Wednesday, with South Berlin-North Berlin, I was part of a festival organised by the English Theatre Berlin, speaking singing switching on switching off my lights on a wide black wooden floor, in front of a scattered audience.
Thursday, I took advantage of my artist pass and attended a long evening of performances.
At the break, tight and stiff in the middle of the others, I recognise seated in front of me one of the official photographers of the theatre, that was there the day before for my reading.
I look at him, his eyes turn towards my face, go through, unwaveringly empty, as far as I am concerned.
I turn over, accepting my incognito solitary writer destiny. The slender silhouette of a young woman with long brown hair appears in the right shot.
and to continue to speak from the darkness.
Mercredi, avec South Berlin-North Berlin, je participais à un festival organisé par The English Theatre Berlin, parlant chantant allumant éteignant mes lumières sur un grand plancher noir, devant un public clairsemé.
Jeudi je profitais de mon pass d'artiste et me rendais à une longue soirée de performances. A la pause, serrée, un peu raide au milieu des autres, je reconnais assis devant moi le photographe officiel du théâtre, présent la veille lors de ma lecture.
Je le regarde, ses yeux se déplacent sur mon visage, le traversent, résolument vides, en ce qui me concerne.
et continuer à parler depuis l'obscurité.
Why the hell were we going to Brétigny ?
Doubt was sneaking in on the R.E.R. platform as a thirty minute trip from Châtelet was about to start. Exotic from the boarding onwards, the journey opened by discussing with a white-collar worker, familiar with the complexity of public transport, who tried to convince us of the advantages of fresh-air-suburban-life.
In Brétigny-Gare, a cheerful communication with local shopkeepers showed us the way to the contemporary art centre where a presentation of performances was waiting for us within the context of a "Noise & Capitalism" event. By coincidence, an acquaintance from Berlin had been invited to perform. Despite his very doubtful air on what could this story of Noise & Capitalism be all about, I had decided not to miss this, and to take Constance with me, delighted to "travel at last out of Paris", had she said with a childlike look while staring at the flashing-by trees through the train dirty window.
The C.A.C (contemporary art centre) was standing in the middle of anonymity. We could have been anywhere in France (but certainly in France), in front of the cemented high school, by the gymnasium, opposite the parking lot. Strangely new, well laid out, well equipped, it was impatiently waiting for us, if we were to believe the intrigued and happy eyes of the group of male adults, trendy clothes and hairdos, in front of the glass doors. A smaller group of Emokids was facing them. We were clearly in presence of the artistic professional team on one side, on the other of its only audience, freshly coming out of the aforementioned school. Our arrival was undoubtedly bringing a touch of enthusiasm to the thirty-year-olds smoking in front of the small poster, that was attempting to entice the teenagers with a "Tonight noise concert".
The first performance, from the Berliner acquaintance, was presenting to the nearly empty room the doubts of its performer concerning the validity itself of his presence amongst us. Seated, crossed legs, in an international English mixed with a strong Argentinian accent he was slowly listing Wikipedia extracts and series of questions on the whys and wherefores of noise, every now and then interrupting the reading of his paper to glance at the room with dark, inquiring or intense eyes, it was hard to say. To take his revenge for his perplexity maybe, or for lack of a better idea, he then had undertaken to invite the festival curator to comment a selection of quotations that, he was to reveal only at the end, came from the next performer on the list. The curator-artist started thus to publicly denigrate one of his guests. I turned around, fingers stuck in my ears, while the Berliner with the Argentinian accent, now standing up, was hitting a small metallic object with a stick, to prove to us he could be very noisy too, if he wanted: the room had entirely emptied from its audience, apart from us and the professional team, the Emokids having strangely disappeared without us noticing.
The next on the list, the noise Polish musician, and a loyal stooge already fairly soaked, got down to work. Very ill-prepared for the event, we had to make a swift move and evacuate the room. I was soon sneaking in again, two pellets of kleenex firmly stuck into my ears. The sensation must had been the same immersed in a 747 jet engine. The experience was not totally uninteresting: I was seeing more clearly the link with capitalism. I had spent several years of salary work in school dining halls, and always well believed the studies comparing the sonic level there to precisely the one of a landing runway.
After a short break, we prepared ourselves to brave the third performance. A bowler-hatted young man, swirling between the speakers, was hurling as much noise as he could, helped by various accessories, mimicking rock stars' grin, spiting into the air, falling on his knees… I confess, I was experiencing focusing difficulties: on the glass doors' side widely opened onto the granite-like pavement, some minor events were occurring.
A group of joggers in full fluorescent gears, the five faces turned by the surprise towards the sonic epicentre, crossed the space in slow motion.
A lady walking her yorkshire was starting a conversation with the Polish bruitiste. She was visibly exhorting her dog to listen to the performance. The latter, however, gave up.
But a few minutes later, in the distance, a mob of women over sixty was approaching, their yorkshires anticipating them from their leashes' end (I insist, these were yorkshires only, even from this distance I was well aware of it).
Alas, just like with the Emokids, the next peek revealed a scene entirely emptied from its actors.
In my back, the Polish's loyal companion had dozed off in a large white pouf, a sherry bottle by his side, a put up rolled cigarette between his fingers.
Adopted by the professional team, the evening went on for us in the Asian restaurant of Brétigny. We were clearly for the owner an unexpected windfall, she got the tables moved. All this had an air of costume drama, the inevitable scene when they enter the inn. Jugs were ordered ; she was trying, order book in one hand, to convince us to take the all you can eat menu. The two noisy musicians, completely drunk for the loyal stooge, harder to say for the noise master, were insulting the staff behind their back, sending back the rosé jugs to ask for red, the sherry dregs stashed at their feet under the table. The more conceptual artists were worried about their vegetarian diet: should they take sticky rice ? The French menu was confusing… I had to choose for some, others produced a "vegetarian passport". The latter was presenting with simple drawings the authorized ingredients. The owner burst into uncontrollable laughter, and ignoring the aggressive muttering in alcoholic Polenglish at the end of the table, came back asking with a radiant look on her face: "Who wants more beer ?". I was keeping an eye open on the vegetarian menus, but probably lacked vigilance concerning the non-alcoholic drinks. An exuberant diabolo menthe1 substituted thus for the original order – a plain lemonade. The Scotsman's expression, discovering with his first sip the very existence of diabolo menthe's concept, betrayed his concern about the matching possibilities of this beverage with the sticky rice's more subtle notes.
In front of me, the Berliner Argentinian was starting a dialog attempt with the Polish seated two chairs further. "You are confused and dishonest !", hurled the latter with the anger of a man that might have been drunk but was still fit enough to charge very literally into him.
Alas, I lacked courage and left them there to their burgeoning friendship, and I freely admit, thus also abandoned Constance to the doomed end of the table's clutches ; and turning myself casually to the right, I focused on more gentle and civilised conversations.
Things, in the end, cooled down. We ordered the bill, we said good bye.
The last R.E.R. headed for Paris.
Qu'est-ce qu'on allait foutre à Brétigny ?
Le doute s'insinuait en moi sur le quai du R.E.R., alors que se préparait un voyage d'une demi-heure au départ du Châtelet. Dépaysées dès l'embarquement, nous entamâmes une discussion avec un travailleur en col blanc, habitué des complexités des transports publics, qui tenta bien de nous convaincre des avantages de la vie au grand air de la région parisienne.
A Brétigny-Gare, des échanges enjoués avec des commerçants locaux nous indiquèrent la route à prendre jusqu'au centre d'art contemporain où nous attendait une présentation de performances, dans le cadre d'un événement "Noise & Capitalisme". Le hasard avait fait qu'une connaissance berlinoise y avait été invitée, pour performer, et malgré son air très dubitatif quant à ce que pouvait bien signifier cette histoire de Noise & Capitalisme, j'avais décidé de ne pas rater ça, et d'embarquer avec moi Constance, ravie de "voyager enfin hors de Paris", avait-elle dit d'un air enfantin en regardant défiler les arbres par la vitre sale du train.
Le C.A.C (centre d'art contemporain) était posé au milieu de l'anonymat. Nous aurions pu être n'importe où en France (mais très certainement en France), devant le lycée cimenté, près de la salle polyvalente, en face du parking. Curieusement neuf, bien agencé, bien équipé, il nous attendait impatiemment, à en croire les regards intrigués et contents de la bande d'adultes mâles, tenues et coiffures branchées, squattant devant les portes vitrées. En face se tenait une bande plus réduite d'Emokids. Nous avions visiblement affaire d'un côté à l'équipe professionnelle artistique, de l'autre à son unique public, tout frais sortis du lycée d'en face. Notre arrivée ne manqua donc certainement pas de redonner un peu d'enthousiasme aux trentenaires fumant devant l'affichette, qui tentait d'appâter les ados d'un "Ce soir concert noise".
La première performance, celle du Berlinois de mes connaissances, présentait devant une salle quasiment vide les doutes de son performer quant à la validité même de sa présence ici parmi nous. Assis, les jambes croisées, il égrainait lentement d'un anglais international fortement mâtiné d'accent argentin extraits de Wikipedia et série de questions sur les pourquoi et les comment du noise, interrompant par moment la lecture de son papier pour jeter devant lui des regards sombres, interrogateurs ou intenses, c'était difficile à dire. Pour se venger de sa perplexité peut-être, ou faute d'une meilleure idée, il avait ensuite entrepris d'inviter l'organisateur du festival à commenter un choix de citations, qui, ne nous révélerait-il qu'à la fin, provenaient du prochain performer à venir sur la liste. L'artiste-organisateur se retrouva ainsi sans le savoir en train de dénigrer publiquement un de ses invités. Je me tournais, les doigts enfoncés dans les oreilles, pendant que le Berlinois à l'accent argentin, désormais debout, frappait un petit objet métallique avec une baguette, pour nous prouver qu'il pouvait être très noisy, lui aussi, s'il le voulait : la salle s'était entièrement vidée de son public hormis nous deux et l'équipe professionnelle, les Emokids ayant étrangement vidé les lieux sans que nous nous en soyons aperçues.
Le suivant sur la liste, le musicien noise polonais, et un fidèle comparse déjà passablement alcoolisé, se mirent au travail. Très mal préparées à l'événement, il fallut évacuer rapidement la salle. Je m'y glissais bientôt à nouveau, deux bouloches de kleenex solidement enfoncées dans les oreilles. La sensation devait être la même plongée dans le réacteur d'un Boeing 747. L'expérience n'était pas complètement inintéressante. Je voyais plus clairement le lien avec le capitalisme. J'avais passé plusieurs années de travail salarié dans des cantines scolaires, et avais toujours bien voulu croire les études comparant le volume sonore qui y règne avec justement celui d'une piste d'atterrissage.
Après une courte pause, nous nous préparâmes à affronter la troisième performance. Un homme jeune en chapeau, tournoyant entre les speakers, balançait du bruit tant qu'il pouvait à l'aide d'accessoires variés, mimant les rictus des rock-stars, crachant en l'air, se mettant à genoux… J'avoue, j'éprouvais quelques difficultés de concentration : du côté des portes vitrées largement ouvertes sur le parvis granité, de menus événements passionnants prenaient place.
Une bande de joggeurs aux costumes intégralement fluorescents, les cinq visages tournés par la surprise vers l'épicentre sonore, traversa l'espace au ralenti.
Une dame promenant son yorkshire entamait une discussion avec le bruitiste polonais. Elle exhortait visiblement son chien à écouter la performance. Ce dernier, cependant, renonça.
Mais quelques minutes plus tard, au loin, un attroupement de femmes de plus de soixante ans approchait, leurs yorkshires les devançant du bout de leurs laisses (j'insiste, il s'agissait uniquement de yorkshires, même à cette distance je m'en rendais bien compte).
Hélas, tout comme avec les Emokids, au coup d'œil suivant la scène s'était entièrement vidée de ses acteurs.
Derrière moi, le fidèle compagnon du Polonais s'était assoupi dans un grand pouf blanc, une bouteille de porto à ses côtés, une cigarette roulée éteinte au bout des doigts.
