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Biografia
Ha iniziato la sua carriera di pianista e tastierista a metà anni novanta nei locali jazz di Milano insieme a Alex Baroni e nel quartetto del jazzista Gigi Cifarelli.

Nei primi anni 2000 si trasferisce a Londra dove inizia a lavorare come programmatore e produttore di electro pop ai Metropolis Studios e al PWL Studio.

Nella sua carriera ha ottenuto numerose certificazioni per dischi di platino e d'oro.

Nel 2015 ha prodotto e arrangiato l'album "Adesso" dell'artista salentina Emma Marrone ( doppio platino per oltre  copie vendute ) contenente i singoli "Arriverà l'amore" e "occhi profondi", quest'ultimo registrato e mixato agli Abbey Road Studios, entrambi i brani sono stati certificati doppi dischi di Platino.

Per la stessa artista è stato direttore musicale e tastierista dell "Adesso tour " che è stato premiato nella categoria Premio Tour Platino ai Wind Music Award 2016.

Nel 2016 ha prodotto e arrangiato l'album "Un'altra vita" di Elodie contenente il singolo omonimo . Entrambi sono stati certificati dischi d'Oro. Nello stesso album appare anche come autore e produttore del brano "Amore Avrai" presentato nella finale Amici 2016 che ha permesso a Elodie di vincere il premio Premio di puntata - Canzone dell'estate durante la seconda puntata del Summer Festival.

In quello stesso anno ha curato tutta la parte musicale della squadra bianchi del programma Amici di Maria de Filippi e ha prodotto il brano Finalmente Piove scritto da Fabrizio Moro per Valerio Scanu ottenendo il riconoscimento di disco di Platino e presentato al Festival di Saremo 2016 dove ha arrangiato anche il brano Io vivrò (senza te) di Battisti-Mogol, classificandosi secondo al premio "Miglior Cover".

Sempre nel 2016 ha prodotto e arrangiato con Emma Marrone l'album Nottetempo di Antonino Spadaccino e, per Loredana Bertè, il brano Il mio funerale contenuto nell'album Amici non ne ho... ma amiche sì!.

Nel 2017 ha prodotto e arrangiato l'album Tutta colpa mia di Elodie contenente l'omonimo singolo in gara a Sanremo 2017 per il quale ha curato la direzione artistica e l'orchestrazione vincendo il disco d'oro.

Nel 2018 ha prodotto e arrangiato Essere qui, quinto album di studio di Emma Marrone conseguendo la certificazione di disco di Platino e contenente il singolo Mi parli piano certificato oro.

È stato inoltre direttore musicale, pianista e tastierista dei due tour successivi nei quali ha formato la band con Paul Turner (bassista), Derrick Mckenzie, Giorgio Secco, Andrea Montalbano e Roberto Angelini

Ha registrato e mixato inoltre il singolo Love Is Madness dei 30 Seconds to Mars feat. Emma, uscito nel febbraio 2019.

Nel 2019 ha prodotto e arrangiato i brani L'oro del mondo,  Resta per sempre e Il mondo tranne te di Ermal Meta per il vincitore di Amici Alberto Urso contenuti nell'album Il sole ad est che ha debuttato secondo nella classifica Fimi.

Nel 2019 ha prodotto e arrangiato parte dell'album Fortuna di Emma che ha debuttato al primo posto della classifica Fimi.

Nel 2019 ha prodotto e arrangiato l'album Vite private di Marianne Mirage anticipato dal singolo L'amore è finito per cui è stato realizzato un corto con l'attore Marco Giallini presentato al Festival di Venezia 2019.

Nel 2019 e 2020 ha partecipato come pianista e tastierista negli album di Francesco Guccini Note di viaggio - Capitolo 1: venite avanti...  e Note di viaggio - Capitolo 2: non vi succederà niente

Nel 2021 ha collaborato con Mauro Pagani alla realizzazione della colonna sonora del docufilm Una Squadra (Fandango)

Altri artisti con cui ha collaborato come produttore musicista e autore sono Mondo Marcio, Paolo Meneguzzi (3 dischi di platino per le oltre  copie vendute di Lei è), Gemelli DiVersi, Renato Zero, Michele Zarrillo, Two Lines, Go west, Jasmine, Xfactor, Paolo Brera, Cristina D'Avena (album duets disco di platino)

