunanje povezave

Pesmi Kylie Minogue
Singli leta 1989

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Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. Break up cookie dough and press evenly over the bottom of an ungreased 12-inch pizza pan or 9" x 13" baking pan.
Bake cookie 12 to 18 minutes, or until golden brown. Remove from oven and immediately sprinkle chocolate chips on top. Let stand to soften chips, then spread evenly over crust.
Let cool slightly, then sprinkle candies evenly over crust. Cut into wedges; serve warm or at room temperature.


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VANCOUVER, BRITISH COLUMBIA - Mr. George Salamis, President and CEO of Edgewater Exploration Ltd. ("Edgewater" or the "Company") (TSX VENTURE:EDW) is pleased to announce that the Company has closed the previously announced $3.0 million private placement financing (see Edgewater News Release dated May 5, 2010) and entered into an Option Agreement (the "Agreement") with Red Back Mining Inc. ("Red Back") (TSX:RBI) on Red Back's Enchi Gold Project, Ghana.
Once the JVCO is formed, Red Back and Edgewater will share all future exploration and development expenditures pro-rata. Edgewater will be Operator of the Project during the Option period and will continue to be the Operator as long as the Company holds the largest equity stake in JVCO.
As additional consideration for the Option, Edgewater issued to Red Back 2,500,000 common share purchase warrants exercisable at $0.50 per common share and 2,500,000 common share purchase warrants (collectively the "Warrants") exercisable at $1.00 per common share. The Warrants will all be exercisable for five years and will only be exercisable by Red Back if Edgewater is able to delineate at least 3.0 million National Instrument 43-101 compliant ounces of gold in the Measured and Indicated resource categories on the Project.
A Finders Fee of 565,000 common shares is payable to Featherstone Capital Advisors Inc. ("Featherstone") in connection with the Option Agreement with Red Back. The common shares to be issued as the finder's fee will be released to Featherstone as exploration work is completed on the Project. Featherstone is engaged as financial and capital markets advisers to Edgewater.
The Company completed a non-brokered, private placement financing consisting of 6.0 million units at a price of $0.50 per unit for gross proceeds of $3,000,000. Each unit consists of one common share and one-half of a common share purchase warrant. Each whole warrant entitles the holder to purchase one common share in Edgewater until June 21, 2011 at a price of $0.76 per share. Red Back participated in the financing with the purchase of 2.0 million units for $1,000,000 which represents a 7.5% equity interest in the Company on an issued and outstanding basis. Edgewater will have a Right of First Refusal with-respect-to the sale of any or all Edgewater shares held by Red Back. A cash finder's fee of $150,000 was paid to Cormark Securities Inc. on the financing. The proceeds of the private placement will be used by the Company for expenditures on the Project and for general working capital. The common shares and warrants issued in connection with the private placement will have a four month hold period ending on October 22, 2010. After completion of the private placement financing Edgewater has 26,505,000 million common shares issued and outstanding.
The Enchi Gold Project located in southwest Ghana, West Africa covers a 40 kilometre strike length of the Bibiani Shear Zone that hosts a number of major gold mines and deposits including Red Back's Chirano Gold Mine located 70 km northeast of the Project and the Bibiani Gold Deposit located 90 km northeast of the Project. Ghana is the second largest gold producer in Africa with 2009 production totalling 2.9 million ozs. The Enchi Gold Project is comprised of eight licenses totalling 568 km2 and is located 290 km west of the capital city Accra. Access to the Project is on sealed roads via the regional port city of Takoradi or the mining centre of Tarkwa and then on gravel roads to Enchi (population 9,270). Access throughout the Project licenses is via earthen roads.
The style of gold mineralization encountered in these areas bare strong similarities to classic "Ashanti-style" gold mineralization, in terms of geological and structural characteristics, and is the most important type of gold occurrence in West Africa.
Edgewater management is currently in the process of compiling the past exploration data on the Enchi Gold Project and is moving quickly towards initiating a comprehensive trenching and drilling program, designed to follow up on areas where broad zones of low grade gold mineralization have previously been encountered. This program is expected to begin in Q3, 2010.
The TSX Venture Exchange has accepted for filing a technical report entitled "Technical Report on the Enchi Gold Project, Ghana" date June 15, 2010 authored by Todd McCracken, P.Geo. of Wardrop Engineering Inc. (the "Technical Report") and prepared in connection with the Enchi Gold Project. A copy of the Technical Report has been filed on SEDAR at www.sedar.com under Edgewater's profile.
The technical content in this news release pertaining to the Enchi Gold Project was read and approved by Todd McCracken, P.Geo. of Wardrop Engineering Inc., a professional geologist registered in the province of Ontario and is a Qualified Person ("QP") as defined by National Instrument 43-101.
Neither the TSX Venture Exchange nor its Regulation Services Provider (as that term is defined in th epolicies of the TSX Venture Exchange) accepts responsibility for the adequacy or accuracy of this press release.


Meaningful human connections are what good caregiving is all about. At Bridgeport Hospital, they're happening all the time – with patients, clinicians, staff and volunteers on the units, in treatment areas, over coffee and in the hallways. Personal tales like these are the heartbeat of Bridgeport Hospital. Take a moment to add your story, too!
If you are a patient, visitor or employee and you wish to recognize a member of the hospital staff for their excellent care or support, please fill out the below form.


The History Museum of Bosnia and Herzegovina has opened a special corner to host children who visit this institution, organized an exhibition and several workshops for autistic children.
The History Museum of Bosnia and Herzegovina as one of Balkan Museum Network's grantees has implemented a set of activities within the project "(HI)STORY FUNHOUSE" focused on disabled children.
From 5th to 15th of April the Museum has hosted the exhibition "Hary and his magical world". In the newly opened kids corner different workshops have been organized for children, including children with autism, in the period from 10th to 14th of April.
"Hary and his magical world" was an exhibition of the drawings of 15-years old boy Haris Sinan Lindsay – Hary. At very young age Hary expressed interest for visual art. By watching cartoons and movies, Hary started drawing his favourite characters, and later other things from his surroundings and reproductions of artistic pictures. Hary had several individual and group exhibitions, including "Talents from the Shadow" in 2014 in the Sarajevo City Hall. Hary has autism.
Along with the exhibition, the Museum has hosted several workshops for autistic children. All workshops have been organized in the children's corner where the youngest can explore the history of Bosnia and Herzegovina.
With the help from "Museum crew" – special designed children's characters – children can learn about the history and heritage of Bosnia and Herzegovina. All characters are inspired by the museum artefacts related to the different historical events.
The activities have been realised in partnership with the Association EDUS – Education for all.


Before I begin, I have to say this recipe is by no means new around our house. My mom has made these potatoes ever since I can remember. I've been making this dish since college, and it's always a great success with everyone who tries it (well, except for Princess Anna, but we don't count her when we talk about food-ha!). It wasn't until recently, however, that I actually sat down to make a paper recipe out of this idea though. This is one of those fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants recipes that I just had to post, and telling you to dump some butter in and a little bit of salt just won't cut it. So I actually put a recipe to it, and oh my goodness they were better than ever! As always I won't waste your time. Just enjoy!
I'd love to hear how your potatoes turned out! Feel free to share your results in the comments below!