Adoptées par l'équipe professionnelle, la soirée se continua pour nous dans le restaurant asiatique de Brétigny. Nous étions clairement pour la patronne une aubaine inattendue, elle fit déplacer les tables. Tout cela n'était pas sans me rappeler la traditionnelle scène de l'auberge de tout bon film en costume. On commandait des pichets ; elle essayait, carnet à la main, de nous convaincre de prendre le menu à volonté. Les deux musiciens noise, complètement saoul pour le fidèle comparse, plus difficile à dire pour le maître noise, insultaient à couvert le personnel, renvoyant les pichets de rosé pour réclamer du rouge, le fond de bouteille de porto planqué à leurs pieds sous la table. Les artistes plus conceptuels s'inquiétaient quant à leur régime végétarien : devaient-ils prendre du riz gluant ? Le menu en français était confus… je dus choisir pour certains, d'autres produisirent un "passeport végétarien". Celui-ci présentait avec des dessins simples ce qu'il était autorisé de consommer. La patronne parti d'un fou rire incontrôlable, et ignorant le marmotage agressif en polanglais alcoolisé des musiciens en bout de table, revint en demandant d'un air radieux : "Qui reprend des bières ?". Je veillais au grain niveau menus végétariens, mais manquait probablement de vigilance quant aux boissons non-alcoolisées. Un exubérant diabolo menthe se substitua ainsi à la commande originale – une simple limonade. Le regard de l'Ecossais, qui découvrait avec cette première gorgée l'existence même du concept de diabolo menthe, trahit son inquiétude quant aux possibilités d'accorder ce breuvage avec les notes plus subtiles du riz gluant.
En face de moi, l'Argentin berlinois entamait une tentative de dialogue avec le Polonais assis deux chaises plus loin. "Tu es confus et malhonnête !", lui balança ce dernier avec la hargne d'un homme peut-être saoul mais encore assez en forme pour lui foncer très littéralement dans le bide.
Hélas, je manquais de courage et les abandonnais là à leur amitié naissante, et je le reconnais volontiers, abandonnais par là même Constance aux griffes du carré maudit en bout de table ; et me tournant négligemment vers la droite, je me concentrais sur des conversations plus douces et plus civilisées.
Les choses, finalement, s'apaisèrent. On commanda l'addition, on se dit au revoir.
Le dernier R.E.R. rejoignit Paris.
J'ai acheté pour l'avion le Monde Diplomatique, dans lequel une double page enquête sur l'obésité mondiale, un sujet mystérieux, auquel je réfléchis souvent.
Arrivée à Lisbonne, dans le métro, face à moi une femme obèse se tient assise. Elle porte au poignet un bracelet en caoutchouc Coca-Cola.
Quelques stations plus tard, une adolescente (ou était-ce une jeune femme ?) prend place sur l'autre banquette.
Je remarque son très beau visage, comme sorti d'une bd de Pichard. Je pense aux corps rebondis de ces personnages de mon enfance, leurs seins, leurs culs, leurs bouches, qui me faisaient un peu peur.
Au lieu d'interpréter son corps comme celui d'une presque obèse, ou disons : en surpoids, ne peut-on la voir plutôt comme l'une de ces créatures ?
Je détaille ses vêtements, cherchant à y déceler les atours d'une séductrice. Un t-shirt orange, un caleçon plissant sur ses chevilles, et plus haut, posée sur ses genoux, une banane réfrigérante estampillée Danone.
Arrivée à destination, tout à la ramification habituelle de mes pensées, je cherche la correspondance.
Confrontée au choix entre la file d'attente pour l'escalator géant et d'interminables marches, la femme au bracelet Coca-Cola a préféré l'ascenseur, et elle nous double d'un air satisfait.
Je croyais arriver à Lisbonne en terre européenne, en fruits, en légumes.
Mais mes premiers regards sont pris entre les cuisses grasses, écrasées sur les bancs de bois d'adolescentes triturant des portables, des canettes gazeuses posées comme des accessoires à leurs côtés.
A la fin, que voulais-je dire avec cette idée qu'ici aussi, "c'était l'Amérique" ?
Sur le quai de la gare routière enfin atteinte, un couple de jeunes Allemands blonds, la graisse moulée en t-shirts kaki et shorts, piercings.
– Obèses et piercings – "c'était l'Amérique", au fond que cela voulait-il dire ?
Perplexe face aux mouvements du monde, comme souvent, ou comme toujours, j'écrivais ceci en me disant que décidément, je devrais étudier un peu avant de voyager.
Sur ce, j'embarquais avec bonheur pour quatre heures de route en direction du Sud, quatre heures à boire du regard les lieux, les gens, la lumière.
Mais au moment du départ, une femme se précipite dans le bus, son enfant sur la hanche.
La peau bronzée, son visage aux traits réguliers, ses yeux verts ou gris, d'une couleur intermédiaire, son corps pulpeux et ferme, elle s'enfonce dans un siège, son petit garçon emporté contre son ventre et ses cuisses.
Sa robe à bretelles en soie turquoise épouse absolument chaque once de chair, là où elle est censée la recouvrir, laissant voir la ligne de ses bas, à mi-cuisse.
Fascinée, je ne peux détourner mes yeux. Marilyn n'a qu'à bien se tenir, revoilà Pichard !
Son enfant, pouce en bouche, fouille dans son décolleté et y trouve la pointe de son sein. Elle caresse son front et enveloppe son petit corps du sien.
Il me regarde d'un oeil avant de sombrer totalement dans son nirvana.
A la dernière minute, je suis passée de l'Amérique en surpoids à l'enfance de Fellini.
Derrière elle, un homme âgé mange des fruits de la passion.
La femme à la robe de soie turquoise chante pendant le sommeil de son garçon, à voix basse, des chants gitans.
Puis elle réveille son enfant et l'enveloppe de mille gestes, anticipant et forçant toutes les intentions. Elle décide tout.
L'enfant semble parfaitement adapté à ses mouvements.
Devant moi un autre enfant, en surpoids, joue avec son père.
A l'entrée dans une ville, le bus ralenti, prépare son arrêt.
La gitane libère ses cheveux châtains.
There I go singing out loud on my bicycle chasing after the new Michel Houellebecq's novel, coming out today in France, but here ?, so that tomorrow I can treat myself with a day of pure lecture, because 9/9, day of my birthday.
The local main shop, Dussmann, informs me with a typical German courtesy, that it is not in their house that I will find what I am seeking for.
Really really disappointed, I decide to go a little bit further, to the Galeries Lafayettes, where one can find in the labyrinthine lower ground floor slightly beyond the Poilâne bread and the macarons a space "Librairie Française".
The bookseller welcomes me straight on with a French Bonjour, and a conversation starts on the subject.
The boxes sent by the publisher will not be there before the end of the week.
I knew him a bit, Michel Houellebecq.
Ah, I have been told he takes a shower only once a week.
Some great writers were really dirty, I'll say even stinking ; when I was working at the Opera Garnier's library I could see pictures, the white collar Bam a bit of white chalk and there you go ; the hands filthy.
We already read it, the novel, it is not so bad, [Is it funny ? I want/need it to be funny], we received our copy last week.
Ah, couldn't I buy it from you, your copy ?
Ben, my colleague has it.
Couldn't I buy it from her tomorrow, the copy ?
She went sick for a week.
When you are writing you are sensitive to your own web of associations. Sometimes you hear this in somebody else, who moves you totally.
"And the neck soaking in the fresh blue watercress".
"The fresh blue watercress", this one was really good.
Rimbaud, he's worth particularly for his lightning sentences, you need just one and it turns a whole poem, from boredom we switch abruptly to the sublime. Take Les Ponts : "A white ray, falling from the height of the sky, wipes out this sham". The poem got off to a bad start but he finished it off, and how !
I reckon Houellebecq's success in Germany is because of his translator. He made him popular in the left radical circles, unlike France, by translating for example in Extension du Domaine de la Lutte that psychoanalysis made you antisocial ; while his character doesn't say this, he says that psychoanalysis makes you unable to love.
Yeah no but what's more is that psychoanalysis socialise on the contrary.
Psychoanalysis turned me into an antisocial.
When I listen to some Bach's Cantatas I burst into tears. I keep them for the cold weathers of course.
Do you play music yourself ? So, shall we call my colleague ? She plays the bass.
Salut Poulette, you're in bed ? I'm here with a client, quite peculiar, but nice, who would want to buy you our Houellebecq's copy because tomorrow's her birthday, you're through with it ? OK, I send her to you.
She is ill, I will bring her some organic beetroot juice.
Out on the Mehringdamm supermarket's parking where my fellow bike rests, I see a very big absolutely pink bicycle that I know well. My friend came for lunch to my place today, and now she is shopping while I am heading flat out for the Schöneberg's neighbourhood with beetroot juice in my saddlebags on the tracks of my novel.
Her daughter's backpack stayed in the front pannier. I slide a note in it : it's Alice in Wunderland today, and more with her pink bicycle, a bicycle so quickly unmistakable like this makes you want to have it too. All this in a city eight times bigger than inner Paris.
I am pedalling, heart as a lark, I am passing a very harmonious group of four young men with very long hair, curly, chestnut, similar beards, carrying instruments.
Haupstrasse, twenty minutes of cycling later. Slightly sweating I ring at the door.
It opens, she comes down with my novel.
She holds out my present to me, saying "Happy birthday".
The 9/9, La Carte et le Territoire, will probably proved to be disappointing. But I celebrated it today, earlier instead than/of tomorrow.
Me voilà partie chantant à tue-tête sur mon vélo à la poursuite du nouveau roman de Michel Houellebecq, sorti aujourd'hui en France, mais ici ?, afin de m'offrir demain une journée de pleine lecture, rapport au 9/9, date de mon anniversaire.
La Fnac locale, Dussmann, m'informe avec une amabilité toute allemande, que ce ne sera pas chez eux que je trouverai ce que je cherche.
Vraiment très, très déçue, je décide de me rendre un peu plus loin, aux Galeries Lafayettes, où se trouve dans le sous-sol labyrinthique un peu au delà du pain Poilâne et des macarons un espace librairie française.
Le vendeur m'accueille direct d'un bonjour en français, et s'entame une conversation sur le thème.
Les cartons envoyés par l'éditeur ne seront pas là avant la fin de la semaine.
Je l'ai connu un peu, Michel Houellebecq.
Ah, il paraît qu'il ne prend de douche qu'une fois par semaine.
Certains grand auteurs étaient vraiment sales, voir ils puaient ; quand je travaillais à la bibliothèque de l'Opéra Garnier je voyais des photos, le col blanc vlan y t'y collaient un coup de craie dessus et c'était parti ; les mains dégueulasses.
On l'a lu, nous, le roman, il est pas mal, [Est ce qu'il est drôle ? J'ai envie/besoin qu'il soit drôle], on a reçu notre exemplaire la semaine dernière.
Ah, je pourrais pas vous l'acheter, votre exemplaire à vous ?
Ben, c'est ma collègue qui l'a.
Je pourrais pas lui acheter demain, à elle ?
Elle est en arrêt maladie pour une semaine.
Quand on écrit on est sensibles à notre propre réseau associatif. Parfois on entend ça chez quelqu'un d'autre, qui nous bouleverse.
"Et la nuque baignant dans le frais cresson bleu".
"Le frais cresson bleu", ça c'était bien, ça.
Rimbaud, y vaut notamment pour ses phrases fulgurantes, il suffit d'une et sa renverse tout un poème, de l'ennui on passe brusquement au sublime. Voyez Les Ponts : "Un rayon blanc, tombant du haut du ciel, anéanti cette comédie". Le poème était mal parti, et finalement il est bouclé, et comment !
Le succès de Houellebecq en Allemagne, moi je pense que c'est à cause de son traducteur. Il l'a rendu populaire dans les milieux radicaux de gauche, contrairement à la France, en traduisant par exemple dans Extension du Domaine de la Lutte que la psychanalyse rendait asocial ; alors que son personnage ne dit pas ça, il dit que la psychanalyse rend incapable d'aimer.
Oui non mais en plus la psychanalyse socialise au contraire.
La psychanalyse m'a rendu asociale.
Quand j'écoute certaines Cantates de Bach je fond en larmes. Je les garde pour les temps froids bien sûr.
Vous faites de la musique ? Alors, on appelle ma collègue ? Elle joue de la basse.
Salut Poulette, t'es au lit ? J'ai ici une cliente, assez particulière, mais sympa, qui voudrait te racheter l'exemplaire du dernier Houellebecq parce que demain c'est son anniversaire, tu l'as fini ? OK, je te l'envoie.
Elle est malade, je vais lui apporter du jus de betterave bio.
En sortant, sur le parking du supermarché de Mehringdamm où est garé mon ami vélo, je vois une très grosse bicyclette résolument rose, que je connais bien. Mon amie est venue manger chez moi ce midi, et là elle fait ses courses pendant que je m'apprête à rejoindre le quartier de Schöneberg à toutes berzingues avec du jus de betteraves dans mes sacoches à la poursuite de mon roman.
Le sac à dos de sa petite fille est resté dans le panier à l'avant. Je glisse un mot dedans : c'est Alice in Wunderland aujourd'hui, en plus avec son vélo rose, un vélo reconnaissable aussi vite comme ça qu'on aimerait avoir le même. Tout ça dans une ville huit fois grande comme Paris intra muros.
Je pédale, le cœur comme un pinson, je croise un groupe très harmonieux de quatre jeunes hommes aux cheveux très longs, bouclés, châtains, aux barbes pareilles, portant des instruments.
Hauptstrasse, vingt minutes de vélo plus tard. Un peu transpirante je sonne à la porte.
Elle s'ouvre, elle descend avec mon roman.
Elle me tend mon présent et me dit "Bon anniversaire".
Le 9/9, La Carte et le Territoire, s'avéreront sûrement décevants. Mais je l'ai fêté aujourd'hui, plus tôt que demain.