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ERNESTO LA TORMENTA
How strange, that a storm can "organize" itself.
One can't help but picture Ernesto heading to The Container Store when no one is looking, and filling up his cart.
And the fact he can become a tropical depression at the drop of a hat makes him seem, well, almost human.
Not human-human, but Saddam and his seven co-dependents human.
NINE YEARS OF ASHTANGA, THAT'S WHAT
One used to be so funny.
And smart, too.
Wonder what happened....
VEGAN DOES NOT NECESSARILY MEAN HEALTHY
On Saturday my editor-friend and I braved the Dan Ryan construction and drove 175 blocks to visit the south side's new-ish vegan fast-food restaurant. Yes, vegan. It wasn't all that fast, though. But it was definitely food. And good food at that.
A goth girl and her boyfriend were filling up on chili cheese fries, as was a couple with a baby. Like a pair of lab minkeys we smelled theirs and immediately ordered some for ourselves; quite satisfying. We also gorged on tacos, veggie burgers, and chick-less nuggets. Michael Chiklis Nuggets. Eeeew! When we asked the nice young people running the place -- which is a franchise and hosts monthly vegan meet-ups (meat-ups, ha) and weekly movies -- how the food was made, we were told it comes from a "facility." When I asked where this "facility" is located, I was told that all fast food places have them, even McDonald's. Uh, OK. Although we topped our giant meal off with a couple of massive pieces of cake (sugar is vegan, so it was OK), neither of us felt sick or fell into a food coma.
In fact we had so much energy we drove away from Mt. Greenwood via a hilly, winding road -- unheard of in the square, flat gray grid that is Chicago -- called Longwood Drive. The street was lined with tall trees with huge yards and mansions on one side, and regular homes on the other.
We wound up at my friend Carly's cute little yoga studio on 103rd in Beverly, where she has the ultimate reminder for all of us -- especially male ashtangis -- painted on the wall.
TEN NEWSPAPER USES
(AFTER AT LEAST A DOZEN PEOPLE HAVE READ IT):
-Napkin
-Wrapping Paper
-To-Go Container
-Bedding
-Window Cleaner
-Rain Hat
-Plate
-Packing Material
-Popcorn Box
-Seat Cover
from Caca's 2004 Mysore diary
3 REASONS OUR FAILING EYESIGHT SO ALARMS US
From Anthony Lane's August 28 review of Factotum:
"The beautiful joke of "Factotum" is that Dillon is nobility itself. He may also be savage, swiping Taylor off her barstool with a backhand smack, and he is certainly wounded, rising from his bed to throw up and then swig his first beer of the day, yet there is something graven and classical in the brow and bearded chin which speaks of disappointed hauteur; he is like a leftover Roman, beaten up by the places he once aimed to conquer and falling, inch by inch, on his sword. In the words of one onlooker, "You look like you've been around. You look like you've got class." Of all the pretty boys of the nineteen-eighties, Dillon has not just ripened most convincingly; he has discovered that the weatherings of age were exactly what he was waiting for. His racist cop was the best thing in "Crash," and his rescue of Thandie Newton from an upturned car, with the flames crawling closer, has rightly burned a hole in viewers' minds. A sloppy actor would have made the scene redemptive; he would have smiled upon the woman as he dragged her free, and his enfolding hug would have told of lessons learned. Instead, Dillon was aghast, stiffened with something unredeemable, and he clutched at Newton as if he, not she, had been trapped inside the fire.:
From Lane's review of This Film is Not Yet Rated, in the same issue:
"There is an interview with Kimberly Peirce, the director of "Boys Don't Cry," which was initially awarded a tag of NC-17—the mark of the beast, as far as distributors and advertisers are concerned. Of the three reasons given for the decision, the most enigmatic was that when Hilary Swank (disguised as a boy) pleasures Chloë Sevigny, the orgasm of the latter goes on too long. To which the reply must be: How long is too long? Does the notion of a slow train coming, as it were, offend the public sense of due process, and, if so, is that public assumed to be largely and nervously male? Was there something more useful, like ironing or car maintenance, which the M.P.A.A. would prefer Ms. Sevigny to have been doing instead of lying back with cheeks aflame?"
And from an article by William Mullen in today's Chicago Tribune about a 24-year old, 154-pound fish named Bubba that was abandoned (in a bucket) on the steps of the Shedd Aquarium in 1997, survived cancer via surgery and chemo and, despite his dark past and insipid name, was a fine figure of a fish and an inspiration to us all:
"At the time, Bubba was female. Groupers and some other fish may change gender as they mature based on social influences and other factors, and in the mid-1990's, as Bubba grew to become one of the biggest fish at the Shedd, he made the transition from female to male."
Maybe they should have re-dubbed him Bubbo.
HITLER AND INDIA, INDIA AND HITLER*
While in Mysore I wrote a post about P's misconceptions regarding Adolph Hitler (he wanted to be like Hitler, because he had come from the bottom of society and made a name for himself). Since then, P. received an earful from me and some less strident info from Jammu, who made him watch Schindler's List. Turns out he had no idea about the death camps and called it the best movie he'd ever seen.
Apparently during WWII some Indian independence leaders were hoping the Germans would kick so much English ass they'd be forced to quit India. I think they also hoped to enlist their direct aid.
On my second trip to Mysore I took a snap of chalk-white Hitler brand sneakers abandoned in the gangway en route to Aunty's. It didn't turn out.
And of course there are Swastikas everywhere in India, where it remains a sacred symbol.
Now there's this Reuters story about Hitler's Cross restaurant in Bombay; apparently it's causing quite the furor:
India's Hitler-themed restaurant draws fire
Name will 'stay in people's minds,' says Mumbai restaurateur
MUMBAI, India - A new restaurant in India's financial hub, named after Adolf Hitler and promoted with posters showing the German leader and Nazi swastikas, has infuriated the country's small Jewish community.
Hitler's Cross, which opened last week, serves up a wide range of continental fare and a big helping of controversy, thanks to a name the owners say they chose to stand out among hundreds of Mumbai eateries.
"We wanted to be different. This is one name that will stay in people's minds," owner Punit Shablok told Reuters.
"We are not promoting Hitler. But we want to tell people we are different in the way he was different."
But India's remaining Jews — most migrated to Israel and the West over the years — say they are outraged by the gimmick...
For pictures click here. Go here for a full article.
*Taipei had the Prison restaurant with Concentration Camp murals, and Korea had the infamous 1939 Hitler Bar. Venice, CA has has Mao's Kitchen -- which specializes in cheap, tasty Chinese food. No word yet on any Franco, Hirohito, Mussolini, Stalin, Pinochet or Idi Amin-themed eateries.
CHICAGO'S DEVON AVENUE IN THE NEWS
Caca scoops The New York Times. Again.
Neil MacFarquhar's piece in today's paper about Pakistani enclaves in the US is centered on Chicago's Little India, where Saturday's Indian Independence Day parade took place:
CHICAGO, Aug. 18 — The stretch of Devon Avenue in North Chicago also named for Muhammad Ali Jinnah, the founder of Pakistan, seems as if it has been transplanted directly from that country. The shops are packed with traditional wedding finery, and the spice mix in the restaurants' kebabs is just right.
Businesses on Devon Avenue in Chicago, like an Islamic bookstore, attract a large Pakistani clientele.
Similar enclaves in Britain have been under scrutiny since they have proved to be a breeding ground for cells of terrorists, possibly including the 24 men arrested recently as suspects in a plot to blow up airliners flying out of London.
Yet Devon Avenue is in many ways different. Although heavily Pakistani, the street is far more exposed to other cultures than are similar communities in Britain.
Indian Hindus have a significant presence along the roughly one-and-a-half-mile strip of boutiques, whose other half is named for Gandhi. What was a heavily Jewish neighborhood some 20 years ago also includes recent immigrants from Colombia, Mexico and Ukraine, among others....
A FACE FOR RADIO
What is it with Tom Hanks and public radio?
A few months ago he did a call-in celebrity turn on the Chicago-based quiz show "Wait Wait....Don't Tell Me!"
His name was the answer today on the weekly Sunday Puzzle posed by puzzle master Will Shortz on Weekend Edition Sunday. The question was: "Name a well-known person in show business who might be seen at an awards ceremony. Take the first letter of this person's first name, plus this person's last name, in order, from left to right. The letters will spell something this celebrity might SAY at an awards ceremony. Who is the celebrity and what might this person say." The answer: Tom Hanks/Thanks.
This morning the former Bosom Buddies star -- who listens via KTCC in Pasadena -- called in to announce the winner and then stuck around to help her win the quiz. He is quite bright -- and surprisingly wittily, I may add. What they would call a good sport.
And here I was dismissing him as an actor.
I suppose I can still dis(miss) his movies though.
Speaking of Shortz, er, shorts-- This weekend's installment of Selected Shorts includes stories by the late Indian writer R.K. Narayan, whose setting of fictional Malgudi is said to be a stand-in for Mysore.
The full program is:
Elizabeth Cox, "The Third of July," read by Joan Allen
From: Bargains in the Real World: Thirteen Stories (Random House)
R.K. Narayan, "Seventh House," read by Fionnula Flanagan
From: The Grandmother's Tale and Selected Stories (Ecco Press)
Timings are here.
In other radio news: The local station is training another local anchor, who has been tripping over each and every word the entire weekend. Is it that he's legally blind and trying to pass for sighted? A chronic stutterer? Is it the Tourette's? The drink? The pipe? The nerves? Or is it simply that Johnny cannot read? Why oh why do they persist in training people ON THE AIR.
Yet.... I suppose it's not unlike the way in which yoga teachers are made: The regular teacher is desperate to find a sub. No one can do it, so a newly-minted 200-hour trainee is recruited. They go. They show up too early. They falter. They kind of suck. They say "left" instead of "right." They are asked questions they cannot answer. They talk too fast, and too softly. They get winded from talking while they demonstrate the poses. Their sequences are bizarre. They're afraid to touch the students. They wait in fear for one of them to point at them and yell, 'Imposter!" They fart.
They go forth anyway and eventually, hopefully, become good teachers.
But at least their ignominy is witnessed by a limited audience....
ASHTANGA YOGA IS 99 PERCENT PRACTICE....
and one percent Richard Freeman*