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Naming Baby: The Constitutional Dimensions of Parental Naming Rights
George Washington Law Review, Vol. 80, p. 159, 2011
UC Davis Legal Studies Research Paper No. 241
44 Pages Posted: 26 Jan 2011 Last revised: 7 Dec 2011
See all articles by Carlton F. W. Larson
Carlton F. W. Larson
University of California, Davis - School of Law
Date Written: January 25, 2011
This Article provides the first comprehensive legal analysis of parents' rights to name their own children. Currently, state laws restrict parental naming rights in a number of ways, from restrictions on particular surnames to restrictions on diacritical marks to prohibitions on obscenities, numerals, and pictograms. Yet state laws do not prohibit seemingly horrific names like "Adolf Hitler," the name recently given to a New Jersey boy.
This Article argues that state laws restricting parental naming rights are subject to strict scrutiny under both the Due Process Clause of the Fourteenth Amendment and the Free Speech Clause of the First Amendment. This Article concludes that although many restrictions are constitutional, prohibitions on diacritical marks, such as that employed by the state of California, are unconstitutional. If parents wish to name their child Lucía or José, they have a constitutional right to do so. Similarly, current laws restricting parental choice of surnames fail strict scrutiny. This Article also considers the constitutionality and desirability of statutory reforms that would address certain harmful names not prohibited by current law.
Along the way, readers will encounter heavy metal bands with unusual umlauts, boys named Sue, the history of birth certificates, false implications of paternity, and dozens of truly awful, but very real, names given by parents to their children.
Larson, Carlton F. W., Naming Baby: The Constitutional Dimensions of Parental Naming Rights (January 25, 2011). George Washington Law Review, Vol. 80, p. 159, 2011, UC Davis Legal Studies Research Paper No. 241, Available at SSRN: https://ssrn.com/abstract=1747858 or http://dx.doi.org/10.2139/ssrn.1747858
Carlton F. W. Larson (Contact Author)
University of California, Davis - School of Law ( email )
Martin Luther King, Jr. Hall
Davis, CA CA 95616-5201


Motorsport | WTCR | Qatar, Race 2: Guerrieri wins finale, Björk is 2017 champion!
Qatar, Race 2: Guerrieri wins finale, Björk is 2017 champion!
Polestar Cyan Racing ace Thed Björk wrapped up the 2017 FIA World Touring Car Championship with a secure third place in the Main Race at WTCC DHL Race of Qatar, as Honda's Esteban Guerrieri won the final race of the season at the Losail International Circuit on Friday night.
Swede Björk claimed his first WTCC title without any serious pressure after title rival Norbert Michelisz could do no better than eighth in his Castrol Honda World Touring Car Team Civic.
Once he'd stepped from the car, Björk was almost lost for words. "Now I can breath again," he said with a big smile. "This project has been amazing coming in like a rookie last year. I don't know what to say!
Guerrieri was never threatened after starting from the DHL Pole Position in the 12-lap race. He and Björk were joined on the podium by ALL-INKL.COM Münnich Motorsport's Rob Huff, who made a determined bid to rise from his third position on the grid by taking to the grass on the run down to Turn 1 at the start. Huff made sure of second place, but could do nothing about the Honda ahead of him.
Nicky Catsburg played the lead support to Björk this time to follow the new champion home fourth in his Volvo S60, ahead of WTCC Trophy champion Tom Chilton. The Sébastien Loeb Racing driver had taken a narrow lead in the independents' championship earlier in the evening by winning the Opening Race in Qatar.
His team-mate Mehdi Bennani lost all hope of beating the Briton to the title at Turn 1 following the start. Heavy contact with WTCC legend Yvan Muller pushed him off and a few laps later the Citroën C-Elysée WTCC retired with damage and a puncture on the front right corner.
Campos Racing's Kris Richard rounded out the top six in his Chevrolet RML Cruze TC1 following a great pass on Muller, who finished seventh ahead of Michelisz.
Sébastien Loeb Racings's John Filippi and ROAL Motorsport's Tom Coronel completed the top 10 as a thrilling 2017 WTCC season drew to a close.