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El Paso cheerleading community mourning loss of coach, Jason McQuestion, who died in car accident
Maria Cortes Gonzalez
Jason McQuestion, who died in a car accident Sunday, impacted more than 500 young lives as a cheerleading coach.
McQuestion, who started as an athlete in 2013, was a head cheerleading coach for the private gym, Knight Time Cheer, which works with more than 10 elementary, middle and high school teams in El Paso.
"He was always happy and in an upbeat mode. I think the gym was his home. It was where he was the happiest. Even if he didn't have to coach, he loved to be there and would tumble himself," said friend and gym director Jesus Hernandez.
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McQuestion died at the scene early Sunday morning as a result of the massive impact of his Honda Prelude striking a black Hummer H3. Police are still investigating.
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Hernandez said McQuestion was a great coach and someone they counted on to pump them up when needed.
"He was always positive about every kid, no matter the age or skill level. And he was super motivating. Even for the coaches and other teams if it felt hard, he would be the one to hype us up. He was our rock," he said.
The gym is planning a candlelight vigil at 7:45 p.m. today, July 30 at 12295 Rojas. A GoFundMe account has been set up to help the family with funeral expenses.
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Werna Blythe Åkerberg, född Ayer 1 juli 1869 i South Carolina, USA, död 15 november 1952 i Gränna, var en amerikansk-svensk  målare och mosaikkonstnär.