The Indian Independence Day Parade took place today -- four days after the fact.
It coincided with the Air and War, er Water Show, in which 'Merica's military might makes pretty patterns and scares ducks over Oak Street Beach.
I loathe the annual weekend-long ad for the military industrial complex.
They begin rehearsing on Thursday at noon, which involves flying directly over my house. It sounds like a war zone -- Iraq anyone? Afghanistan? Beirut? -- and windows rattle and the cat takes cover in the closet...where he's been ever since.
But this year things are different.
This year a pre-show radio broadcast at some beachfront restaurant resulted in the reconciliation of my favorite radio team of all time -- Steve Dahl and Garry Meier.
If you don't know who they are, well, you know who they spawned; Howard Stern and everyone who came after. Whatever innovations you may think they made, S & G, who teamed up in the late 1970's, were there first.
They broke up in 1993, and it was as hard to take as my parents' divorce. I knew both of them and talked to both of them about it (for one of my first post-college published articles, ever) and was utterly devastated.
They haven't really spoken since.
Due to a dispute over a contract (negotiated by his agent-wife) Garry broke up with his most recent partner, the conservative Roe Conn, in 2004. He's been off the air ever since.
Apparently he *just happened* to be eating at the restaurant where Steve was doing the remote, and decided to go over and talk. He stayed for the entire show.
I'm ecstatic. If this can happen, why, anything is possible.
For the Sun-Times' account of things go here.
To hear Friday's show, go to Steve Dahl's website.
Dorian Black and I went to the Indian Independence Day Parade today, since he lives a block away from Chicago's Little India and I'll use any excuse to dress up and have a dosa or two. I'd asked him to wear the blue khadi kurta I had made for him in Mysore, but apparently the pajama pants don't fit properly. So he wore the black and orange print button-down shirt I had made for him instead. I wore the blue outfit you see in my profile picture, complete with bindi, ankle bracelets, bangles, and a flower in my hair. Either my bindi was upside-down or I was pulling it off, because much staring was there... and later a man at the Palestinian bakery asked whether I was Indian or Pakistani.
"Neither," said I, rolling my eyes. "I'm Bangladeshi."
Dorian was using the cane because his hip has been hurting of late. He was not keen to stand around in the cloying humidity listening to the overamplified music with the subcontinental hordes who'd driven in from the suburbs, and I was craving chai. So we went into Sukhadia's Sweets. After getting the chai ($2.79 for two), he pointed to some stools facing the window. "We should sit there," he said. So we sat in the AC and sipped steaming chai and watched the parade. Awesome. We even had our own, nearly-private bathroom.
It was like watching a Cubs game at one of those rooftop clubs -- except the drinks weren't free.
There were green, saffron and white floats for banks and politicians and Muslims and Hindus and Methodists and politicians and banks and airlines and sweet shops and banks and politicians and people from Kerala and Punjab and a Sikh float topped by a large photo of fedora-sporting revolutionary Bhagat Singh.
At one point I heard my friend, the poet and activist Ifti Nasim, announcing something-or-other at the review stand. I ran to the door so I could go out to say hi to him -- and it was locked. I came back inside and noticed that the entire staff had disappeared.
"Oh, they all left to watch the parade," said D.
But when their float came by, it was empty.
And no, I did not dip into the pani puri or Mysore pak while they were gone.
One of the floats was for an upcoming Indian pop concert, and featured a bunch of young hipster guys in sunglasses jumping up and down. Apparently they were dancing. The float was bouncing like crazy, and it looked like it was about to collapse.
"That's a Frankie Goes to Hollywood disaster waiting to happen," I said, referring to FGTH's 1984 concert at Chicago's old Bismarck Theatre, where the crowd danced so hard the floor caved in.
"More like Frankie Goes to Bollywood," said Dorian, without missing a beat.
Maybe we should get our own radio show, too.
*Some background: Guruji is fond of saying that "Yoga is 99 percent practice, one percent theory," and Mr. Freeman is an excellent senior ashtanga teacher who holds many degrees and is incredibly well-versed in yogic philosophy.
One day things were quite slow at the vegetarian restaurant. The all-white, good-looking, been-to-college staff was wearing the regulation t-shirts with the restaurant's name on the front and the aphorism, in large letters, on the back: "Love Animals Don't Eat Them." We were all hardcore vegetarians -- at least back then. It was so slow that the guys in the kitchen were kneading tofu and slicing potatoes to Led Zeppelin, while we in the dining room listened to Tanita Tikaram and peeled mountains of overripe oranges for fresh juice. There's a trick to it that involves five quick cuts and boom! the thing is peeled.
As usual we got to talking about the poor animals and the horrid customers with their food allergies and special requests and the fat, stupid Cubs fans in white shirts that wandered in by accident and the rageaholic boss who made his own twin cry at the Christmas party and the poor animals and so on.
And then, after some time, we took a poll and came to a horrifying realization: Every single person there had been abused as a child.
Every single one of 'em.
Love the animals, sure.
But beat on your issue all you want.
Use a cattle prod if you like.
Go ahead and have sex with 'em, too.
And then refuse to pay for therapy.
Tell them to get a real job.
If that doesn't create a bleeding-heart vegetarian, I don't know what will.
Long years ago we made a tryst with destiny, and now the time comes when we will redeem our pledge, not wholly or in full measure, but very substantially. At the stroke of the midnight hour, when the world sleeps, India will awake to life and freedom. A moment comes, which comes but rarely in history, when we step out from the old to the new, when an age ends and when the soul of a nation, long suppressed, finds utterance .... We end today a period of ill fortune, and India discovers herself again."
-- Jawaharlal Nehru in his Speech on Indian Independence Day, 1947
India became sovereign 59 years ago today -- after nearly 200 years of British rule.
And tomorrow is Pakistani Independence Day.
The British rulers' haste and lack of planning in creating Hindu-majority India and Muslim-majority Pakistan resulted in the bloody period called Partition, when some 14.5 million people crossed the borders between India and Pakistan and communual (religious) violence killed as many as a million people. From Wikipedia: "Based on 1951 Census of displaced persons, 7.226 million Muslims went to Pakistan from India while 7.249 million Hindus and Sikhs moved to India from Pakistan immediately after partition. About 11.2 million or 78% of the population transfer was on the west, with Punjab accounting for most of it; 5.3 million Muslims moved from India to West Punjab in Pakistan, 3.4 million Hindus and Sikhs moved from Pakistan to East Punjab in India; elsewhere in the west 1.2 million moved in each direction to and from Sind. The initial population transfer on the east involved 3.5 million Hindus moving from East Bengal to India and only 0.7 million Muslims moving the other way..Massive violence and slaughter occurred on both sides of the border as the newly formed governments were completely unequipped to deal with migrations of such staggering magnitude. Estimates of the number of deaths vary from two hundred thousand to a million.[1]"
For fine fictional accounts of Partition, there's Salman Rushdie's Booker Award-winning Midnight's Children and Deepa Mehta's 1998 film Earth: 1947 (which stars a very young Aamir Khan and has a rather startling ending). It was made by the director of the controversial films Fire and Water and banned in both India and Pakistan -- which means she probably got a lot of things right.
To learn more about the movement for Indian Independence, go here. (And yes, they do mention Hitler). Or see 2002's The Legend of Bhagat Singh. If your'e still bored, today's Times of India has a roundup of Bollywood types -- a more thoughtful group than, say, Hollywood types -- talking about independence.
Me? I'm celebrating by eating half a loaf of multi-grain bread purchased for Rs 200 ($4) at the new Austrian Bakery on Chicago's north side.
And later I may ride my new saffron-colored bike to Mysore Woodland -- which is open Tuesdays and boasts no fewer than fourteen types of dosas.
If that's not freedom, I don't know what is....
IN THE LAND OF FOUR-STAR ASCETICISM
Today's New York Times travel section carried a halfway decent story about high-end ayurvedic tourism in the south Indian state of Kerala. To check it out go here.
Part of the ayurvedic treatment involves cleansing and detoxing......Which reminds me; every time I eat at a raw foods resturant I get gassy and thirsty and crave ice cream. I have a hard time sleeping and the next day my joints ache and I feel hung over.
The last time I went -- on Wednesday -- I went home and immediately had an elimination round.
And the next day I lost control and farted while teaching.
The raw foods people would probably say I'm detoxing, and to give it a little time.
But I think that some raw foods restaurants, in an effort to make the food taste like it's been cooked, put so much oil, seasoning and spices in it -- and process it so much (kale massaged for 30 minutes?!) -- that it ends up making some of us a little sick.
On the other hand, I had two desserts yesterday and today felt completely spacy, nervous and off balance.
The sugar lobby would probably say I'm toxing, and to give it a little time.
THE EIGHTIES ARE BACK -- AND NOT JUST THE LEGGINGS AND VW RABBIT
They just announced a terror alert in Delhi and Bombay for Indian Independence Day (August 15).
According to an interview with Lebanon / Hezbollah expert Augustus Richard Norton, the Israelis have killed some 20,000 Lebanese civillians over the past 25 years. This includes the over 1,000 that have been offed so far during the current, US-funded war; most, however, died between 1982-84 -- around the time when the Untouchables' song "Lebanon" was released. That tune has been poisoning my brain since I turned on the radio here on July 22 and heard everyone's new pronunciation of "Hez-BOL-lah." Lucky for me I still have that album. On vinyl.
Apart from the humanitarian crisis, there's the massive oil spill in Lebanon caused by the bombing of a power station. It's already over half the size of 1989 's Exxon Valdiz spill -- and no one's cleaning it up.
It's enough to spark one to turn off the radio, turn on the bhajans and make a donation to Doctors Without Borders, which is pretty much the only group administering aid to the refugees despite an Israeli ban on all movement in southern Lebanon.