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May 8, 2021 (updated Sep 22, 2021)
Yoshua Bengio, Scientific Director, MILA
Bonnie Lei, Head of Global Strategic Partnerships - AI for Earth at Microsoft
Mirjana Stankovich, Senior Digital Policy Specialist, Center for Digital Acceleration, DAI
Neil Abroug, National Coordinator of the Quantum strategy, General Secretariat for Investment, Prime Minister's Office, France
Michel Morvan, co-founder and Executive Chairman of Cosmo Tech
Prof. Dr.-Ing. Philipp Slusallek, Executive Director, German Research Centre for Artificial Intelligence (DFKI) Saarbrücken and Vice-Chair of the Board of Directors, Director of Strategy, CLAIRE (Confederation of Laboratories for Artificial Intelligence Research in Europe)
Topics and Convenors
The high-level topics selected for the event and the convenors are:
The planet and biodiversity
Bonnie Lei, Head of Global Strategy Partnerships - AI for Earth, Microsoft
Weather and climate science
Peter Dueben, European Centre for Medium Range Weather Forecasts (ECMWF)
Dominique Guellec, Scientific Advisor to the Observatory of Science and Technology (OST)
Jean-Marc Deltorn, University of Strasbourg and UNISTRA - Centre d'études internationales de la propriété intellectuelle (CEIPI)
Health (including COVID & medicine)
Anurag Agrawal, Director of the Institute of Genomics and Integrative Biology (CSIR-IGIB)
Tiago Cravo Oliveira Hashiguchi, Organisation for Economic Co-operation and Development (OECD)
Particle and nuclear physics
Jennifer Ngadiuba, Fermi National Accelerator Laboratory (Fermilab)
Markus Diefenthaler, Thomas Jefferson National Accelerator Facility (JLab)
Astrophysics and astronomy
Elena Cuoco, Head of the Data Science Office at the European Gravitational Observatory and Scuola Normale Superiore di Pisa
Željko Ivezić, University of Washington
Lukas Nellen, Universidad Nacional Autónoma de México (UNAM)
Ethics and policy
Karine Perset, Organisation for Economic Co-operation and Development (OECD)
Alan Paic, Organisation for Economic Co-operation and Development (OECD)
Scott Hamilton, Senior Expert of Emerging Technologies at ATOS
Eric Aquaronne, IBM Worldwide Systems Strategy and IBM Quantum Ambassador
Sofia Vallecorsa, CERN OpenLab
Adhvan Novais Furtado, Executive Manager, SENAI CIMATEC
Wolfgang Lechner CEO, ParityQC
AI enabling technologies for daily life
Christoffer Petersson, Zenseact
Vivien Bonvin, NetGuardians
Xavier Perrotton, Driving Assistance Research R&I Software Department Manager and AI Senior Expert, VALEO
Nozha Boujemaa, Data & Ethics Manager, Ingka Group, IKEA Group Digital
Ivan Meza, Natural Language Processing and Indigenous Languages, IIMAS, UNAM
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Show me the science
Ed Marston Essay March 16, 1998 From the print edition
GOLDEN GLORY: Aspen trees in fall
Dale E. Schicketanz photo
It was the 1960s, and the signs plastered everywhere in western Colorado suggested that I "Ask a Friendly Native."
The "natives" were not the Utes - they were long gone. The signs referred to the Anglos who ran the gas stations and cafes scattered across the region's 30,000 square miles of desert, forest and canyon.
Even before I saw the signs, I had taken their advice. On my first trip into western Colorado, in 1967, while driving across McClure Pass, I waved down a truck driver to ask if I were on a road or in some farmer's pasture.
"It is a bit rough," he agreed, after glancing at my license plate, "but it's what we call a road out here."
Today, even another kid from New York City would recognize McClure Pass as a road - it has a paved surface, generous shoulders and gentle curves. In large part, that's because of Club 20, a consortium of 21 rural counties that banded together to fight Denver for their fair share of the state's highway money.
It was also Club 20 that had plastered western Colorado with the Friendly Native stickers. I snickered at the saying back then, but I realize now that the message was shrewd. It was the dawn of the New West, and many of the natives were surly, or at best unaccustomed to dealing with people who couldn't tell the difference between a road and a pasture. The signs reminded them that the fools were carrying gold.
The signs disappeared in the 1970s, when a new love stole Club 20's heart: oil shale. Every oil company in the world was in western Colorado, determined to get hold of some of President Jimmy Carter's $88 billion subsidy, and use it to squeeze oil out of rock. The boom went on for about five years, and it was probably the last time Club 20 had a really good time.
The oil shale bust - which was actually just a return to normalcy - began in 1982, and for most of the 1980s, the quiet years, life was good here. But now the region is in another torrential economic boom, and Club 20 should again be having fun. It isn't, however.
Last year, Club 20 held an all-day conference to deplore the "invisible bust" it said was sweeping away western Colorado's logging, ranching, dam building and mining industries. This year, it narrowed its focus to one natural resource issue: the failure of the U.S. Forest Service to log the region's aspen forests, and produced a report titled The Decline of the Aspen: Special Report on the Health of National Forests in Western Colorado.
The departing Utes
Aspen are the glory of western Colorado's mountains. Their forests are open and light, they have little underbrush, and there are few fallen trees because the trees in a forest tend to die at the same time. The forests are beautiful in the summer and gorgeous in the fall, when their splashes of yellow and gold against the dominant conifer green make a fall visit thrilling and unforgettable. But aspen forests are not forever. Most of the area's aspen began growing toward the end of the last century (one story, almost certainly false, says the departing Utes fired the conifer forests in the 1880s, and the aspen forests sprang up then). They mature at age 80 or so, and their average age right now, in western Colorado, is 90 to 110 years. That puts them in late middle age, nearing their dotage.
As some (definitely not all) aspen stands age, conifers infiltrate and then slowly push their way up through the taller, thinner and more graceful trees. Even before all the aspens die, the conifers will have taken over, dimming the chromatic glory of western Colorado's falls.
Although scientists differ widely, even wildly, over how accurate this scenario is, let's accept it, and ask: What can be done? The Club 20 report says the aspen forests and their invading conifers need to be "disturbed" (forestry-speak for destroyed), by fire or logging, so that the trees will regenerate from the 15,000 to 30,000 sprouts per acre that usually emerge after an aspen forest is removed.
As luck would have it, the needs of forest health and tourism can be met by a Louisiana-Pacific mill in the town of Olathe, in the heart of aspen country. It stands ready to convert aspen into waferboard. All that is needed is large aspen sales to L-P by the U.S. Forest Service.
Why won't the Forest Service sell the trees? The Club 20 report, which is a mix of biology and public policy, blames the agency's attempts to avoid below-cost timber sales. Club 20 also says the agency is paralyzed by its attempts to please all constituencies, including environmentalists.
The report has a cure for what ails the Forest Service. It wants the agency to change its planning so that special interests no longer micromanage the forests. Instead of extended debates over how many trees should be cut, where a drill rig should be placed, and how much grass cows should eat, the report wants the public to focus on the big picture. The public should decide how much aspen it wants, how much conifer, how much open meadow, what size big game herds, and so on.
Once the broad-brush decisions are made, Club 20 wants the Forest Service to be given the power to get the job done. No more appeals or meetings. Just full speed toward forest health and beauty. And if what the public wants leads to below-cost logging sales or subsidized dams, then the federal government should make up the deficit.
Club 20, then, wants us to go back to the good old days, when an iron triangle ran the land: congressmen (and in western Colorado, it was Rep. Wayne Aspinall); the Forest Service; and miners, loggers and ranchers. Why did the good old days disappear, and leave us gridlocked? The Club 20 report dances around the question but finally gives this explanation for the public's antipathy to logging:
"This transformation in national policy (to non-management) was largely initiated by a public attitude to resent any human presence or disturbance in the forests whatsoever."
Unfortunately for Club 20, the "public attitude to resent any human presence or disturbance in the forests whatsoever" has a straightforward explanation. The public didn't like the way the agency in the past teamed with loggers, ranchers and oil and gas drillers to manage the forest. The public has decided, at least for the moment, that gridlock is preferable to management.
L-P was a nightmare neighbor
The Club 20 report carries water for one of the companies that created the distrust. Until the law caught up with it, the Louisiana-Pacific waferboard plant in Olathe was a nightmare neighbor, illegally sending out such foul air that nearby residents were literally driven out of their homes (HCN, 6/26/95).
This is a well-known regional scandal. But the pillars of western Colorado - county commissioners and mayors and groups like Club 20 - supported L-P during its long rampage. It took a community-minded environmental group, Western Colorado Congress, and the U.S. Environmental Protection Agency to bring L-P to the bar of justice and convict it of felonies.
This history explains why the public distrusts any intrusions into the national forests. But instead of dealing openly with what happened, the Club 20 report portrays the public as irrational and anti-scientific.
Club 20 also avoids hard truths when it distances itself from the crippling of the Forest Service. The national political movement Club 20 is part of has been unbendingly hostile to the federal government, to any "threats' to private property, and to the use of tax money to provide for the greater public good, except when that public good is dams or logging roads or oil-shale subsidies. Since 1981, when Ronald Reagan replaced Jimmy Carter, Club 20's allies have been waging war against federal bureaucrats and against Washington, D.C. It is naive to think that Club 20 can now wave a report subtitled "Show Me the Science" and resuscitate an agency and a philosophy of shared public responsibility that it has helped put on its deathbed.
On the other hand ...
Club 20's report is a hoot because it is always fun to jump on the other guy and point out his inconsistencies. But the report also has strengths. In it, Club 20 supports the concept of a competent federal land manager. It says that the continuing agony of the Forest Service and the accompanying lack of management are unacceptable.
It uses the possible decline of aspen forests to show why we need management. If I were writing the report (the report's authors and financing are never identified), I would emphasize other costs of a paralyzed agency: illegal incursions into roadless areas, deterioration and erosion of existing roads and trails, and the fact that off-road-vehicle users have free run of the forests because the Forest Service is in its offices and courtrooms and no longer in control of the ground.
But whether they are my problems or Club 20's problems, the cure is a competent Forest Service.
The report has another strength. As a pro-development group, Club 20 could turn its back on natural resources. It could completely throw in its lot with subdividers and resort developers. Instead, this report voices a continuing commitment to rural economies.
Although the report is badly flawed, it is also a document to be reckoned with. It is weak because, like many traditional Western groups and politicians, its writers appear unable to understand that natural resource corporations are often the enemies of healthy land and competent land managers. But the Club 20 report also remains loyal to the bedrock of rural life in the West: strong federal land management and rural economies.
By comparison, with the exception of a few outfits like The Nature Conservancy and the land trusts, environmental groups often position themselves as enemies of rural life and rural economies. Environmentalism in the West started out to reform certain land-use practices. But it now often poses as a revolutionary effort, against all logging and grazing, happy to see public land management agencies in permanent paralysis, and willing to have rural economies and rural landscapes replaced by service economies and suburbia.
Until that changes, environmentalism will remain an alien movement, and the Club 20s of the West, for all their flaws, will continue to command the loyalties of Westerners.