Hon var dotter till en amerikansk general och adopterad av den amerikanska familjen Hamilton. Hon gifte sig 1897 med konstnären Knut Åkerberg. Hon var huvudsakligen verksam som mosaikkonstnär med arbeten i marmor och glas men var även verksam som bildkonstnär. Hon medverkade i några utställningar tillsammans med sin man i Gränna. Åkerberg är representerad vid prins Eugens Waldemarsudde.

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Gig Harbor BoatShop is pleased to accept ownership of historic Skansie-built purse seine vessel Veteran.
BACKGROUND: The Skansie purse seiner Veteran, launched in 1926, is a beautifully restored sample of one of the most recognized and significant vessel designs to have originated from Gig Harbor. One of over 100 purse seiners constructed during the 1920s and 1930s at the Skansie Ship Building Company, Veteran and her sister ships were widely recognized as the state-of-the-art purse seiners of their day. Veteran and sister ship Avalon were retained and operated by the Skansie family which, like many Gig Harbor pioneer families, commercially fished for salmon and bottom fish in the waters of Washington State. The Veteran has been carefully maintained to preserve the original design and character and is still able to participate in today's commercial salmon fishery. Veteran was donated to the Gig Harbor BoatShop in 2017.
WHY THE VETERAN? The Veteran represents much more than a fishing vessel. It is a rare working example of living cultural heritage that has shaped the landscapes and ways of life of Puget Sound communities, including Gig Harbor. Working waterfront activities such as boatbuilding, boat repair, and commercial fishing play a strong role in our region's history, and these maritime trades continue to impact our community today economically and culturally. The Veteran represents an extraordinary placemaking opportunity to capture the varied and diverse issues and impacts surrounding a commercial fishing vessel with strong historic ties to Gig Harbor and Puget Sound by turning it into a public resource that is available to all.
Because we interpret and operate a working boatyard and have expertise in boatbuilding, boat repair, commercial fishing, and other on-the-water uses, Gig Harbor BoatShop is uniquely suited to owning, operating, and maintaining the 62-foot purse seiner. The BoatShop will utilize the Veteran to carry out its mission and vision through a flexible, accessible, and mobile programming venue - designed to share a local cultural icon and occupational traditions of commercial fishing and boatbuilding with the public.
WHAT WILL THE VETERAN DO? Gig Harbor BoatShop views the Veteran as a community resource. We provide public access to the Veteran through educational and experiential programming.
The BoatShop utilizes licensed captains including experienced seine skippers and a passionate and talented Veteran management team. Veteran programming may be financially supported through fundraising, through program income, and potentially with proceeds from commercial fishing.
HOW CAN I GET INVOLVED? Own a piece of history and become a Friend of the Veteran, a charter group formed to support the Veteran and her programming. Friends of the Veteran members will enjoy benefits such as a complimentary excursion aboard Veteran, Veteran apparel, and opportunities to volunteer and serve on board. Click here to learn more.
WHAT'S NEXT? Beginning in September 2017, a variety of educational and experiential programming will be offered aboard Veteran. Click on the Veteran tab at the top of the page to view current offerings.