Fortunately yesterday's "Fresh Air" also included an interview with Over the Edge and Little Darlings star Matt Dillon -- who is smarter than he looks, has a riveting voice, and plays the lead in a new film based on the novel Factotum by Charles Bukowski. The last good Bukowski film was the 1987 Mickey Rourke vehicle Barfly.
In this one, Lili Taylor -- star of 1988's Mystic Pizza -- plays the female lead.
Just like in the times of Reagan, the art (hopefully) improves when the government moves to the right and things look hopeless.
At least there's that.
HEALTH CLUB UPDATE
In my 27 July post I recounted an inane conversation I had with a health club supervisor after I'd been terminated for being out of town for 90 days (when in fact I'd been gone for just 45).
After much research I learnt that my name had disappeared from the computer because it had been eight weeks since I'd punched in. I agreed to be rehired, in order to keep the class, and last Wednesday I filled out all of the requisite paperwork. Then I went home and waited to find out what my new employee number would be, so I could punch in.
In the meantime, in good faith, I've taught two classes "off the clock." The supervisor said he'd put those hours on my next paycheck.
Now this supervisor is on personal leave. So I called the paperwork person today -- to find out what my employee number is, so I can punch in like a *real* employee. But she confessed that she's still sitting on my paperwork. For a week, nothing has happened! Apparently the supervisor told her he'd completed a Request for Rehire Form two weeks ago. Now it turns out this never happened. So she is waiting to hear back from corporate HQ about the form. In the meantime I'm slated to teach tomorrow. I have no employee number and it would be my third class without punching in.
Yet I promised myself I would only teach two classes off the clock. I'd told myself I could do two "volunteer" classes that I may or may not get paid for. But not three.
For the record I've done this type of "not punching in and being paid later" BS at other places, and it has ALWAYS resulted in months of attempts to get them to pay me. Chasing down the pay inevitably turns into a part-time job, and I already have plenty of those.
To complicate things, some friends are getting married during the class tomorrow night. I couldn't find a sub to cover the class. Now I'm flirting with the idea of simply not showing up.
But that would be bad karma, wouldn't it?
FOUR MYSORE SHORTS
Mysore's Cheluvamba Agrahara Neighborhood at Dusk
as seen (and heard) from the roof of the Kaveri Lodge:
Wild Elephants (and Loud Jeeps) at Rajiv Gandhi National Park (Nagarhole)
near the border of Karantaka and Kerala:
Caca at KR Circle
on a silver scooter, wearing a French blue top and bright red scarf:
The View from the Back of Prashanth's Motorcycle
on the way home from the suburban movie theatre:
GUEST BLOG: MAXIMUM CITY
The following is by my dear friend Queen Elyssia. She's in India for the first time, visiting her husband's family in Mumbai:
"Bombay,
cool clean marble floors on my feet
balconies over busy streets
rickshaws and elephants
the many colors of the saris in the alleys
and of garbage on the seashore
bags made of newspaper
men holding hands
3 dollar meals
and lemon water at the end
to wash.
Bombay,
your endless car horns
and the way your men stare
the bars on the balconies
the rates at hotels for non-resident indians
the architecture
and crumbling, molding cement buildings everywhere.
Your ocean side does not smell like the sea."
IT'S NO HONDA ACTIVA...
....and it's as slow as molasses.
But my new 2007 Raleigh Passage 3.0 is one of the most comfortable bicycles I've ever ridden.
Not to mention the heaviest.
Before committing, I visited Urban Bikes and Performance and On the Route and looked at Schwinns and Fujis and KHS's and test drove a Trek and a Marin Kentfield and a higher-end Marin San Anselmo. The Trek is, well, a Trek. I could never buy a Trek. T-wreck, I say. The Marins are beautifully designed and pleasing to the eye and feature great components for the price... but aren't all that comfortable. It feels so weird riding that high and sitting upright, although that's the whole point (After coming back from India, where I'd sat upright on the Activa for two months, I got back on the Cinelli racing bike and immediately had pain shooting down my neck. It was then that this former triathlete and mountainbiker decided it was high time to purchase an Old Maidy bike. Can't have our bicycle ruining our yoga practice, can we?).
Perhaps the shock of riding such a tall and dorky bike had worn off by the time I stopped on a whim at At Play it Again Sports, which is a block from my house. There I test drove a (new) $250 grey Diamondback 7-speed something-or-other. It felt far better than the more expensive Treks and Marins. The owner said that Diamondback is owned by Raleigh, and that I should try try the (new) Passage. It felt solid and good and right plus it had front and back shocks. I decided to go with my gut and get it -- even though it's low-end and bright Brahmin orange.
Between Play it Again and Easy Rider (yes, I'm a bike store whore) I had it outfitted with fenders, a removable front basket and a bell, and added the rack and rear basket from the Cinelli. I also removed the quick release on the seat and rear wheel, so that The Bad Men can't steal them.
It takes a lot of pedaling to get from place to place, but it's *so* comfortable. And because of the front shocks there are fewer vibrations shooting up the arms and through the shoulders.
I've taken it grocery shopping a couple of times. The front basket comes off and can be taken inside and used as a shopping basket. After paying, it all goes back into the basket, which clicks into place. At Jewel*, everyone (including the homeless guy outside selling Streetwise) marveled at how cool it is, and wanted to know where I got it.
Of course now I'm worried that someone will steal it.
*I went to Jewel after stopping first at the Osco down the street. Until recently Jewel (groceries) and Osco (drug store) were joined at the hip. I grew up with Osco Drugs, which is far more coherent and orderly than Chicago-based Walgreen's, its main local competitor. Osco is to Walgreen's as White Hen is to the more haphazard 7-Eleven. But apparently the East Coast chain CVS bought all the Osco stores when I was in India. It also seems that they fired all the old staff. Anyway I keep forgetting this, and after getting the work done at Easy Rider I rode up the street to Osco to buy blue bags for recycling.** Only they didn't have blue bags. I was aghast. I made the poor clerk take me up to the front of the store, where we confirmed this. And I said, loudly, "NO BLUE BAGS? THIS IS WHY I'M SHOPPING AT WALGREENS FROM NOW ON" and made a big show of putting away the groceries I was carrying and storming out. C-suckers! How dare those carpetbaggers come here and fire everyone and be civic bad sports on top of it. C--king van Suckers -- that's what CVS stands for.
**Chicago's Blue Bag recycling system consists of making residents buy blue bags, fill them with recyclables and toss them in the trash with all their other garbage --- which is collected in trucks, smashed down, and dumped at Goose Island or wherever. There, workers allegedly pick through the garbage and pull out the blue bags and separate the glass, plastic, aluminum and paper and allegedly send it off to be recycled. Although it's been proven that most of it winds up in landfills (thanks, Waste Management!), we still go through the motions -- kind of like how we vote for mayor even though we know Dick Daley The Second will always win. Anyway my building is too big for city garbage pickup so we pay the nonprofit Resource Center -- which really does recycle everything -- to pick up our recyclables. But they don't take plastic, so I put mine in blue bags and throw it in the church garbage can across the alley. Technically illegal, but what else am I supposed to do with it?
I've spent my first two weeks back from India running around like a chicken with its head cut off:
--Teaching 23 classes
--Meeting two deadlines
--Recording a radio essay on how to survive the summer
--Gaping dumbfoundedly at the sweaty suburban mob gathered see the Tall Ships at Navy Pier and wondering, "Why?"
--Dealing with two months of mail
--Catching up with friends
--Catching up with Denis Leary (still hot) and "Rescue Me"
--Attending my nephew's wedding fete
--Searching for rednecks in Wonder Lake
--Weathering a heat wave
--Installing three air conditioners
--Losing and reinstating a health club teaching gig
--Filling out paperwork
--Turning 42
--Practicing a dozen times (and not standing up from backbend even once)
--Sorting through and posting over 200 Mysore photos*
--Freezing through "The Devil Wears Prada"
--Drumming up new business
--Researching and purchasing a (hideously shiny, new, comfortable, slow, sensible, upright, orange) commuter bicycle that hopefully won't cause neck, shoulder and back pain
--Etc.
Funny how the body forces you to slow down even as your mind tries to make you keep going.....
Despite going to bed at 10 last night it all caught up with me today in the form of THe WOrst HeadAche oF tHe DecAde. It began in the middle of the night and got worse and worse and worse, to the point where I had to run to the toilet with dry heaves -- several times. A full dose of sinus medication did not cure it. Caffeine did nothing. The liberal application of China Gel to the temples, neck and Third Eye only made the bedsheets smell bad. Gallons of water did not alleviate the pain. Nor did blowing the nose. Trying to sleep made the whole head throb like the engine of a past-its-prime Bajaj auto-rickshaw. Sitting propped up on pillows like the Elephant Man partially remedied the throbbing, but was not conducive to sleep. Nor was watching Nicole and Paris prance around with midgets and a closeted father of five in two episodes of "The Simple Life." Finally I consumed an old migraine cure -- organic, free-range "vegetarian" y'eggs with spinach and feta -- and went back to sleep.
The protein bomb more or less worked; I awakened well enough to write this and yearn some more to go back to Mysore, but not to change the sheets or litter box or catch up on deadlines or post my Mysore videos or even practice.
The good news is that some of the apartments in my courtyard building changed hands in my absence. Neck Tattoo is long gone, and one of my new neighbors is listening to vintage Cocteau Twins at this very moment. Not exactly the Muzza's call to Mosque, but not Phil Collins, either. Definitely a step in the right direction....
*If you would like a link to the Mysore photo album, e-mail chaigirl@india.com and she might just send it to you.
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Q: How to use hyphen '-' in variable names with Xtext I need to write a XText grammar for a language that supports the hyphen '-' in variable names.
I tried with the toy example below where I define ID to be the pattern for variable names. What I am trying to specify here is that ID starts with a letter eventually followed by zero or more characters that are letters or '-' and ends with a letter (not an hyphen).
grammar org.xtext.example.mydsl.MyDsl hidden(WS)