Ed Marston is publisher of High Country News.
To obtain a copy of the report, call Club 20 at 970/242-3264.
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Gordon Sellar
Emigrated to Canada in 1825
HUNTINGDON, QUE.
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Copyright, Canada, by Robert Sellar, 1915.
CHAPTER I. CHAPTER II. CHAPTER III. CHAPTER IV. HOW WE GOT ON IN THE BACKWOODS CHAPTER V. SEEKING FOR LAND CHAPTER VI. FIRST DAYS IN THE BACKWOODS CHAPTER VII. ANDREW ANDERSON'S DIARY CHAPTER VIII. THE EPISODE OF TILLY CHAPTER IX. THE AFTER YEARS CHAPTER X. PARTING WITH OLD FRIENDS CHAPTER XI. MIRREN AND ARCHIE Lines on the Gordon Sellar who was drowned in his boyhood
CHAPTER I.
While my mother was a servant in Glasgow she married a soldier. I have only a faint remembrance of my father, of a tall man in a red coat coming to see us in the afternoons and tossing me up and down to the ceiling. I was in my fourth year when his regiment was hurried to Belgium to fight Bonaparte. One day there rose a shouting in the streets, it was news of a great victory, the battle of Waterloo. At night mother took me to Argyle street to see the illuminations, and I never forgot the blaze of lights and the great crowd, cheering. At the Cross there were men with bottles, drinking the health of Wellington. When my mother caught me up to get past the drunken men she was shivering. Long afterwards, when I was able to put two and two together I understood it was her fear of what had happened father. She went often to the barracks to ask if any word had come, but except that the regiment was in the thick of the fight they could tell nothing. It might be three weeks after the battle that a sergeant came to our room. Mother was out working He left a paper on the table and went away. When mother came home late, she snatched the paper up, gave a cry that I hear yet, and taking me in her arms fell on the bed and sobbed as if her heart would break. I must have asked her what had happened, for I recall her squeezing me tighter to her bosom and saying My fatherless boy. Long after, I met a comrade of my father, who told me he acted bravely all day and was cut down by a dragoon when the French charged on the infantry squares at the close of the battle. My mother got nothing from the government, except the pay that was coming to him, which she told me was 17s 6d. Mother kept on working, mostly out of door jobs, washing or house-cleaning, a neighbor being asked to look after me. When I got old enough, she would tell me, while I was in bed, where she was going, and in the evening I would go and meet her. Sometimes, not often, she got sewing to do at home and these were bright days. We talked all the time and she taught me much; not simply to read and write and cast little sums, but about everything she knew. My reading book was the gospel of John, which she said was fullest of comfort, and it was then my faith in Christ took root. There could not be a more contented or cheerful mother, and her common expression was that when we did our duty everything was for the best. She had a sweet voice, and when she sang one of Burns' songs neighbors opened their doors to hear her. I was nearly ten when a bad time came. Mills closed, the streets were full of idle workmen, and provisions got dear. Mother got little to do, and I know she often went hungry that I might be fed. She might have got her share of the relief fund, but would not think of it. She told me time and again, to be independent. That hard winter made all the families in our close draw nearer to one another, and every hour there was some deed of helpfulness. The best friends of the poor are the poor. We were struggling on, hopeful and unmurmuring, when the word passed from landing to landing one morning that the boy who was sick in the first flat had been visited by a doctor, who said he had typhus. Mother took her turn in sitting up with him at night until he got the change and it was for the better. It might be a week after, I went to meet her on her way home from the place where she had been at work, and saw how slow she walked and the trouble she had in getting up the stair to our room. She gave me my supper and lay down on the bed to rest, for she said she was tired. Next morning she complained of headache and did not rise. Neighbors came in to see her now and then. I stayed by her, she had never been thus before. When it became dark she seemed to forget herself and talked strange. The woman next door gave her a few drops of laudanum in sugar and she fell asleep. When she woke next day she did not know me and was raving. Word was taken to the hospital and a doctor came. He said it was a bad case, and she must be taken to the hospital at once, and he would send the van. It came, the two men with it lifted her from her bed and placed her on a stretcher. A crowd had gathered on the street to see her brought out and placed
in the van. I thought I was to go with her, and tried to get on the seat. The helper pushed me away, but the driver bent over and gave me a penny. The horse started and I never saw my mother again. I ran after the van, but it got to the hospital long before I was in sight of it. I went to the door and said I wanted my mother; the porter roughly told me to go away. I waited in front of the building until it got dark, and I wondered behind which of the rows of lighted windows mother lay. When cold to the bone I went back to our room. A neighbor heard me cry and would have me come to her kitchen-fire and she gave me some gruel. Sitting I fell asleep. I was told I must not go into our room, it was dangerous, so I went to the hospital and waited and watched the people go in and out. One gentleman with a kind face came out and I made bold to speak to him. When I said mother had fever he told me nobody could see her, and that she would be taken good care of. I thought my heart would burst. I could not bear to stay on the Gallowgate, and so weary days passed in my keeping watch on the hospital. On Sunday coming, the neighbor who was so kind to me, said she would go with me, for they allowed visitors to see patients on Sunday afternoon. We started, I trotting cheery in the thought I was about to see my mother. The clerk at the counter asked the name and disease. He said no visitors were admitted to the fever-ward. Could he find out how she was? He spoke into a tin tube and coming back opened a big book. 'She died yesterday,' he said quite unconcerned. I could not help it, I gave a cry and fainted. As we trudged home in the rain, the woman told me they had buried her. I had now no home. The landlord fumigated our room with sulphur, took the little furniture for the rent, and got another tenant. Everybody was kind but I knew they had not enough for themselves, and the resolve took shape, that I would go to the parish where my mother was born. Often, when we took a walk on the Green, Sunday evenings, she would point to the hills beyond which her father's home once was, and I came to think of that country-place as one where there was plenty to eat and coals to keep warm. How to get there I tried to plan. I must walk, of course, but how was I to live on the road? I was running messages for the grocer with whom mother had dealt, and he gave me a halfpenny when he had an errand. These I gave to the woman where I slept and who was so kind to me despite her poverty. I was on London street after dark when a gentleman came along. He was half-tipsy. Catching hold of my collar he said if I would lead him to his house he would give me sixpence. He gave a number in Montieth row. I took his hand, which steadied him a little, and we got along slowly, and were lucky in not meeting a policeman. When we got to the number he gave me, I rang the bell. A man came to the door, who exclaimed, At it again. The gentleman stumbled in and I was going away when he recollected me. Fumbling in his pocket, he picked out a coin and put it into my hand, and the door closed. At the first lamp I looked at it; sure enough, he had given me a sixpence. I was overjoyed, and I said to myself, I can leave for Ayrshire now. I wakened early next morning and began my preparations. I got speldrins and scones, tying them in the silk handkerchief mother wore round her neck on Sundays. That and her bible was all I had of her belongings. Where the rest had gone, a number of pawn tickets told. I was in a hurry to be off and telling the woman I was going to try the country I bade her goodbye. She said, God help you, poor boy, and kissed my cheek. The bells at the Cross were chiming out, The blue bells of Scotland, when I turned the corner at the Saltmarket. It was a beautiful spring-day and when I had cleared the city and got right into the country everything was so fresh and pleasant that I could have shouted with joy. The hedges were bursting into bloom, the grass was dotted with daisies,
and from the fields of braird rose larks and other birds, which sang as if they rejoiced with me. I wondered why people should stay in the city when the country was so much better. It had one draw-back, the country-road was not as smooth as the pavement. There was a cut in my left foot from stepping on a bit of glass, and the dust and grit of the road got into it and gave me some pain. I must have walked for three hours when I came to a burn that crossed the road. I sat on a stone and bathed my foot, and with it dangling in the water I ate a speldrin and a scone. On starting to walk, I found my foot worse, and had to go slow and take many a rest. When the gloaming came I was on the look out for a place to pass the night. On finding a cosey spot behind a clump of bushes, I took my supper, lay down, and fell asleep, for I was dead weary. The whistling of a blackbird near my head woke me and I saw the sun was getting high. My foot was much worse, but I had to go on. Taking from my bundle of provisions as sparingly as my hunger would let me, I started. It was another fine day and had my hurt foot been well I thought I would reach my mother's parish before long. I could not walk, I just limped. Carts passed me, but would not give me a lift. My bare feet and head and ragged clothes made them suspicious, and as for the gentlemen in gigs they did not look at me. When I came to spring or burn I put my foot in it, for it was hot and swollen now. At noon I finished the food in my bundle and went on. I had not gone far when I had to stop, and was holding my sore foot in a spring when a tinker came along. He asked what was wrong. Drawing a long pin out of his coat collar he felt along the cut, and then squeezed it hard. I see it now, he remarked, and fetching from his pouch a pair of pincers he pulled from the cut a sliver of glass. Wrapping the cloth round it he tied it with a bit of black tape, and told me if I kept dirt out it would heal in a day or two. Asking me where I was going, we had some talk. He told me the parish of Dundonald was a long way off and he did not know anybody in it by the name of Askew. I was on the right road and could find out when I got there. He lit his pipe and left me. I walked with more ease, and the farther I went the hungrier I grew. Coming to a house by the side of the road I went to the open door and asked for a cake. I have nothing for beggars, cried a woman by the fire. I am no beggar, I answered, I will pay you, and held out a halfpenny. She stared at me. Take these stoups and fill them at the well. The hill was steep and the stoups heavy, but I managed to carry them back one at a time and placed them on the bench. She handed me a farl of oatcake and I went away. It was the sweetest bite I ever got. It was not nearly dark when I climbed a dyke to get into a sheltered nook and fell asleep. Something soft and warm licking my face woke me. It was a dog and it was broad day. What are you doing here, laddie? said the dog's master who was a young fellow, perhaps six or seven years older than myself. His staff and the collie showed me he was a shepherd. I told him who I was and where I was trying to go. Collie again smelt at me and wagged his tail as if telling his master I was all right. I went with the lad who said his name was Archie. He led to where his sheep were and we sat down in the sunshine, for it was another warm day. We talked and we were not ten minutes together when we liked each other. He unwrapped from a cloth some bannocks and something like dried meat, which he said was braxie. It was his noon-bite, but he told me to eat it for he said, we go back to the shelter to-day, and by we he meant collie. He had been lonesome and was glad of company and we chattered on by the hour. At noon, leaving collie in charge of the sheep, we went to the hut where he stayed and had something to eat. He said his father was shepherd to a big farmer, who had sent him with two score of shearling ewes to get highland pasture. We talked about everything we knew and tried to make each other laugh. He told me about Wallace, and we gripped hands on saying we would fight for Scotland like him, and I told him about Glasgow, where he had not been. A boy came with a little basket and a