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Outpatient Family Med | Monterey, CA - Coastal | 325k Base Salary|JO-2211-7845
Assistant/Associate Professor of Counselor Education, tenure track
Montana State University-Northern
Havre, Montana
Internal Number: JO-2211-7845
A thriving multi-specialty group two hours south of San Francisco in Monterey, CA is seeking BE/BC Family Medicine physician to join their staff as an outpatient clinician. Join a large team of other primary care physicians who practice in modern, state-of-the-art clinical space. The practice has need to add another physician to help meet surging patient demand due to the growing community.
The group's primary care physicians practice within an NCQA Level III certified Patient Center Medical Home environment with incredible support staff embedded within, including board certified psychiatrists.
The Position:
The position consists of 4.5 days seeing patients with a protected 0.5 days of administrative time.
$325,000 Base Salary with upside via wRVU production incentives
18- 20 patients per day
Large on-boarding package at signing of up to one year's salary for Housing Assistance, Relocation, or Loan Repayment (for eligible applicants)
Productivity Bonus Included - Unlimited Earning Potential via wRVU productivity.
Benefits Covered at 100%: Health, Life, Vacation, and 401k (4% Match)
The practice is located two hours south of San Francisco right on the Pacific Ocean
Monterey's rich history boasts 20 world-class golf courses, one of the world's most spectacular aquariums, unique variety of shops and galleries and a spectacular assortment of parks and natural areas combine to provide a truly unrivaled place to live and raise a family.
Unbeatable climate - Enjoy an incredible climate where average high temperatures range from 58 degrees to 69 degrees year round.
Enjoy a slower pace of life by avoiding the California traffic and California cost of living - Housing costs 65% of what it would be in San Francisco according to Sperling's
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Jackson Physician Search is a leader in the permanent recruitment of physicians and advanced practice providers to hospitals and health systems across the United States. We have been recognized for our track record of results built on our clients' trust in the talent of our team and the transparency of our process and fee structure. Partnering with us means you'll be working with recruitment professionals who remain laser-focused on our mission of bringing physicians and healthcare organizations together to improve the lives of patients, families, and communities. As one of Modern Healthcare's Best Places to Work in Healthcare, we attract and retain the most talented and motivated recruitment professionals in the industry. Jackson Physician Search is part of the growing family of Jackson Healthcare companies.
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Retrofitting Rochester: Noyes House
Emily Morry
Long before the corner of Alexander Street and Gardiner Park was the site of a commercial building, the intersection housed the residence of Brig. Gen. Henry Taylor Noyes.
Noyes, a Yates County native, moved to the Alexander Street abode in 1887. Before coming to Rochester, he had been a teacher, a surveyor and a student at the Columbia School of Law. He also led a distinguished military career. Enlisting in the Union Army in 1862, Noyes rapidly moved up the ranks during the Civil War.
By 1864, he was commissioned an officer of Company S of the 38th U.S. Colored Infantry Regiment, an African-American unit that fought in Virginia. He was mustered out of the unit by year's end, and retired three decades later as a brigadier general.
He passed away in 1903 at the age of 65 following a long illness. The house then became the property of his namesake son, Henry T. Noyes Jr., who headed a lucrative button manufacturing and exporting company, Art-In-Buttons.
Noyes relocated to Park Avenue in 1928, and his family homestead was torn down the following year to make way for the new Medical Arts Building.
Designed by the renowned firm of Gordon and Kaelber, that 10-story edifice became one of the city's finest examples of Art Deco architecture. The building's exterior design reflected its interior function, incorporating a caduceus — the symbol of the medical profession — in its sculptural relief. The central staff in the relief was meant to resemble that carried by Mercury, the Roman god associated with science and commerce.
For several decades, the visually impressive structure was a nexus of medical professionals, with each floor showcasing the offices of a variety of physicians, surgeons and dentists. The lobby housed a pharmacy as well as an auto repair shop in the rear.
By the late 1960s, an increasing number of doctors had vacated the Alexander Street edifice in favor of suburban or private offices. The building's ground floor meanwhile witnessed a rotating assortment of occupants, including Whelpley and Paul Opticians, Denny's Restaurant, Fun-Time Balloon Company and Checker Cab.
The lobby's most recognizable and consistent tenant of the past 25 years has been the Old Toad, a British pub known for importing both its ales and its staff from the United Kingdom.
Both the Toad and its floor-mate, Shema Sushi, have benefited from the edifice's recent revamping as an energy-efficient facility.
Flower City Management, which bought the Medical Arts Building 14 years ago, launched an environmentally friendly overhaul of the structure in 2004. Upon completion, the building, which now houses both offices and lofts, was the first Rochester edifice registered in the U.S. Green Building Council's Leadership in Energy and Environmental Design (LEED) program of the U.S. Department of Energy.
Among the Medical Arts Building's green features are a "living roof" laden with dirt and plants for insulation purposes, carpeting made from recycled materials, nonpolluting lights and a geothermal system that uses the temperature of the Earth to heat and cool the edifice.
Quite fittingly, the building that was originally founded as a scientific center now exhibits the power of modern science from its foundation to its form.
Emily Morry, a historical researcher in the City Historian's Office, completed a Ph.D. in American history at the University of Rochester in 2012.
To see more historic images, visit the Monroe County Library System's Rochester Images database.
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What is the first thing that came into your mind, when you see an ultrasonic-sensor?
Those look like eyes. Don't they?
So based on that i've build a little Robot made from Aluminium, Wood and some basic electronics.
This cute guy was a present. The idead behind it was to give away my heart(beat).
Want to build one? Well ... some parts are hard to get hands on, but if you live in europe, you could have luck.
And, if you can't find it, just ask me.
The body and head are made from aluminium-profile. It's 40/40 an 35/35mm.
The head needs to be bigger than the body to get a better "kindchenschema".
Big Head, Big Eyes etc ... just Baby-like.
Eyebrows are made from desoldering-copper.
Eyes are LEDs in an ultrasonic-sensor.
One more pink LED for the heart.
Those little screws in the body are allen screws.
Arms are from Road-Signs. Yeah, those will be the hardest part to find, i know. We use them as endcaps in steetsigns for bikeroutes.
Old USB-ports for the feets.
Screws, screw-topcover-threads (for good looking), some wood, glue, hotglue.
One Arduino, some wire and 3 resistors.
Get an ultrasonicsensor to destroy it.
Then desolder the points und pull the aluminiumbody off. Dismantle the parts.
Push your LED through it and glue the parts.
It's not easy to get it right at the first time. But those sensors are quite cheap.
Drill two tiny holes and push some wire/wick through and get some solder on it.
Cut a piece of copper-desolder and press it on your solderfull-wick.
The solder should melt and the copper should get stuck.
You need a high temperature, because the aluminium-head is a good thermal conductor.
You need to drill big holes for the eyes. I've used a sinker (german: senker), which gives it a nice look.
A piece of wood, which just fits into the head. I drilled small holes to route the wires, but that wasn't my best idea. Drill a bigger one. That will make things easier, i think.
I've drilled three tiny holes. You can drill whatever you want.
They are filled with hot-glue, to get a smooth light.
Those four allen srews are just decorative. Not needed, but looking good.
As said, i took those from streetsigns. But take whatever you have.
Don't make a shoulder joint. Screw it more in the middle.
The head and the body are mounted with a little screw which joints into the wood in the head.
Wires need to get out in the back.
One more screw in the bottom helps to fix everything.
Those USBs are from an old PC and just glued to the bottom.
I'm using doublesided duct tape from 3M.
The cap on the left is just for a better stand.
In picture 2 you see a "topcover - thread". I got mine from "wolk direct".
You don't need them, but they help.
You can sink your drilled holes. I didn't have much luck with that, because the aluminium is just 1mm.
I have choosen pin 9 and 10 for the eyes and pin 7 for the heart.
So you need two resistors at pin 9 and 10.
I wanted them to be outsides, just to have a more interesting look.
The last resistor for the heart is inside the body.
I don't have any pictures of the way i wired the inner parts. But you have to play around with this part anyways.
You can always dismantle the most parts.
And as mentioned in the beginnig, i would be glad if you vote for this little guy.
Although this contains so much reclaimed materials, it looks like all parts were made for just for this purpose. For the overall cuteness-factor the eyebrows play a massive role, solder wick is just perfect choice for this.


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Komagatake x Chichibu 'Malt Duo' Blended Whisky 700mL
Blended Japanese Malt Whisky • A blend of minimum-5-year-old Ichiro's Malt, distilled in Chichibu and aged at Mars Shinshu Distillery, and Mars Komagatake that has also been aged for a minimum of 5 years; this blend is just over 50% Mars distillate • Maturation took place in ex-bourbon, sherry, and American white oak casks • On the nose, a touch of citrus, green plum, and brown sugar lay the groundwork for a complementary palate of cocoa, vanilla, and a hint of tobacco. The finish lingers with a surprisingly soft mouth feel for the proof. • 54% ABV • A US Release of 1170 bottles • An unapparelled collaboration between two of Japan's most iconic whisky distilleries, Hombo Shuzo & Venture Whisky. With the pursuit of new possibilities in mind, pot distilled new make was exchanged by each distillery in April 2015. Unlike in Scotland where trading distillate is common practice, this was a first in the 100-year history of Japanese whisky production.