import "http://www.eclipse.org/emf/2002/Ecore" as ecore

generate myDsl "http://www.xtext.org/example/mydsl/MyDsl"

Model:
    lines+=Line*
;

Line:
    (Variable | Expression) '.'
;

Variable:
    name=ID
;

Expression:
    '=' Atomic ({LinkedExpression.leftOperand=current} op=('->') rightOperand=Atomic)*
;

Atomic returns Expression:
    ref=[Variable]
;

terminal ID: ('a'..'z'|'A'..'Z')(('a'..'z'|'A'..'Z'|'0'..'9'|'-')*('a'..'z'|'A'..'Z'|'0'..'9'))?;
terminal INT: ('0'..'9')+;
terminal WS: (' '|'\t'|'\r'|'\n')+;

The result is that if I try to parse the below text:

x.
y.
m-n.
=x->y.
=x -> y.
=m-n -> y.
=m-n->y.

The lines in bold fail as '-' in the '->' operator is read as part of a variable name; so for example:
=x->y.
is tokenised as:
=   x-   >   y   .

instead of:
=   x   ->   y   .

What am I doing wrong?

A: As suggested, I used a parser rule to define IDs. This make things a bit trickier as you now need semantic predicates to give the new Id rule precedence over operators such as -> and the newly introduced minus operator ('-'). In addition I use hidden() when defining Id to make sure NO spaces are allowed in variable names.
The resulting grammar is pasted below; if somebody has a better or shorter grammar that does the same, please let me know. This looks a bit overcomplicated to me, but works as expected.
grammar org.xtext.example.mydsl.MyDsl hidden(WS)

import "http://www.eclipse.org/emf/2002/Ecore" as ecore

generate myDsl "http://www.xtext.org/example/mydsl/MyDsl"

Model:
    lines+=Line*
;

Id hidden():
    LETTERS+ (->'-' (LETTERS|NUMBERS)+)*
;

Line:
    (Variable | Expression) '.'
;

Variable:
    name=Id
;

Expression:
    '=' AdditionExpression
;

AdditionExpression returns Expression:
    LinkedExpression ({AdditionExpression.leftOperand=current} op=('+'|'-') rightOperand=LinkedExpression)*
;

LinkedExpression returns Expression:
    Atomic ->({LinkedExpression.leftOperand=current} op=(ARROW_OPERATOR) rightOperand=LinkedExpression)*
;

Atomic returns Expression:
    ref=[Variable|Id]
;

terminal ARROW_OPERATOR: '->';
terminal LETTERS: ('a'..'z'|'A'..'Z');
terminal NUMBERS: ('0'..'9')+;
terminal WS: (' '|'\t'|'\r'|'\n')+;

Please notice now:
x.
y.
m-n.

=m-n-x->x-y-m-n.

correctly causes a parse error as it is read as:
= (m-n-x) -> (x-y-m-n)

and no variable named "m-n-x" or "x-y-m-n" exists. While:
=m-n -x->x - y- m-n.

is interpreted correctly as:
= ( (m-n) - x ) -> (x - (y - (m-n))).

this of course forces the user to use spaces around the '-' operator (which I see no way to avoid).

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Q: Difference between "underneath" and "under" when we describe an action I ask for the difference in a sense of active quality rather than a stative quality of the verbs. E.g. in "the toy is sitting underneath/under table", the verb is stative.  So we are dealing with adverbs.
For example, is it correct if I say :

I will slip the envelope underneath the door.

or should I say

I will slip the envelope under the door.

A: "I slipped it underneath the door" implies it stayed under the door. A door is a thing that is not very wide, and "underneath" would be inappropriate.
"I slipped it under the floor" and "I slipped it underneath the floor" would be the same thing, although I would want to use - incorrectly - "to underneath", indicating that "underneath" is a concrete place, whereas "under" is a position. However, I live among non-native speakers who use that construction, so I probably see a non-obvious logic.
"Under the sea" tells me it's in the water, whereas "underneath the sea" is a place below the water.
As for julio's comment, although it's true you wouldn't really say "it's not over it, but under" (realistically) - you can say "it's not over it, but underneath it."

A: "It's sitting underneath the table" is not stative - it's still an action. Stative is, like "it understands underneath the table" or "it tastes under the table."

A: Yes, it is correct.  Quoting A Comprehensive Grammar of the English Language :

With words of motion, prepositions may express the idea of PASSAGE, as well as destination.
   - He jumped over a ditch [1]
   - Someone ran behind the goalposts [2]
   - The ball rolled underneath the table [3]
  In sentences such as [2] and [3], there is an ambiguity. In [3], we can supply either the meaning of 'passage' or the meaning of 'destination'.
 Note: A triple ambiguity might in fact arise,..., more clearly with:
   - A mouse scuttled behind the curtain.

A: I would say that underneath suggests one thing is "touching" another.  For example, the paper is underneath the book.  The opposite being on top of: the book is on top of the paper - touching.
Whereas under suggests one thing is not necessarily touching another.  For example, the cat is under the table.
The opposite of under being over.  The opposite to above being below.
Rather general and open to exceptions but still a reasonable argument.

A: "I will slip the envelope under the door" is correct. I would say that "underneath" is used when their is a sheltering effect of something on someone or something. like the door is not so wide so it would be inappropriate to use "underneath" here. if ball is below the table and their is a sheltering effect on it we would say "ball is underneath the table".

A: I would say "underneath" implies that it can hardly be seen, it's almost like hidden: Underneath the bed, underneath the desk . .  It has got  the sense of "difficult to be seen"  My teacher gave me this explanation and I've never had problems with "underneath".

A: I'm not sure but I think you use under when it's followed by something, so I'd say:

I will slip the envelope under the floor

and

It's not on the table, but underneath.