message. The message was from his father, that he was to bring the sheep back early on Monday, and the basket was from his mother with food and a clean shirt for the Sabbath. We slept on a sheepskin and wakened to hear the patter of rain. After seeing his sheep and counting them, Archie said we must keep the Sabbath, and when we had settled in a dry corner of the hillside he heard me my questions. I could not go further than Who is the Redeemer of God's elect? but he could go to the end. Then I repeated the three paraphrases my mother had taught me, but Archie had nearly all of them and several psalms. A shepherd would be tired if he did not learn by heart, he said; some knit but I like reading best. Then he took my mother's bible and read about David and Goliath. That over he started to sing. Oh we had a fine time, and when a shower came Archie spread his plaid like a tent over the bushes and we sat under it. He told me what he meant to do when he was a man. He was going to Canada and get a farm, and send for the whole family. As we snuggled in for the night, he told me he would not forget me and he was glad collie had nosed me out in the bushes. If I found in the morning he was gone, I was to take what he left me to eat. Sure enough I slept in; he was gone with the sheep. I said a prayer for him and took the road. It was shower and shine all day. I footed on my way as fast as I could, for the cut was still tender. Towards night I neared a little village and saw an old man sitting on the doorstep reading. I asked him if I was on the right road to Dundonald. He replied I was, but it was too far away to reach before dark, and he put a few questions to me. Asking me to sit beside him we had a talk. Did you ever see that book? holding out the one he was reading. 'It is A Cloud of Witnesses, and gives the story of the days of persecution. I wish every man in Scotland knew what it contains, for there would be more of the right stuff among us. I was just reading, for the hundredth time, I suppose, the trial of Marion Harvie, and how he who was afterwards James King of England consented to send her, a poor frail woman, to the gallows'. From the Covenanters he passed to politics. He was a weaver and did not like the government, telling me, seeing where I came from, I must grow up to be a Glasgow radical. Seeing I was homeless, he said he would fend me for the night, and, going into the house, he brought out a coggie of milk and a barley scone. When I had finished, he took me to the byre and left me in a stall of straw, telling me to leave early for his wife hated gangrel bodies and would not, when she came in, rest content, if she knew there was anybody in the stable. When daylight came it was raining. I started without anybody seeing me from the house. I was soon wet to the skin, but I trudged on, saying to myself every now and then You're a Scotchman, never say die. There were few on the road, and when I met a postman and asked how far I was from Dundonald, his curt reply was, You are in it. I was dripping wet and oh so perished with cold and hunger that I made up my mind to stop at the first house I came to. As it happened, it was a farm-house a little bit from the road. I went to the kitchen-door where there was a hen trying to keep her chicks out of the rain. There were voices of children at play and of a woman as if crooning a babe to sleep. I stood a while before I ventured to knock. There was no answer and after waiting a few minutes I knocked again. A boy of my own age opened the door. An old woman came towards me and asked what I wanted. I am cold, I said, and, please, might I warm myself? She was deaf and did not catch what I said. 'Whose bairn are you?' she asked me. Mary Askew's, I replied, I noticed the younger woman who had the child in her lap fixed her gaze on me. Where are you from? grannie asked. From Glasgow and I am so cold. Laying down the child in the cradle, the younger woman came to me and sitting on a stool took my hands. 'Where did your mother belong?' she asked in a kind voice. She came from the parish of Dundonald. 'And where is your father?' He is dead. 'And is your mother in Glasgow?' She
died in the hospital, and the thought of that sad time set the tears running down my cheeks. 'You poor motherless bairn!' she exclaimed, 'can it be you are the child of my old school companion? Have you any brothers or sisters?' No, I have nobody in the world. 'Did your mother leave you nothing?' In my simplicity, not understanding she meant worldly gear, I untied my bundle, uncovered the cloth I had wrapped round it to keep it dry, and handed her the bible. She looked at the writing. 'I remember when she got it, as a prize for repeating the 119th psalm without missing a word.' Putting her arms round my neck she kissed me and holding me to the light she said 'You have your mother's eyes and mouth.' The boy and girl took me to the fire, and, when grannie was got to understand who I was, she bustled round to heat over some of the broth left from dinner and while it was warming the little girl forced her piece into my mouth. The other boy came to me full of curiosity. Feeling my legs he whispered, You're starvit. By-and-by a cart drove into the yard. It was the master with his hired man. When he was told who I was, he called me to him and patted me on the head. That night I slept with Allan, the name of the older boy. His brother's name was Bob, and the girl's Alice. The baby had not been christened. The name of the master of the house was Andrew Anderson.
CHAPTER II. Hating to be a burden on the family I was eager to work. Too weak for farm duties, I helped about the house and came, in course of time, to earn a good word from grannie. Tho of the same age, there was a great difference between Allan and myself. He could lift weights I could not move, did not get tired as I did, and as the stronger took care of me We were all happy and getting-on well when trouble came from an unlooked for quarter. The master got notice from the factor that, on his lease running out the following year, the rent would be raised. He did not look for this. During his lease he had made many improvements at his own cost and thought they would more than count against any rise in the value of farm lands. He remonstrated with the factor, who said he could do nothing, his lordship wanted more revenue from his estate and there was a man ready to take the farm at the advanced rent. He was sorry, but the master had to pay the rent asked or leave the place. If I go, what will be allowed me for the improvements I have made? Not a shilling; he had gone on making them without the landlord's consent. You saw me making them and encouraged me, said the master, and I made them in the belief I would be given another tack to get some of the profit out of them. The factor replied, Tut, tut, that's not the law of Scotland. The master felt very sore at the injustice done him. On his lordship's arrival from London, accompanied by a party of his English friends, for the shooting, the master resolved to see him. On the morning he left to interview him we wished him good luck, confident the landlord would not uphold the factor, and we wearied for his return. The look on his face as he came into the kitchen showed he had failed. He told us all that passed. On getting to the grand house and telling the flunkey he had come to see his master, the flunkey regarded him with disdain, and replied his lordship was engaged and would not see him. Persisting in refusing to leave the door and telling that he was a tenant, the flunkey left and returned with a young gentleman, who asked what was his business, saying he was his lordship's secretary. On being told, the young man shook his head, saying his lordship left all such matters to his factor, and it would do no good to see him. Just then a finely dressed lady
swept into the hall. Pausing, she cried, 'Tompkins, what does that common-looking man want here? Tell him to go to the servants' entry.' 'He wants to see his lordship,' was the reply. 'The idea!' exclaimed the lady as she crossed the floor and disappeared by the opposite door. The master could hear the sounds of laughter and jingle of glasses. 'My, good man,' said the secretary, 'you had better go: his lordship will not see you today.' 'When will he be at liberty to see me?' asked the master, 'I will come when it suits his pleasure. I must have his word of mouth that what the factor says is his decision.' The secretary looked perplexed, and after putting a few questions, among them that he had paid his rent and wanted no favor beyond renewal of his lease on the old terms, he told my father to wait a minute and left. It might be half an hour or more when a flunkey beckoned the master to follow him. Throwing open a door he entered what he took to be the library, for it had shelves of books. His lordship was alone, seated by the fireplace with a newspaper on his lap. 'Now, say what you have to say in fewest words,' said the nobleman. Standing before him the master told how he had taken the farm 19 years ago, had observed every condition of the lease, and had gone beyond them in keeping the farm in good heart, for he had improved it in many ways, especially during the past few years when he had ditched and limed and levelled a boggy piece of land, and changed it from growing rushes into the best pasture-field on the farm. 'Gin the farm is worth more, it is me who has made it and I crave your lordship to either give me another tack at the same rent or pay me what my betterments are worth.' His Lordship turned and touched a bell. On the flunkey appearing, he said to him, 'Show this fellow to the door,' and took up his newspaper. As the master finished, he said to us, 'Dear as every acre of the farm is to me, I will leave it and go where the man who works the land may own it and where there are no lords and dukes, nor baronets. I am a man and never again will I ask as a favor what is my due of any fellow-mortal with a title.' We went to bed that night sorrowful and fearing what was before us. When he took anything in hand the master went through with it. Before the week was out he had given up the farm, arranged for an auction sale, and for going to Canada. My heart was filled with misgivings as to what would become of me. I knew crops had been short for two years, and, though he was even with the world, the master had not a pound to spare, and depended on the auction-sale for the money to pay for outfit and passage to Canada. I had no right to expect he would pay for me, and all the more that he would have no use for a lad such as I was in his new home. It was not so much of what might happen to myself after they were gone that I thought about, as of parting with the family, for I loved every one of them. I knew they were considering what to do with me, and one day, on the master getting me alone, he seemed relieved on telling me the new tenant of the farm was going to keep me on for my meat. I thanked him, for it was better than I looked for. These were busy days getting ready. Alice noticed that, in all the making of clothes, there were none for me, and I overheard her ask her mother, who answered in a whisper, that they had not money enough to take me along with them. Alice was more considerate than ever with me. To their going grannie proved an obstacle. She would not leave Scotland, she declared, she would be buried in it, she would go to no strange country, let alone a cold one like Canada, nor cross the sea. Her favorite of the family was Robbie, on whom she doted. 'You will not leave him?' asked the mistress. 'Ou, he'll gang with me to Mirren's,' the name of her daughter in Glasgow. 'Oh, no; Robbie goes with us to Canada.' It was a struggle with the dear old soul, and in the end she decided she would brave the Atlantic rather than part with her boy. The last day came. The chests, and plenishing for the home they looked forward to in Canada, had gone the day before and been stowed in the ship at