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First study investigating possible link between sunscreen ingredient and endometriosis
This release is also available in Chinese on EurekAlert! Chinese.
Scientists are reporting a possible link between the use of sunscreen containing a certain ingredient that mimics the effects of the female sex hormone estrogen and an increased risk of being diagnosed with endometriosis, a painful condition in which uterine tissue grows outside the uterus. They describe the report, published in ACS' journal Environmental Science & Technology, as the first to examine whether such a connection may exist.
Kurunthachalam Kannan and colleagues explain that some sunscreens and other personal care products contain benzophenone (BP)-type ingredients that are very effective in blocking potentially harmful ultraviolet rays from the sun. Small amounts of BPs can pass through the skin and be absorbed into the blood, where they mimic the effects of estrogen. Endometriosis, which affects up to 1-in-10 women of reproductive age, needs estrogen to develop. Despite those facts, scientists until now had not checked for a connection between the use of BP sunscreens and the likelihood of being diagnosed with endometriosis.
To fill that knowledge gap, the scientists analyzed BP levels in the urine of 625 women who underwent surgery for endometriosis. They found that high levels of one BP called 2,4OH-BP were associated with an increased risk of an endometriosis diagnosis. Women tended to have higher levels of BPs during the summer months and if they lived in sunny California, further suggesting a link with sunscreens. "Our results invite the speculation that exposure to elevated 2,4OH-BP levels may be associated with endometriosis," say the researchers.
The researchers acknowledge funding from the Intramural Research Program, Eunice Kennedy Shriver National Institute of Child Health and Human Development, National Institutes of Health.
The American Chemical Society is a nonprofit organization chartered by the U.S. Congress. With more than 164,000 members, ACS is the world's largest scientific society and a global leader in providing access to chemistry-related research through its multiple databases, peer-reviewed journals and scientific conferences. Its main offices are in Washington, D.C., and Columbus, Ohio.
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Utility Companies Rely on AI Support
AI companies like Autogrid and Innowatts are helping power companies avoid brownouts during great shifts in demand. (Source: Autogrid video)
High Demand Shifts on Electrical Grid Balanced with AI Programs
Utility companies are depending more on AI and machine learning to adapt to the COVID-19 world by adjusting windfalls and fluctuations faster as demand moves into homes and away from office buildings, according to a venturebeat.com story.
At least two major programs, Innowatts and Autogrid, are assisting dozens of utility companies in making sure that brown-outs and blackouts don't interrupt service as demand shoots up in suburban areas.
Innowatts, a startup developing an automated toolkit for energy monitoring and management, has numerous major U.S. utility companies as customers and uses data from its eUtility platform from over 34 million smart energy meters.
Innowwatts told VentureBeat that it observed "dramatic" shifts in energy usage between the first and fourth weeks of March. In the Northeast, "non-essential" retailers like salons, clothing shops, and dry cleaners were using only 35% as much energy toward the end of the month (after shelter-in-place orders were enacted) versus the beginning of the month, while restaurants (excepting pizza chains) were using only 28%. In Texas, conversely, storage facilities were using 142% as much energy in the fourth week compared with the first.
The program effectively predicted and dealt with redistributing power as needed.
Autogrid works with over 50 customers in 10 countries — including Energy Australia, Florida Power & Light, and Southern California Edison — to deliver AI-driven power usage insights. "Its platform makes 10 million predictions every 10 minutes and optimizes over 50 megawatts of power, which is enough to supply the average suburb."
The software ingests, stores and manages petabytes of data from trillions of endpoints using data science, machine learning, and network optimization algorithms to adjust for supply and demand patterns.
Autogrid CEO Dr. Amit Narayan told VentureBeat that the COVID-19 crisis has heavily shifted daily power distribution in California, where it's having a "significant" downward impact on hourly prices in the energy market. He says that Autogrid has also heard from customers about transformer failures in some regions due to overloaded circuits, which he expects will become a problem in heavily residential and saturated load areas during the summer months (when air conditioning usage goes up).
Narayan said he expects greater demand due to air conditioning needs during the summer, which could make the service even more taxed, particularly since the grid hasn't recovered completely from the Pacific Gas & Electric fire disaster of last year, in which outages were part of daily life.
Both executives say the AI programs are crucial to keeping electricity flowing to everyone who needs it.
"During these turbulent times, AI-based load forecasting gives energy providers the ability to … develop informed, data-driven strategies for future success," Innowwatts CEO Sid Sachdeva told VentureBeat. "With utilities and energy retailers seeing a once-in-a-lifetime 30%-plus drop in commercial energy consumption, accurate forecasting has never been more important. Without AI tools, utilities would see their forecasts swing wildly, leading to inaccuracies of 20% or more, placing an enormous strain on their operations and ultimately driving up costs for businesses and consumers."
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Pervez Musharraf is the former President of Pakistan. He occupied what TIME Magazine described as ''the most dangerous job in the world,'' playing a crucial role in fighting the global war on terrorism. He played this role with incredible courage surviving more than a few assassination attempts and he still remains a target by al-Qaeda, Taliban and several militant organizations like Lashkar-e-Toiba (LeT).
During his time as President, he was a reliable U.S. partner in fighting terrorism. He promoted enlightened moderation, empowered women, catalyzed economic growth and entrepreneurship, unlocked freedom of expression, made strides to foster permanent peace with India, tried to build consensus in the middle-east and restored democracy and civilian rule by holding free and fair elections in 2008.
In October 2010, Pervez Musharraf launched his own political party in Pakistan called All Pakistan Muslim League (APML) and has declared his intention to run for high public office in the next elections in Pakistan currently scheduled for May 11th, 2013. General Musharraf has ended his self-imposed exile on March 24th, 2013 and currently resides in his farm house in Chak Shahzad near Islamabad, Pakistan. .
In a survey conducted by Arthur Finkelstein and Associates in April 2011, the people of Pakistan viewed General Musharraf as a strong and intelligent leader.


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William Wakefield Baum, né le  à Dallas dans le Texas, mort le  à Washington (District de Columbia), est un  cardinal américain, pénitencier majeur émérite à partir de 2001.

Biographie

Prêtre

William Wakefield Baum a été ordonné prêtre le  pour le diocèse de Kansas City dans le Missouri. Il partage alors son ministère sacerdotal entre sa charge de curé de paroisse et l'enseignement de la théologie et de l'histoire de l'Église dans un collège.

En 1956, il est envoyé à Rome pour compléter ses études et il obtient un doctorat en théologie à l'Université pontificale Saint-Thomas-d'Aquin (Angelicum).

Durant le concile Vatican II, il retourne à Rome comme expert sur la question de l'unité des chrétiens.

Après le concile, il reste mobilisé sur la question de l'œcuménisme, tout en étant chancelier de son diocèse.

Évêque

Nommé évêque de Springfield-Cape Girardeau dans le Missouri le , il est consacré le  suivant par le cardinal John Joseph Carberry. Le , il devient archevêque de Washington.

Il est ensuite appelé à la Curie romaine, comme préfet de la Congrégation pour l'éducation catholique le , puis comme pénitencier majeur le .

Il se retire pour raison d'âge le .

Cardinal
Il est créé cardinal par le pape Paul VI lors du consistoire du  avec le titre de cardinal-prêtre de S. Croce in via Flaminia. Il participe successivement aux conclaves d'août 1978 (élection de Jean-Paul Ier), d'octobre 1978 (élection de Jean-Paul II) et de 2005 (élection de Benoît XVI).

Avec l'élection de Benoît XVI comme pape le , suivie par la mort du cardinal philippin Jaime Sin le , il devient le dernier cardinal créé par Paul VI à maintenir ses droits de vote lors d'un conclave. Il atteint l'âge de 80 ans le , ce qui l'empêche de participer au conclave de 2013 (élection de François). Tous les cardinaux qui pouvaient voter à ce dernier conclave avaient été créés par Jean-Paul II et Benoît XVI.