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Bennett In Control With Milford Plan
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Thu 12 Mar 2015, 06:00 PM
It was vintage Wayne Bennett this morning as he hit the media straight between the eyes after his handling of Anthony Milford was questioned.
The young five-eighth had little room to move behind a beaten pack last week, causing some everyday 'experts' to muse on Milford's presence in the Broncos' number six jersey.
Milford started his career at fullback at Canberra but Bennett has anointed him as the long-term five-eighth for the Broncos.
In a scene reminiscent of his famous switch of Immortal-in-waiting Darren Lockyer to five-eighth last decade, Bennett assured those gathered for the Broncos' final training session before tomorrow's match against the Sharks that he knew what he was doing.
"I'm not thinking about it at all," he said.
"I know what I am doing with him - you can write what you like and say what you like, because it is not going to affect me.
"Let me go back a decade or a bit longer when Darren Lockyer went to five-eighth.
"You all jumped on the bandwagon and bagged him and bagged me, and he became one of the great players of the game (at five-eighth).
"So, it's not unknown territory for me, and as long as he knows he has my support he shouldn't be too worried about it.
"If he starts reading what you guys write, he's in a fair bit of trouble."
Bennett said Milford and Lockyer were different types of players, but stressed he was in control.
"They are different players, but I'm telling you I know what I am dealing with and I am not going to go away from it," he said.
"No matter what you say or write, it is not going to matter."
The lesson came on a day when the Broncos ran into bad luck at training in the shape of an injury to Dale Copley.
Copley hurt his calf muscle and will be fighting to even play next week against the Cowboys at Suncorp Stadium.
He will be replaced on the wing tomorrow night by Corey Oates, who impressed for the Central Capras in the Queensland State League last weekend.
"He limped off and he won't be back, he won't play tomorrow," said Bennett of Copley.
"They (calf injuries) usually go a bit more than one week unfortunately.
"Corey went well for the Capras, the feedback was good on him.
"This is an opportunity he wasn't expecting."
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Home Music Reviews Album Reviews Matador Mike: Angry? No. Sad, Maybe – album review
Matador Mike: Angry? No. Sad, Maybe – album review
Matador Mike
Angry? No. Sad, Maybe
Cazador Records
Download for sale now on Bandcamp
Matador Mike, aka one-man-band Daniel Reith, has made the perfect album for our lockdown times. He just didn't know it at the time. Tim Cooper acclaims the bold new talent behind a lo-fi masterpiece.
With a crackle and a hiss, over a lazily strummed guitar, a voice on the edge of cracking plaintively articulates the way many of us are feeling during these desperate days of isolation. "I've been thinking a lot quite recently / About my mum and my dad and my family / How the space and the time between us keeps growing / But we're just as strong if not stronger."
Daniel Reith didn't write and record this album in lockdown, and the pandemic had yet to hit us, but he might as well have done: the 23-year-old played all the instruments, recording and mixing them in the tiny bedroom of his London flat.
There's an aching loneliness in these songs, written after he left his family behind in Barcelona, where he had lived from the age of seven until 2017 (and where they still reside). Perhaps that's why it's such a perfect encapsulation of our times with its overwhelming sense of melancholy, mirroring our plight as we are separated from our loved ones, struggling to reconcile our competing feelings of loneliness and the desire to escape back into the world outside.
Written and recorded over the three-year period since he returned to his birthplace, Reith's record is filled with confusion, as the title suggests: it's the sound of a young man striking out for independence, forging his own path in life – and a music career – while missing friends and family far away. And now this: the pandemic has made all of us share those feelings – and makes this startlingly intimate record hit home with added poignancy.
Matador Mike has an energy and intensity that belie his bedroom recording facilities. His musical touchstones lie somewhere between the Arctic Monkeys, both in the crunchy guitar-based faster numbers, and in his languid, almost conversational vocal and lyrical style that somehow encapsulates both early-era and late-period Alex Turner (while missing out the middle period entirely). In its quieter moments, it exhibits an experimental languor that reminds me of Sparklehorse and Happyness (neither of whom he has heard).
"I had my emo phase, my metal phase, my 80's phase, etc," recalls Reith, who spent his teens drumming and honing his songwriting in a Barcelona band called The Moan before teaching himself guitar, bass and production. "Some of the artists that have stuck with me throughout have been Arctic Monkeys, The Strokes and Radiohead. Recently, Jamie T, Bill Ryder-Jones, The Japanese House, Idles, Tame Impala, Fontaines DC and Kendrick Lamar have all played a part in how I approach aspects of music writing and performance."
Sprawling over almost an hour in length, his album contains a dozen songs, interspersed with a trio of brief palate-cleansing instrumental interludes. The album's first half is rawer, slower, unpolished, angry; the second half more textured, introspective and sadder, though, as he acknowledges, those lines are blurred (and, truth be told, two sides of the same coin).
It's an intensely personal work, yet few of the songs deal in specifics, the abstraction lending it a universal appeal. Even the less personal songs, like the sung-spoken sprechgesang of Stevie's Got A Family, in which an office worker looks back from his conventional life on the hopes and dreams he left behind, over a disconcertingly jaunty tune, mine the loneliness of the songwriter, exploring the anxieties of young adulthood and independence.
One exception is the regretful, remorseful Skin which sounds like a love song across the divide back to his family, an apology for leaving home, with an attempt at an explanation. Coming complete with a sample of a deeply personal answerphone message, it's heartbreakingly, painfully sad: "It'll get better now that the winter's gone away," he sings, "Now that the summer's on its way," before the song dissolves into a blizzard of guitars that seem to sonically illustrate the whirlwind of conflicting emotions in his head.
At other times Reith rails against more conventional targets, channelling his anger into an attack on Fat Cats over fuzzy guitars ("I'd like to see what happens if they all died out") but at others he slips into a maudlin, melancholic mood. Shipwrecks, the centrepiece of the album, is a seven-minute slow-build of guitar textures and gently swelling rhythms, while Blind By Numbers starts out gentle and melodic before exploding after the quiet revelation: "I like to talk, I like to be heard… I shout a lot, I HAVE to be heard"
The second half's highlights include the upbeat Mirror Museum ("Alone and happy again / A little sad when I'm stuck in my head") and another extended effort, The Carnival, with Reith's vocals right up front over a spectral backing before the guitars come into their own: it's a song that would not have sounded out of place on the Monkeys' own Tranquillity Base Hotel.
In many ways the album saves its best for last. Penultimate tune Attention To Detail mixes melody and emotion to powerful effect, its murmured vocals buried lower in the mix, before the epic, conceptual finale of Part 2 – the song from which the album takes its title ("She said 'I'm not angry. But sad, maybe'") – taking us on a sonic odyssey before slipping away with a pretty piano coda.
Aptly, that closing piano part, upon which the album floats off into the ether on a wave of gentle distortion like a boat lost at sea, is the only element recorded back in Barcelona – a literal embodiment of the album's emotional theme of the eternal conflict between independence and home.
All words by Tim Cooper. You can find more of Tim's writing on Louder Than War at his author's archive. He is also on Twitter as @TimCooperES.
More info about Matador Mike at the official website, Facebook and Instagram.
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A very thorough and insightful review. Thanks! I enjoyed reading it and will enjoy listening to the album


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Doulas support end-of-life transitions
Shelby Kirillin, left, and Nicky Hansen, right, are professional end-of-life doulas who help people during their final days.	Photo by Don Currier
Willow Kelly and other end-of-life doulas are trained to aid terminal patients and their families. "I was meant to do this kind of work," Kelly said. "It is so fulfilling to be able to make people's lives so much richer at such a difficult time."	Photo by Kate-Simon Lifestyle Photography
By Diane York
As an intensive care nurse at the Medical College of Virginia in Richmond for 22 years, Shelby Kirillin saw people at their most vulnerable time.
"I felt that a lot was missing in the way we treated patients that were dying and their families. Death was handled as a medical experience … with no emotional or spiritual support," Kirillin said.
"Death must be acknowledged. In a way, it is as significant a moment as is birth. There is a lost art to taking care of our dying. It should be treated as a sacred moment, not to be minimized or denied."
So in 2015, Kirillin launched her own company, A Peaceful Passing, to help ease patients through life's final transition. She's also a lead instructor for the International End-of-Life Doulas Alliance, the international organization that provides training for people in her line of work.
An end-of-life doula is a professional trained to care for a terminally ill person's physical, emotional and spiritual needs during the death process. There are many terms used to refer to an end-of-life doula, including "end-of-life coach," "soul midwife," "death midwife" or "transition guide."
End-of-life doulas can provide companionship, respite care, legacy letters to families, photo albums, supportive services, advance care planning and support, resource location, meal help, grocery and other errand assistance, massages, rides to medical appointments and phone support.
"With a doula, you have the ability to write the last chapter of your life. Requests can include vigils, legacy, family, what they want the doctors and nurses to do — as in 'Don't talk about me in the third person like I'm not here' — or simply being able to talk freely about what is happening to them," Kirillin said.
Services can be divided into three components: advance planning, active death support and post-death affairs. Although end-of-life doulas don't perform medical duties, they may assist hospice workers. Costs vary from $50 to $150 an hour or more, depending on the location. Most doulas offer sliding-scale prices.
Hiring a doula can help family members avoid painful discussions. The imminent loss of a loved one, Kirillin said, "is often hard to talk with relatives about, as they don't want to discuss or believe it is going to happen."
To help facilitate these conversations, in 2016 Kirillin started a Death Café, meetings for people who simply wanted to talk about death — their own or others. About 20 people attended until COVID stopped their meetings, but she hopes to resume them this year.
Supporting clients is 'gratifying'
Three years ago, Kirillin added her friend Nicola (Nicky) Hansen as a partner. Hansen was living in the U.S. when her father died suddenly in the U.K. She was devastated that she wasn't there for him or her mother and didn't have the chance to say goodbye. So, Hansen began to do volunteer hospice work in Richmond and found it emotionally gratifying. What she could not give to her father she gave to others.
A Peaceful Passing was a natural fit for Hansen, she said.
"Each client is special. We are holding their hands — and the family's hands — on this journey, so no one dies alone," she said.
"A client can be with us for three hours or three years, depending on their needs and condition. It is a raw and scary time for family and patient, so it's important to build trust with them first," Hansen said.
That trust helps the patient open up. For instance, when one of Hansen's clients seemed depressed, she engaged him in a long conversation.
"He relayed to me all the things he had done for others in his life. Through this conversation, he realized what a good life he had and how many people he helped. He was happy and content," she said.
A Peaceful Passing also attempts to celebrate a person's life before they die. One of Krillin's patients loved hiking in First Landing State Park, she recalled. "We talked about a memorial for her, a bench at that site with her name on it. We were able to do this while she was alive, and she was so pleased."
Another client, who was too tired to host visitors, yearned to connect with her friends and family, Kirillin said.
"We had them each write a letter about her with memories of experiences shared. We made a book of them, and she enjoyed this before she died."
Best friend inspires lifelong career
As with Hansen's experience, many end-of-life doulas begin their careers as the result of the loss of a relative or friend. Virginia resident Willow Kelly's best friend, Colleen, was given a diagnosis of terminal cancer, and she wanted to handle her illness and death in as positive a way as possible. She found it easier to talk to Kelly about her impending death than her family members.
Kelly helped Colleen with a myriad of tasks she could no longer handle by herself. With Kelly's help, for instance, Colleen planned a "dying retreat," inviting 15 close friends and family members to spend a weekend at a resort to talk about her care, her death and her funeral. After talking about Colleen's life and imminent death, they understood exactly how to help her and what their roles would be in her last days. Colleen found the weekend "wonderful," a final bonding experience during which family and friends shared their deepest feelings and best memories.
Helping Colleen through this process, Kelly said, was the most rewarding thing she had ever done, so in 2015 she decided to make it her life's work. Four years later she received an End-of-Life Doula Professional Certificate from the Larner College of Medicine at the University of Vermont.
Final visits
Kelly and other end-of-life doulas report that many clients have "seen" deceased friends and relatives prior to death. One of Kelly's hospice cases was a gentleman who was in and out of consciousness.
"One day he said to me, "Willow, I have no context for this, but these people are all here to see me. He happily reached out his arms to shake their hands and connect with them," Kelly recalled.
In addition to in-person bedside assistance, Kelly and other end-of-life doulas can provide "virtual" online end-of-life help, especially during the past year.
"I was meant to do this kind of work," Kelly said. "It is so fulfilling to be able to make people's lives so much richer at such a difficult time."
See inelda.org for a list of certified end-of-life doulas. For more information visit virtualdeathdoula.net, apeacefulpassing.info or willowkelly.com.
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De Clarissa Radcliffe was een Brits stoomvrachtschip van 5754 ton. Ze werd voltooid in 1915 op de scheepswerf van Craig, Taylor & Ltd te Stockton-on-Tees. De eigenaar was Evan Thomas Radcliffe & Co. uit Cardiff. Het schip had Londen als thuishaven. Haar reisroute was vanuit Pepel – New York, samen vertrekkend met konvooi SC-122 naar Barrow. Haar lading bestond uit ijzererts en de bemanning telde 55 manschappen.