Troon, and the carts stood at the door to receive the family and their hand-bags. The children and all were seated and the master turned to me before taking his place. He shook my hand, and tried to say something, but could not, for his voice failed. Pressing half a crown in my little fist he moved to get beside the driver, when Robbie cheeped out astonished, 'Is Gordie no to go wi' us?' 'Whist, my boy; we will send for him by-and-by.' At this Robbie set up a howl, and his brothers and sisters joined in his weeping. The master was sorely moved and whispered with his wife. 'His passage-money will make me break my last big note,' I heard him say to her. 'Trust in the Lord,' she answered, 'I canna thole the thought of leaving the mitherless bairn to that hard man, John Stoddart; he'll work the poor weak fellow to death.' Without another word, the master hoisted me on top of the baggage, the carts moved on, and Robbie looked up into my face with a smile. We were driven alongside the ship as she lay at the quay. She was a roomy brig, and was busy taking on cargo. Our part of the hold was shown to us, and the mistress at once began to unpack the bedding, and to make the best of everything. 'Is it not an awful black hole to put Christians into?' asked a woman who was taking her first survey. 'Well, no, I do not think so; it is far better than I expected.' She had a gracious way, the mistress, of looking at everything in the best light. In the afternoon a man came on board to see the captain about taking passage, and they agreed. He had no baggage, and as the ship only supplied part of the provisions he had to go to buy what he needed for the voyage. He asked the master to let me go with him to help to carry back his bedding and parcels. We went from shop to shop until he had got everything on his list; last of all he visited a draper and bought cloth. On getting back to the ship he was tapped on the shoulder by a seedy looking fellow who was waiting for him, and who said, 'You are my prisoner.' The man started and his face grew white. I thought it strange he did not ask what he was a prisoner for. 'Will you go quietly or will I put these on?' asked the man, showing a pair of handcuffs in his coat pocket. 'I will give you no trouble,' was the answer, 'only allow the boy to stow these parcels and bags in my berth.' 'I think the boy had better come with you; I will wait till he is ready.' I wondered what he could want with me. He led us up the street to a large building where he placed us in charge of a man even more greasy and with a worse look than himself. It was quite a while before he returned and led us into a large room. There was a long table, at its head sat two well-dressed gentlemen, and at each side men with papers before them. 'May it please your lordship and Bailie McSweem, the prisoner being present we will now proceed.' He went on to explain that the prisoner was a member of one of those political associations that were plotting to subvert the government of the country, even thinking they could organize a revolution and drive his majesty from the throne. He need not dwell on the danger State and Church were in from the plottings of those desperate men, and the need of all upholders of the Crown and Constitution suppressing them with a firm hand. The gentleman who was addressed as his lordship nodded in approval, and said, 'There is no need, Mr Sheriff, of referring to those unhappy matters as we are fully cognizant of them. What about the prisoner?' 'He is a member of the Greenock union, proceedings were about to be taken for his arrest on a charge of sedition, when somehow he got wind of what was about to take place and, knowing he was guilty, attempted to flee the country. I can produce, if you say so, witnesses to prove that he skulked into Troon by back streets and secured passage to Canada on the Heatherbell, which sails in a few hours. I have one witness now present.'
His lordship remarked the Sheriff deserved credit for his vigilance and the promptitude with which he acted. 'I suppose,' he added, 'we have nothing more to do than order his being sent to Greenock for examination and trial?' 'That is all we need do.' answered the Sheriff. Just then a loud voice was heard in the hall demanding admission, a sound as if the door-keeper was pulled aside, and a sharp-featured man came in. 'What business have you to enter here?' demanded the Sheriff. 'I will soon show you. What are you doing with that man?' pointing to the prisoner. Leave at once, or I will order you to be ejected.' ' The man, who was quite composed, said to the prisoner, 'Mr Kerr, do you authorize me to act as your attorney?' 'Yes,' he answered. Very well, then, I am here by right. Now, Mr Sheriff, hand ' me over the papers in the case.' The Sheriff, who was red in the face, 'I shall not, you have no right here; you're not a lawyer.' Addressing the magistrates the man said he was a merchant, a burgess of the city of Glasgow, had been chosen by the accused as his attorney and was acting within his rights in demanding to see the papers. The magistrates consulted in a whisper and his lordship remarked there could be no objection. The Sheriff, however, continued to clutch them. 'You ask him,' was the order of the stranger to Kerr, 'he dare not refuse you.' Reluctantly the Sheriff handed them to the stranger, who quickly glanced over them. 'Is this all?' he demanded. 'Yes, that is all,' snapped the Sheriff. 'Where is the warrant for Kerr's arrest?' 'None of your business where it is.' Speaking to the bench, the stranger said there was neither information nor warrant among the papers he held in his hand. The only authority they had for holding Kerr was a letter from a clerk at Greenock, stating one Robert Kerr, accused of sedition, had fled before the papers could be made out for his arrest, and that, if he was found trying to take ship at Troon, to hold him. 'I warn you,' said the stranger, shaking his fist, 'that you have made yourselves liable to heavy penalties in arresting Robert Kerr on the strength of a mere letter. There is no deposition whatever, no warrant, and yet a peaceable man, going about in his lawful business, has been seized by your thief-takers and made prisoner. If you do not release him at once I go forthwith to Edinburgh and you will know what will happen you by Monday.' He went on with much more I do not recall, but it was all threats and warnings of what would befall all concerned if Kerr was not released. The Sheriff at last got in a word. 'The charge is sedition and ordinary processes of procedure do not apply.' 'You might have said that 30 years ago when you infernal Tories sent Thomas Muir of Huntershill to his death, and William Skirving and others to banishment for seeking reform in representation and upholding the right of petition, but you are not able now to make the law to suit your ends. You are holding this man without shadow of law or justice, and I demand his being set at liberty.' 'Quite an authority in law!' sneered the Sheriff. 'Yes, I have been three times before the court of session and won each time. I knew your father, who was a decent shoemaker in Cupar, and when he sent
you to learn to be a lawyer he little thought he was making a tool for those he despised. Pick a man from the plow, clap on his back a black coat, send him to college, and in five years he is a Conservative, and puckers his mouth at anything so vulgar as a Reformer, booing and clawing to the gentry and nobility. Dod, set a beggar on horseback and he will ride over his own father, and your father was no lick-the-ladle like you, but a Liberal who stood up for his rights.' The bitterness and force with which the stranger spoke cowed his hearers. 'These insults are too much,' stammered the Bailie. The stranger at once turned upon him. 'O, this is you McSweem, to whom I have sold many a box of soap and tea when you wore an apron and kept a grocer's shop. Set you up and push you forward, indeed. You have got a bit of an estate with your wife's money and call yourself a laird! The grand folk having taken you under their wing, you forget that you once sat, cheek-by-jowl, with Joseph Gerrald, and now you sit in judgment on a better man than a dozen like you.' 'Mr Sheriff,' shouted his lordship. 'Remove this man to the cells.' 'I dare you to put a finger on me,' and he grasped a chair ready to knock down the officer who advanced to obey the order. 'I am within my lawful rights. Dod, wee Henderson would ask nothing better than to prosecute you before the lords of session were you to keep me in jail even for an hour. Release this innocent man Kerr, and let us go.' 'You are a vulgar bully,' exclaimed his lordship haughtily. The stranger dropped his bitter tone, and asked smoothly, 'May I ask your lordship a question? Will you condescend to say how many of your lordship's relatives are in government offices, and is it true your wife's mother draws a pension, all of them living out of taxes paid by the commonalty whom you despise?' His lordship affected not to hear him, and beckoning the Sheriff to draw near, he conferred with the magistrates in whispers. I overheard Bailie McSweem say, 'I know him, he's a perfect devil to fight; better have nothing to do with him,' and the Sheriff's remark, 'He has got a legal catch to work on.' When the Sheriff went back to his seat, h is lordship said curtly, 'The accused is discharged,' and he and McSweem hurriedly left. The stranger gripped Kerr by the shoulder and pushed him before him until we reached the street. 'Now, I must leave you, for I must see what my customers are out of.' 'Tell me your name?' asked Kerr, 'that I may know who has done me such service.' 'Never mind; you are under no obligation to me. A wee bird told me you were in trouble and I am glad to have been in time to serve you.' 'You do not know all the service you have done; you have saved more than myself from jail, and an innocent wife and children from poverty. Do let me know your name that I may remember it as long as I live.' 'Daniel M'farlane, and my advice is to quit Scotland right off, for these devils are mad angry at your giving them the slip. They will get the papers they need from Greenock and have you in jail if you are here tomorrow.' A grip of the hand, and the stranger was gone. The whole scene was such a surprise, so novel to me, that every part of it fastened on my memory. On reaching the brig we found the sailors stowing away casks of water. Kerr
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SXU Welcomes Erin Mueller to the University Advancement Team
Saint Xavier University's (SXU) University Advancement (UA) would like to welcome its newest team member, Erin Mueller, executive director for corporate, government and foundation relations. She brings 14 years of experience to the team, specializing in: budget generation and administration; grant development and management; contract drafting and negotiation; and team leadership.
"Having grown-up in this neighborhood and graduated from Mother McAuley, I have experienced first-hand the heritage of the Sisters of Mercy, and credit my strong critical thinking and communication skills, and my commitment to a career that is in service to the needs of the greater community to that tradition" said Mueller. "I am thrilled to join the Advancement team at Saint Xavier University. This is an opportunity to apply my experience and knowledge of corporate, government, and foundation fundraising, in support of Saint Xavier, an institution whose mission I so deeply respect. Over the next year, I look forward to working with the University faculty and leadership to cultivate new funding opportunities for Saint Xavier."
Prior to SXU, Mueller worked for The Alliance for Clinical Trials in Oncology Foundation, where she drafted and negotiated complex contracts and budgets for national, multi-center oncology clinical trials. She oversaw the preparation and submission of applications and management of extensive grant portfolios, which resulted in multi-million dollars of awarded funds. Mueller also was responsible for spearheading process development, where she formulized standard operating procedures, best practices, work instructions and policy documents.
Mueller has a Master of Arts in History from Marquette University in Milwaukee, Wis. and a Bachelor of Arts in Liberal Arts and Sciences in History from The University of Illinois in Urbana, Ill. She is also an alumna from SXU's neighbor, Mother McAuley Liberal Arts High School.
Please join us in welcoming her to the SXU community!
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boot partition on SW RAID1, lilo used as bootmanager. After restore lilo failed to run. Problem is with metadata version of newly created RAID. mdadm prefers to create RAIDs with new metadata format but lilo is compatible only with metadata format 0.90. mdadm needs to be run with "-e 0.90" switch to force it to create old metadata format. At least on boot partition.
Lots of commonality with #473 no ?
What woul be your answer to the question asked there ?
I'm more than happy with forcing 0.90 metadata everywhere :-). And this is quick and dirty solution but it works.
The correct long term solution is remember metadata format at backup time and restore with this format.
mdadm version above 3.1 supports old metadata format (at least my 3.1.4 version in Debian stable does). I beliewe nobody plans to remove its support. Only change is selection of default format.
MDADMVER - I don't think it's usable. I can switch to console at correct moment, stop RAID array, recreate it with metadata 0.90, switch back and continue with restoration of all data. If you want to do this type of workaround do it so it's can be specified at backup time.
metadata are now restored as they were originally with rev . Will be in 3.0.2.