Le , il devient le cardinal de nationalité américaine ayant eu le plus long cardinalat, en dépassant le cardinal James Gibbons. À son décès le , la durée de son cardinalat est de plus de 39 ans et 60 jours. Il était aussi l'un des trois derniers cardinaux en vie nommés par Paul VI, avec le cardinal brésilien Paulo Evaristo Arns et l'Allemand Joseph Ratzinger, devenu le pape Benoît XVI.

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Articles connexes
 Composition actuelle du Collège cardinalice
 Liste des cardinaux créés par Paul VI

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Naissance en novembre 1926
Naissance à Dallas
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Am Timan (Arabisch: أم تيمان) is een stad in Tsjaad en de hoofdstad van de provincie Salamat. Am Timan, dat op een hoogte van ruim 400 meter boven zeeniveau ligt, staat in Tsjaad ook bekend als Dabengat. In het Arabisch betekent de naam "moeder van tweeling," omdat in die plaats ooit een buffel twee kalveren tegelijk kreeg. Als hoofdstad heeft het een verzorgende functie voor de steden en dorpen in de omgeving, en voor het Zakuma nationaal park. De stad beschikt over diverse scholen, een kliniek en een dagelijkse markt. Tijdens de burgeroorlog (1965-1996) werden vlak buiten de stad een katoenplantage en een -verwerkingsbedrijf verwoest.

De onverharde luchthaven werd door het Franse vreemdelingenlegioen in 1971 opgeknapt om militaire transporten mogelijk te maken. In die tijd was vrijwel alleen vervoer door de lucht mogelijk om opstandelingen te kunnen bestrijden.

Het droge seizoen duurt zeven maanden per jaar; in die periode wordt waterschaarste een toenemend probleem. Watervoorraden in aquifers worden bereikt door steeds dieper in de bedding van de Bahr Salamat-rivier, een zijrivier van de Chari-rivier, te graven. Als de regens beginnen, gaat de rivier weer stromen. De gemeente ligt in een Ramsar-gebied, de Plaines d'inondation des Bahr Aouk et Salamat (overstromingsgebied), dat een van de grootste beschermde gebieden van deze soort ter wereld is.

Op 23 oktober 2006 werd de verovering van de stad geclaimd door het Verenigd Democratisch Front, bestaande uit drie rebellengroepen. De regering bestreed de claim.

Wegens de nabijheid van het Conflict in Darfur  was Am Timan tussen 2003 en 2012 een aankomstpunt voor vluchtelingen.

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Photographer and architecture graduate Lisa Cassidy spots the "beautiful, interesting, important or strange" in Dublin's buildings and public spaces.
WHEN YOU'RE WALKING around Dublin, do you ever look up and spot an unexpectedly decorative panel or an old shop sign, writing faded but still giving a hint to a building's former use?
Architecture graduate Lisa Cassidy has made it her business to notice the hidden architectural gems in the capital city or as she puts it on her site, BuiltDublin.com, "the things that are beautiful, interesting important or strange in Dublin's built environment". Cassidy photographs her discoveries and posts them on the site for everyone to enjoy and share.
Cassidy grew up in Dundrum but spent a lot of time in Rathmines with her grandparents as a child where they would point out little quirks and Victorian touches on the red-brick buildings that typify the Dublin 6 enclave.
Dublin is an easy city to walk around because of its size, says Cassidy, "and it is very safe and heavily used". She was at a talk recently where someone mentioned that there should be a way to reclaim areas that are beautifully designed and executed, like the Liffey Boardwalk, but the way it is then used after completion is not what had been envisaged. The speaker said that "it is our responsibility to start using it" and reclaim it bit-by-bit from anti-social behaviour.
"Since I heard that, I have been using the boardwalk a lot more – and I love it there," says Cassidy.
Here are some of the buildings and architectural details that Cassidy features on her site. Go to BuiltDublin.com to see and read more.
(All images and words in the slideshow are kindly supplied by Lisa Cassidy).
This is a little brick kiosk at the junction of Adelaide Road and Leeson Street. It was designed by Michael Moynihan (who also did the public toilets at St. Stephen's Green) in 1929 as a water pressure station, public toilets and kiosk, and it's currently home to a small cafe. The masonry (brickwork) is good, well-maintained and has visual interest like the 45º chevron pattern on parts of the two long elevations (or sides). The parapet – the stone extension of the wall that continues above the roof – has the city's coat of arms displayed on it. Built for such a utilitarian purpose, the building itself is jaunty and pleasing to look at even without the striped cafe awnings and hanging baskets.
The most beautiful part of Dublin Airport happens to be its best-kept secret. It's somewhat hidden, tucked behind the Terminal 1 car park in the airport's current configuration, but once you get inside the open-air atrium in front of the church, you're as far removed from duty-free shopping and incoherently loud passenger announcements as could be.
The Iveagh Buildings were developed by Edward Cecil Guinness, the first Earl of Iveagh, to provide housing and amenities for the city's working poor. Edward was a great-grandson of Arthur Guinness, founder of the brewery and namesake of a bizarrely all-consuming annual advertising campaign, and his philanthropy in Dublin and London was intended for the public good. Dublin's tenements were notoriously overcrowded and unsanitary at the beginning of the 20th century. Today, the Iveagh Trust is still active in Dublin as a charity focused on housing, as well as running a homeless hostel.
Sitting on the seafront by a major junction in Clontarf, the utility building is a curious, closed object. It was designed by De Paor Architects and completed in 2003, part of a programme of works by Dublin City Council and the Royal Institute of the Architects of Ireland to rationalise and densify Clontarf village. The building provides a new home for the dilapidated pumping station that had been on the site, and also accommodates an electrical substation and a store for the Parks Department. According to the architect, the angular form of the building is expressing each of these three hidden functions – I'm not sure about that, but it's certainly beautiful and dramatic as well as functional.
Tucked by the side of the lake on the approach to O'Reilly Hall, the extension to the Virus Reference Laboratory is on a tight site between the existing Laboratory and the 19th century Ardmore House on UCD's main campus at Belfield. It's one of the good contemporary additions to the campus, completed in 2003 by McCullough Mulvin Architects. From the lake, it's slightly elevated and perching like a pavilion on a small slope with steps leading up to the entrance, where a timber-clad arm reaches back to make a corridor to the existing building and shields a Japanese-style garden from view.
These two shopfronts are in a terrace of fairly ordinary, small, local shops on Errigal Road near the junction with Drimnagh Road. CONROY is a butcher's, with its small cursive sign on a darker patch of tiles in the larger blue-with-a-bit-of-brown scheme, nearly aligned with the shop window below. K. DOYLE is a greengrocer's, with its lettering set on a mint green band over the lower black tiles. Though both are eye-catching, it would be hard to beat the crispness of the mint/black grid. Yum.
This is one of the most lovely shopfronts in Dublin, but if you're not in the market for bibles or related gifts, it might not be a place you've stopped to admire the windows. 41 Dawson Street is home to the National Bible Society of Ireland and their bookshop, Bestseller. G.P. Beater made alterations to the building in the 1920s for the Hibernian Bible Society, so the tenants have a long history with the building. The two central panes of the window curve inwards to make a recessed entrance, where there's a mosaic monogram for the Society set into the paving like a welcome mat. 'Bible House' is carved into the door's surround, naming the building, and it's one of the little details I'd missed before I stopped right outside. Up above the entrance, there's stained glass with an art nouveau influence to it, throwing colour down on the window display when the sun shines through.
These flat blocks by Dublin Corporation (now Dublin City Council) were a standard design which can be seen all around the city – the distinctive roof profile is a giveaway, as is the attached stair core with its round plan and lozenge-shaped windows. A few have abstract mosaic patterns on the balcony, but the ones at Lower Kevin Street and North William Street have extraordinary images like pixel portraits.
Geometric pattern on the undercroft of Wilton Park House, just off the canal near Baggot Street. The building was completed in 1984 (after a complicated history), by Tyndall Hogan Hurley, and it's quite sober and serious, clad in granite and stainless steel panels…until the burst of colour hidden above the entrances comes into view.
Huge, tentacular hinges on a mews access door on Upper Lad Lane. They're ridiculous and must make opening the door a delight every time.
Wynnefield Road is kind of a surprise. It's just off the junction between Rathmines Road and Castlewood Avenue, near the post office, Tesco and Swan Centre, but as it's at a slight angle to Rathmines Road, it can look like little more than the side of Slattery's pub and then nothing. I'm a big fan of Slattery's from any side, but the street also offers a small row of shops including good Lebanese and Palestinian food, as well as the decorated chimney of the former Trustee Savings Bank on the corner. Above the roofline of the shops, there are a series of gabled dormer windows with timber fronts. In various states of disrepair and weathering, they run through a spectrum of greens, from a yellowy sap green to nearly blue.
Like a precursor to WordArt, the sign on the gable of The Hill pub in Ranelagh mimics the pitch of the roof.
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In Memphis's poorest neighborhood, women work to achieve sustainable self-sufficiency
Ashley Brantley Apr. 21, 2017
Numbers tell the story:
In the 38126 ZIP code, six of every 10 people live in poverty, and for children, that increases to nearly eight in 10.
17,000 women and children use WFGM's services each year
Circumstances that dire often create a world where survival is your only goal, says Ruby Bright, executive director and chief administrative officer of the Women's Foundation for a Greater Memphis (WFGM). And that perpetuates the cycle of intergenerational poverty.
WFGM tackles poverty using the nationally recognized two-generation approach, focusing on programs that help mother and child understand and achieve economic stability.
Still, it can be hard to focus on programs designed to help when you lack basic life necessities, Bright says.
"When a mother's top priority is keeping a roof over her child's head, personal care falls by the wayside," Bright says. "It's not that she doesn't want a job; it's that she does not see how she can physically and mentally get to that point when meeting basic needs is a challenge."
In such situations, medical care isn't always top of the priority list, Bright says, but neglecting it can cause greater barriers:
If children don't get proper vaccines, they can't start school.
If a mother doesn't have her dental needs addressed, she may be too embarrassed to go on job interviews.
"With the families served in 38126, the barriers are all around them each day," she says. "So the supportive solutions must be all around them, too."
To empower women to create positive pathways to improve their lives, WFGM connects them with classes, resources and organizations that help build knowledge and self-sufficiency.
WFGM partners with and financially supports more than 22 organizations that tackle everything from women's financial literacy to job readiness and leadership development.
Since 1996, WFGM has awarded $17 million to more than 470 programs involving more than 100 local nonprofits
WFGM also works with the Memphis Housing Authority, Urban Strategies Inc. and the Department of Housing and Urban Development to identify women in precarious living situations as possible program candidates. Wraparound services have been proven to have the greatest impact when addressing the massive wealth and wellness discrepancies in the city.
"Back in the '90s, a study of Memphis looked at women and girls and found vast differences across the city," she says.
"In 38126, the average income was less than $5,000 per year, compared to 13 miles away where the income was $80,000.
"People were not making a living wage, and the people affected most were single female heads of household who were also people of color."
The women had a variety of needs:
Finding childcare
Securing services for special needs children
but the common obstacle was always finding and paying for those services.
WFGM supports classes that get women in the door, which starts to build trust and gives them a network of people they can count on.
Someone who's been there
Leslie Shaw took one of those classes in 2005, when her government-subsidized housing was shut down.
Led by Dr. Ruby Payne, the eight-week workshop taught Shaw how to build her resources to create a more prosperous life. Finding the help that she needed inspired her to volunteer and pay it forward for other women in need.
The BlueCross Health Foundation donated $100,000 to WFGM to launch the Vision 2020 Health Ambassador program, which started in 2015 with a strategic plan to reduce poverty by 5% over five years in the 38126 ZIP code.
There are five goals:
Employment training
In 2016, WFGM awarded one-year investments of over $1 million to 22 grantee organizations to support programs provided in 38126 that advance those goals.
Over the next five years, WFGM is committed to investing nearly $10 million to support families in 38126.
"In the area of 38126 you have to have someone who's been there to really understand what these people are going through," she says.
"Having progressed through difficult things, I want to set a good example and let people know we'll help them find what they need.
"As long as you get up every day and hit the ground running, you'll get to the next place."
WFGM's latest goal is to recruit 10 community health ambassadors for the new Vision 2020 Health Ambassador program, in which women will mentor women in the area of health.
The team is already surveying residents about health barriers and plans to use that information to connect people with the services they need most. Peer ambassadorship has proved successful for WFGM in the past — in 2014 they helped 50 families secure childcare using a similar tactic — so they anticipate demand will be high, especially for dental, eye care, and annual exams.
"It's so important to keep people healthy and to deal with problems early so people don't end up in an ER for something that didn't have to become a crisis," Shaw says.
"If you talk to people, they'll tell you what they need, and with a little help, they'll improve on their own."
Photos by Steve Jones
Women's Foundation for a Greater Memphis
www.wfgm.org
The Women's Foundation's goal is to promote economic self-sufficiency for women and families in Memphis.
The Children's Advocacy Center of Hamilton County helps child abuse survivors find help, hope and healing