Geschiedenis
Het schip werd te water gelaten en gedoopt als Windsor, daarna verder afgewerkt en herdoopt tot Gwent. In 1917 werd het hernoemd tot Clarissa Radcliffe.

Ondergang
Om 15.40 uur op 18 maart 1943 voer de Clarissa Radcliffe, onder kapitein Stuart Gordon Finnes, achter het konvooi SC-122 als gevolg van een zware storm, die sinds 9 maart het konvooi teisterde. Ten oosten van Boston werd de alleenvarende Clarissa Radcliffe onderschept door de U-663 van commandant Heinrich Schmid. Schmid werd niet bedreigd door de escorteschepen en kon zijn aanval rustig voorbereiden. De U-663 vuurde vier torpedo's af ondanks het zware weer. De Clarissa Radcliffe kon nog de eerst drie gelanceerde torpedo's ontwijken maar de vierde torpedo was raak. Het vrachtschip werd fataal getorpedeerd en zonk bijna onmiddellijk. Door de snelle ondergang, mede veroorzaakt door de zware storm en de zware lading ijzererts, hadden de opvarenden geen schijn van kans. Het getroffen vrachtschip verging met man en muis in positie 42° Noord en 62° West. Kapitein Finnes, 42 bemanningsleden en 12 artilleristen vonden de dood.

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Amsterdam tourist unwittingly pays for shipping container in Airbnb booking
The lodging was listed as a "clean room with private bathroom", but was in fact a mattress and portaloo in a shipping container.
Thursday 16 May 2019 16:32, UK
Image: The £100-a-night lodging was found to be a shipping container at the side of the road. Credit: AT5
A British tourist in Amsterdam received a shock when he arrived at his Airbnb lodgings to discover he had booked a stay in a roadside shipping container.
Londoner Ben Speller paid £100 for a single night stay at the accommodation described in the Airbnb listing as a "clean room with private bathroom".
But what he actually discovered upon arrival was a cargo container on the side of the road close to Amsterdam's Amstel station.
"We booked a hotel once we set eyes on it," Mr Speller posted on Facebook.
"To be fair, I got my £100 quids worth in comedy value," he added.
Image: The host had reportedly listed two shipping containers in different parts of Amsterdam. Credit: AT5
Inside the roadside abode, Mr Speller found a mattress and blanket, with a portaloo attached to the "bedroom".
Speaking to the Sun Online Travel, Mr Speller said the host, Jacob, had warned him shortly before arrival that there was an issue with running water, before giving him an opportunity to cancel.
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Mr Speller said he had no alternative options, so decided to stay with his original booking.
"When we arrived we drove past the container three times in the taxi because couldn't believe that could be it," Mr Speller told The Sun.
"I then checked the listing again and he'd changed it to container home."
Image: Ben Speller said he booked a hotel as soon has he set eyes on the container
Airbnb have since refunded the £100 from the listing, and a further £230 for the hotel that Mr Speller eventually stayed in.
The company has also removed the host's profile and his listings, which included a second container on the other side of the city.
In a statement, Airbnb said: "Misrepresented or fraudulent listings have no place on our platform, and our team works hard to constantly strengthen our defenses and stay ahead of bad actors.
"Over half a billion people have travelled on Airbnb and, with over 2 million guests checking into an Airbnb every single night, issue like this are incredibly rare."
Image: At least one of the shipping containers has been taken away after it was found that it didn't hold a permit. Credit: AT5
Jacob has so far not been traced, but at least one of his shipping containers has been towed away.
According to Dutch news outlet AT5, local authorities found the container did not have a permit to be located where it was, which led to its eventual removal.
Such incidents of rogue Airbnb listings aren't unheard of.
An infamous case in 2016 saw one Londoner list a "private room in a public place" on the site, which turned out to be a mattress, rug and bedside table strategically placed outside some garages in Peckham.
Other strange cases include the numerous tents erected in hosts' back gardens that have also been rented out in previous years.


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I asked two different guys, I said: "Did he know?" They didn't think so. I begged to differ. But we'll get back to that.
The Friends of Eddie Coyle is great icon-smashing and icon-making all in one. Robert Mitchum, at age 56, slouches onto the screen as the titular anti-hero, a low-level guy with connections. You need guns, Eddie knows where to get them for you. He is perhaps too professional, and too honorable deep down, to be dealing with some of the new breed. They can be stupid, impetuous. Not that Eddie trusts anyone, but he especially doesn't trust some of these kids, wanting machine guns, going off half-assed.
Eddie is looking at two years for hijacking, and he can't be doing two years, not with a wife and kids to provide for. So he sighs and becomes a fink, a half-a-man; he does a deal with ATF agent Dave Foley (Richard Jordan), who wants Eddie to dime on various gun-runners and bank robbers. What else is he going to do? It's not as if his honor among thieves — keeping his mouth shut and doing the time, as he's done before — has gotten him anywhere except conventionally unemployable and living in a Quincy shithole with a kitchen that two people can't comfortably stand in.
Director Peter Yates and scripter/producer Paul Monash, adapting a George V. Higgins novel, stage the robberies in an almost becalmed fashion. These guys (led by Alex Rocco, a former Whitey Bulger crony in real life) aren't kids; they know what they're doing, they've got everything worked out, and so there are no Dog Day Afternoon panicking and screw-ups. The bank employees (except for one idiot in a later heist) have obviously been trained to deal with the situation: just stay frosty, do what they tell you, and don't be a hero. "We don't get off on hurting people," one of the robbers says, and I believe him. It's not about sadism, it's about getting in and out with the money. There are no Mr. Blondes in this crew.
The characters may not know how to pronounce "Natick" or "Quincy" (I'm from Massachusetts, so when I heard someone say "Natick" as if it rhymed with "static" I said "Really?"), but Yates nails the Boston-area doldrums dead center. Eddie Coyle was shot on location in depressed, shitty areas of Malden, Milton, Dorchester, Somerville; you can bet Ben Affleck had the DVD on heavy rotation while filming The Town. Guys hang around in cramped, smelly bars or drink bad coffee out in the sharp autumn air. Cinematographer Victor J. Kemper (one of Pauline Kael's favorite whipping boys) tended toward the flat and grungy in his lighting, but that works in this environment.
Mitchum masters the Boston accent and never plays a false note. He pulls off the impressive trick of making Eddie a loser who's still a bad-ass. Mitchum came from old Hollywood (he entered movies in 1943), but he looks perfectly at home trading lines and attitudes with new-jack toughs like Peter Boyle and Richard Jordan and Steven Keats. These guys sure as hell step up their game opposite Mitchum, too. Thing is, Yates keeps everyone cool. Nobody has a big scene. Someone has a metaphorical speech at the end, but it's shot and staged lackadaisically, as if one guy's insight into this corrupt world didn't amount to much.
And now we enter SPOILER territory; if you haven't seen the film, leave now (and go rent it).
Like I said, I talked to two guys who've seen Eddie Coyle a bunch of times each. I asked them, "Did he know?," and they immediately knew what I meant. And they both said no, he didn't know. What "he" — Eddie — didn't know, according to them, is that Peter Boyle would wrap up the night out at dinner and a Bruins game by putting a slug in Eddie's head. Me, I think Eddie knew; he knew when he was about to give up the bank robbers to Dave Foley and was told that someone else had already ratted them out. That's when he could see, in William S. Burroughs' words, what was frozen on the end of his fork. He knew he was fucked good and proper; the only question was where and when. So when Peter Boyle offered him dinner and a Bruins game, Eddie just said to himself, "Why the fuck not. A good meal, the Bruins, get loaded, leave this life. There are worse ways to go out. Like in prison."
"Baby, I don't care" (a line from Out of the Past) so perfectly summed up Robert Mitchum's nihilist-noir hipster appeal that it served as the title of his 2002 biography; here, it's replaced by "Why the fuck not" — which Mitchum never utters here, as I recall, but he might as well. The movie is about a middle-aged crook staring down not only the end of his life but the end of his world and everything he ever knew about it. The title is, of course, ironic (no honor among thieves) but at the same time saddening. After all, the dinner and Bruins game weren't necessary; the shot could've happened on the way to the restaurant or to Boston Garden. What is that, in this crap world the color of piss-soaked newspaper, but some kind of friendship?
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Q: If $A$ is a ring containing $\Bbb{Z}_p$ and $a \in A$ is a root of the polynomial $g(x) \in \Bbb Z_p[x]$, can we say $a^p$ is also a root of $g(x)$?
Let $p$ be a prime, and let $\mathbb{Z}_p$ be the finite field with $p$ elements. If $A$ is a ring containing $\mathbb{Z}_p$, and $a \in A$ is a root of the polynomial $g(x) \in \mathbb{Z}_p[x]$, can we say $a^p$ is also a root of $g(x)$?