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From left, Marina Gejekoushian, Primate Very Rev. Daniel Findikyan, Rev. Mardiros Chevian, and Sevag Boyadjian
CommunityArmenian ChurchEastern Diocese of the Armenian Church of America
Two Students from Jerusalem Enjoy Summer High School Conference at St. Nersess Seminary
By Florence Avakian
ARMONK, N.Y. — Sevag Boyadjian, 15, and Marina Gejekoushian, 17, two gifted students from Jerusalem's Sts. Tarkmanchatz School, were chosen to participate in this year's Summer High School Conference at St. Nersess Armenian Seminary. This program was initiated and organized by seminary Dean Rev. Mardiros Chevian, and funded by several donors.
This year, the main benefactors of the project were Russell and Susan Kashian (Muskege, WI), with support by George and Lorraine Marootian (Franklin Lakes, NJ), Vicken and Rosette Arslanian (Englewood, NJ), Joseph and Kristine Casali (Ramsey, NJ), Steven and Karen Nargizian (Franklin Lakes, NJ),Gregory and Meline Toufayan (Saddle River, NJ), Glen and Kristin Dabaghian (Ramsey, NJ), Keith and Karyn Bilezerian (Wrentham, MA), Jonathan and Therese Najarian (Hillsdale, NJ), and Paul Derderian (Rye, NY).
Both students are proud Armenians who "love our history, our people, and our friends who are mostly Armenian." They attribute these feelings to their families, and to Sts. Tarkmanchatz School which has taught them "our language, culture and history, as well as how to be a good Armenian." The school that includes kindergarten to the 12th grade, has been applauded for its highly rated academic standards.
The school has approximately 150 students, the vast majority of which are Armenian. The few non-Armenian students are enrolled because of the school's reputation in the community of having a safe environment and a high level of education.
Its principal for the past 11 years has been the Very Rev. Norayr Kazazian. "He is very caring, funny and knows how to take care of the school," says Gejekoushian, adding that he fixed the walls, had the new classrooms painted, and hired new highly experienced teachers, including Arabs and Jews, though most of the teachers are Armenian.
Sts. Tarkmanchatz "is our second home," Boyadjian chimes in. The classes are small in student number, and though the teachers are strict, personal attention is given to each student. Sts. Tarkmanchats "is special because it teaches those don't know much about Armenians to learn the treasures of our rich heritage," says Marina whose mother graduated from the school.
The students residing within the area of the Patriarchate also participate in their own clubs. "We always do things together in our two clubs. We have several activities and games. The clubs teach us how to be good scouts, good people," says Boyadjian who at 6' 2" tall, is a proficient basketball player.
Boyadjian loves mathematics. He hopes to attend college in Jerusalem, and become a tour guide "in three languages" in the city. The Armenian Quarter is a well-known part of the Old City. The St. James Armenian Cathedral with its legendary windows that glow with the oiled lamps and the changing hues of daylight, was built with no electricity. The traditional all-male choir is made up of seminarians, Boyadjian points out.
Gejekoushian said the sciences, in particular, biology and psychology are her favorites. Her goal is to attend Hebrew University, and become a doctor "so I can help people." She points out that there are many doctors in Jerusalem hospitals from the West Bank. Gejekoushian, who is a fifth-generation Jerusalemite, loves this city because "my family is here, as well as a majority of my friends. This is an historic city. Every stone has its own story."
Both students are also talented musicians, playing drums. Boyajian, whose father is a bus driver in Jerusalem, also plays the guitar, and Gejekoushian, the viola. Her father is a musician and plays multiple instruments and performs in a Christian band. Her family's business is in ceramics and pottery.
"Being Armenian is special. Armenia was the first country to accept Christianity," Boyajian states with obvious pride of the well-known fact. "Even if they put a gun to my head, my deep pride in my heritage would never be lessened," Gejekoushian adds enthusiastically. "Our culture, language and history are rich and beautiful, and very unique."
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Both students have been to Armenia. Boyajian has visited twice. "I saw all the churches in Armenia. Many looked the same, but Tatev and Echmiadzin were so peaceful. You felt like you were in heaven. Armenia is my country," he comments thoughtfully.
Gejekoushian who visited Armenia two years ago, brought holy water from Sts. James Cathedral for the visit of Pope, saying to him, "I'm from Jerusalem." Her favorite church in Armenia is Oshagan. "When I left Armenia, I felt like I was leaving my home. I want to return very soon."
While at St. Nersess, both young students visited St. Vartan Armenian Cathedral and the Diocesan Primate, the Very Rev. Daniel Findikyan. But it was the 10 days at St. Nersess that was indelible in their minds. They especially loved singing the Armenian songs which they knew well with the other students. Gejekoushian, whose sister, Sarin, was a recent recipient of the Sts. Tarkmanchatz trip to St. Nersess said that Sarin when she attended the extraordinary program "fell in love" with all her compatriots.
"Everyone was like one big family," both students said with emphasis. Friendships were made for a lifetime. For both students who learned many new things, both spiritually and for every-day life, it was a unique and deeply rewarding experience that will last a lifetime.
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Okręg wyborczy Kinross and Western Perthshire powstał w 1918 r. i wysyłał do brytyjskiej Izby Gmin jednego deputowanego. Okręg obejmował hrabstwo Kinross i część hrabstwa Perth. Został zniesiony w 1983 r.