The FWAB provided to you through our website is a Vote-Print-Mail Ballot System. It presents you with federal level candidate lists associated with your election jurisdiction.
With the FWAB, you cast your vote by candidate or by party. You will be able to point, click and choose your candidates, or choose to leave the ballot blank so that you can write in your candidate choice or the political party.
The FWAB cover sheet is nearly identical to the Voter Registration/Ballot Request form, however it is titled Voter's Declaration/Affirmation - Federal Write-in Absentee Ballot. The OVF system assists you to complete the cover sheet properly, per your state requirements, and provides you with complete instructions.
If you have a Voter Account, you can simply log in and choose to download a Federal Write-in Absentee Ballot. The system will start the new program and pull your already entered data in for you to confirm step-by-step, saving you time on data re-entry. You will be presented with the candidate choice screen.
After completing the data entry, you must Download, Print, Sign and Send in the FWAB to the address provided in the instruction letter. READ the letter.
See associated question: "Are there mailing requiremens for the FWAB?"


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Daniel DeWoskin, Attorney at Law, DeWoskin Law Firm, LLC interviews Douglas Tozzi for the DeKalb Bar News appearing in The Practice Corner: Interview with a Solo Practitioner (October, 2009 Edition).
On March 2, 2010, the Court of Appeals for the State of Georgia affirmed a judgment on a jury verdict that Douglas H. Tozzi obtained on behalf of a prominent Atlanta law firm against one of its former clients in the amount of $671,939.69 as trial counsel in the State Court of Fulton County before Judge Patsy Porter on January 28, 2009.
Douglas H. Tozzi recently completed the training requirement for Georgia arbitrator registration and is now a Registered Neutral in both General Mediation and Arbitration by the Georgia Supreme Court, Office of Dispute Resolution. He is available for mediation and arbitration of every genre of civil litigation.
For more information, or to schedule a mediation or an arbitration please contact us.


One of the perks of being a veterinarian is that people always share interesting stories about their pets. Even strangers I've just met enter into 10-minute monologues as I smile and enjoy their wacky tales. One story in particular reminded me of why the term "man's best friend" came to be. Allow me to share it with you.


1. Confession, I've never actually eaten a salad on it's own. But if I did it would definitely have strawberries in it.
2. This is just so cool. I love origami, even if I'm not very good at it.
3. The beauty tips with rose petals are pretty good!
4. This is a painting! Holy crap.
5. I've started my own cactus collection and I love this arrangement.
7. This is such a good idea. I hate those little sponges so it's nice to find a use for them!
8. I don't know where this is(I think Alaska maybe) but I want to go.
9. This teriyaki chicken looks so good.
10. Not my usual colour scheme but I love the decor of this room.