Deputowani do brytyjskiej Izby Gmin z okręgu Kinross and Western Perthshire
 1918–1923: James Gardiner, Szkocka Partia Unionistyczna
 1923–1938: Katherine Stewart-Murray, księżna Atholl, Szkocka Partia Unionistyczna
 1938–1955: William McNair Snadden, Szkocka Partia Unionistyczna
 1955–1963: Gilmour Leburn, Szkocka Partia Unionistyczna
 1963–1974: Alec Douglas-Home, Partia Konserwatywna
 1974–1983: Nicholas Fairbairn, Partia Konserwatywna

Kinross and Western Perthshire


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Pardalosus slevini är en skalbaggsart som beskrevs av Van Dyke 1928. Pardalosus slevini ingår i släktet Pardalosus och familjen Aphodiidae. Inga underarter finns listade i Catalogue of Life.

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July 23, 2008 If you're the kind of explorer who tackles driving, cycling, boating and hiking in the space of a day or weekend, Garmin's new nuvi 500 series is the GPS you shouldn't leave home without.
3.5" touch-screen with one-click activation of driving, cycling, boating and hiking modes.
Garmin's "Where am I?" feature allows you to see your exact latitude and longitude coordinates, along with useful information such as the nearest intersection, gas station and hospital.
Support for optional Traffic Message Channel or MSN Direct receivers. MSN Direct allows your nuvi to display information from a variety of sources such as news headlines, stock updates, fuel prices and traffic conditions - and receive GPS coordinates from Live Search Maps.
Garmin Connect Photos provides access to millions of geo-located photos from Panoramio for photo navigation.
A scooter mount is included as standard in some European markets, and will be available as an optional extra elsewhere.
The only difference between the two new models is the preloaded maps - the nuvi 500 comes loaded with detailed street and topographic mapping for the lower 48 U.S. states, Hawaii and Puerto Rico, while the nuvi 550 comes with comprehensive street maps for the U.S. and Canada.
As yet, no price or release date has been announced - stay tuned for updates.


If your knowledge of knives ends at "butter" and "bread," you might be selling your kitchen and your cooking experiences short. There are tons of different knives and ways to use them – making every part of food prep and cooking that much easier. Here are some of the lesser-known but really important knives available to amateur and professional chefs alike.
Chef's knife: This blade is between 6 and 14 inches long, with a slightly curved body. It's versatile and a great multi-purpose knife that's good for chopping vegetables, cutting meat, and more.
Paring knife: This knife has a short blade that makes it perfect for peeling fruits and vegetables, deveining shellfish, and other intricate tasks.
Serrated utility knife: With a blade between 4 and 7 inches long, it looks like a shorter bread knife. It's perfect for cleaning and slicing fruits, vegetables, bagels, and breads.
Boning knife: This a thin, flexible blade that measures between 5 and 7 inches long and is used to separate meat from bone. Some are better for beef, while others are better for chicken, and some are only used to filet fish.
Bread knife: This long serrated knife is a kitchen classic, used for slicing bread without squishing it.
Carving knife: A thinner version of a chef's knife, the sharp edge of this blade makes it perfect for slicing meat and carving food like roasts and turkeys.
Cleaver: A heavy, rectangular knife with a heavy thick blade, this knife is used for separating meat from bone. It's a staple in restaurants and butcher shops and can easily be used in homes that need to break down large pieces of meat or bring back meat from hunting trips.
Mincing knife: This blade, when rocked back and forth, is the perfect tool to finely cut veggies and herbs.
Trimming knife: This tool looks like a smaller boning knife at just under 3 inches long. It can trim fat from meat and even help remove meat from bone in some cuts. A trimming knife will even let you carve decorative vegetables, if that's something you're looking to add to your kitchen and cooking skills.
If you'd like to be a better cook, you might want to invest in the right cutlery. Check out our selection of cookware and cutlery to become the very best cook you can be!


MamaBreak: Kmart Decorate It Forward!
This year we are changing up our tree with NEW ornaments! Super excited about the great options at Kmart this year! You can decorate your house for Christmas this year with style! Checkout Sandra Lee and Jaclyn Smith's exclusive Kmart Holiday Collections! I found out by the Holiday Decorate It Forward Promotion from Smiley360!
Win a Holiday Shopping Spree from Kmart this season!
For every St. Jude Bear sold, Kmart will donate $1 to charity, too! There is a lot going on at Kmart this year! Check it out!
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package org.lucidj.accounts;

import org.lucidj.api.core.ManagedObject;
import org.lucidj.api.core.ManagedObjectInstance;
import org.slf4j.Logger;
import org.slf4j.LoggerFactory;

import com.vaadin.navigator.View;
import com.vaadin.navigator.ViewChangeListener;
import com.vaadin.ui.Button;
import com.vaadin.ui.Label;
import com.vaadin.ui.Panel;
import com.vaadin.ui.VerticalLayout;

public class AccountsView extends VerticalLayout implements ManagedObject, View
{
    private final static Logger log = LoggerFactory.getLogger (AccountsView.class);

    private void buildView()
    {
        setMargin (true);

        Label h1 = new Label ("Accounts");
        h1.addStyleName ("h1");
        addComponent (h1);

        addComponent (local_accounts ());
    }

    private Panel local_accounts ()
    {
        Panel p = new Panel ("Local accounts");
        VerticalLayout content = new VerticalLayout ();
        p.setContent(content);
        content.setSpacing(true);
        content.setMargin(true);
        content.addComponent(new Label ("You can test the loading indicator by pressing the buttons."));
        content.addComponent (new Button ("Hello world!"));
        return (p);
    }

    @Override
    public void enter(ViewChangeListener.ViewChangeEvent event)
    {
        // TODO Auto-generated method stub
        if (getComponentCount() == 0)
        {
            buildView();
        }
    }

    @Override
    public void validate (ManagedObjectInstance instance)
    {
        // Nothing
    }

    @Override
    public void invalidate (ManagedObjectInstance instance)
    {
        // Nothing
    }
}

// EOF