I don't know much about algebra, so when I was solving this problem, I found that if $a\in \mathbb{Z}_p$, then $a^p$ is also a root, but when $a$ is not in $\mathbb{Z_p}$, I have no idea how to prove it. I would really appreciate if you can share with me your ideas.

A: From the comments, you are using $\Bbb Z_p$ to mean $\Bbb Z/p\Bbb Z$. Also, I'm going to be assuming that $p$ is a prime. Otherwise, the result is not true even when $A = \Bbb Z_p$. (I am going to assume that all my rings are commutative.)

If $A$ is a ring containing $\mathbb{Z}_p$ and $a \in A$ is a root of the polynomial $g(x) \in \mathbb{Z}_p[x]$, can we say $a^p$ is also a root of $g(x)$?

The answer to this question is "Yes".
The key is Fermat's little theorem which says that $a^p = a$ for all $a \in \Bbb Z_p$.
The other key is the fact that if $A$ is a ring that contains $\Bbb Z_p$ as a subring, then we have $p \cdot a = 0$ for all $a \in A$. Thus, we have the nice identity:
$$(a_1 + \cdots + a_n)^p = a_1^p + \cdots + a_n^p$$
for all $a_1, \ldots, a_n \in A$.
Using the above two, we see that if $a \in A$ is any element and $g(x) = a_0 + a_1x + \cdots + a_nx^n \in \Bbb Z_p[x]$ is any polynomial, then we have
\begin{align}
g(a^p) &= a_0 + a_1a^p + \cdots + a_n(a^n)^p \\
&= (a_0 + a_1a + \cdots + a_n a^n)^p = g(a)^p.
\end{align}
In particular, $a^p$ is a root of $g(x)$ whenever $a$ is a root of $g(x)$.

There's a follow-up one can ask:

If $A$ is a ring containing $\mathbb{Z}_p$ and $a \in A$ is a root of the polynomial $g(x) \in \color{red}{A}[x]$, can we say $a^p$ is also a root of $g(x)$?

The answer to this question is "No". One "easy" example is the following: Take $A = \Bbb Z_p[t]$. This is the polynomial ring in the variable $t$ with coefficients in $\Bbb Z_p$.
Then, consider the polynomial $g(x) = x - t \in A[x]$. Then, $t$ is a root of $g(x)$ but $t^p$ is not, since $t^p \neq t$.

If the above example is a bit too abstract to comprehend, here is what we essentially need: Take any ring $A$ containing $\Bbb Z_p$ such that there exists some $a \in A$ with $a^p \neq a$. Then, you can take the polynomial $g(x) \in A[x]$. It will have $a$ as a root but not $a^p$.
Plenty of such rings do exist, by the way. For example, you can take any field of characteristic $p$ which has more than $p$ elements. Another example was the ring $\Bbb Z_p[t]$ which I gave above.


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Franziska Sontag, geborene Franziska Martloff bzw. Franziska Markloff (* 12. Januar 1788 in Heddernheim; † 10. April 1865 in Dresden) war eine deutsche Opernsängerin (Sopran) und Theaterschauspielerin.

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Martloff war die Tochter eines kurfürstlichen Beamten und stand bereits mit zwölf Jahren auf der Bühne. Ihr erstes Engagement erhielt sie am Stadttheater Mainz und wechselte von dort an das Theater Koblenz.

Zwischen 1812 und 1814 trat Martloff am Hoftheater Darmstadt auf und war dort unter anderem zusammen mit August Wilhelm Iffland zu sehen. Im Jahr 1814 ging sie an das Deutsche Theater nach Prag und blieb dort bis 1824. Mit der Zeit löste sie dort auch ihre Kollegin Sophie Schröder als "erste Schauspielerin" ab.

Ab 1824 folgten ausgedehnte Gastspielreisen nach Wien und Berlin. Martloff heiratete ihren Kollegen, den Schauspieler Franz Sontag, und hatte mit ihm zwei Töchter, Henriette und Nina, die beide später ebenfalls zur Bühne gingen. Sohn Karl Sontag wurde Schauspieler und Bühnenautor.

Im Jahr 1837 zog sich Martloff von der Bühne zurück und ließ sich in Dresden nieder. Sie starb am 10. April 1865 und fand auf dem Alten Katholischen Friedhof ihre letzte Ruhestätte.

Rollen (Auswahl)
 Zerline – Fra Diavolo (Daniel-François-Esprit Auber)
 Thekla – Wallensteins Tod (Friedrich Schiller)
 Portia – Der Kaufmann von Venedig (William Shakespeare)
 Recha – Nathan der Weise (Gotthold Ephraim Lessing)
 Elsbeth – Das Turnier zu Kronstein (Franz Ignaz von Holbein)
 Maria Stuart – Maria Stuart (Friedrich Schiller)

Literatur
 Ludwig Eisenberg: Großes biographisches Lexikon der Deutschen Bühne im XIX. Jahrhundert. Verlag von Paul List, Leipzig 1903, S. 977 f., ().
 Lembert/Carl, Taschenbuch für Schauspieler und Schauspielfreunde für das Jahr 1816, Stuttgart, München 1815, S. 207: Debüt im April 1815, "erste tragische Liebhaberinnen und Heldinnen"
 Lembert: Taschenbuch für Schauspieler und Schauspielfreunde auf das Jahr 1817. Stuttgart 1816, S. 471: "Liebhaberinnen, Heldinnen"

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– On Wednesday night I was in Madison, dining with the divine Ms. Althouse (who is not only great fun but knows how to pick a good restaurant) and watching a preview of Madison Repertory Theatre's production of Rembrandt's Gift, a new play by Tina Howe.
– I got up this morning, checked my e-mail and the "About Last Night" referral log, and discovered that a blogger I'd never heard of has been reading my Wisconsin postings and thinks they're "vapid and cloyingly precious," not to mention "lower-middlebrow." Interested in knowing exactly what sort of writing the blogger in question thought was worth reading, I spent a few minutes looking over the self-written "serialized blog novels" he'd posted elsewhere on his site, an experience I commend to all connoisseurs of unpublished fiction.
– I spent the next couple of hours driving around Madison in search of Frank Lloyd Wright buildings, of which I found several. Then I headed back to Spring Green, checked into the same motel I occupied two nights ago, and took a well-deserved nap.
– This evening I went to see American Players Theatre's production of Ferenc Molnar's The Play's the Thing, performed in an English-language version by none other than P.G. Wodehouse.
– Tomorrow I'm off to Milwaukee, where I'll tour the Milwaukee Art Museum and attend a performance by Milwaukee Repertory Theatre of A Flea in Her Ear.
– On Saturday it's back to Spring Green for performances of Macbeth in the afternoon and Candida in the evening.
– On Sunday I'll be seeing one last play, Tartuffe, then spending the night in another Wright house, the Seth Peterson Cottage.
Forgive my terseness, but I really did just get back from the theater and am longing to shed my clothes and crawl into bed! You won't be hearing from me again until Monday, and by now I expect you can see why. I'm still having fun yet, but I'll be more than ready to head for home come Monday afternoon. I'll post that day and possibly on Tuesday as well, but I'll definitely be taking Wednesday and Thursday off, about which more later. For now, have a nice weekend.
These notes we sing are like a little community of people, and you can't hold a person too tight for fear of extinguishing their creative impulses–their musical "movement" and direction, if you will. Yes, let them go, let them wander and explore. The best you can do is offer guidance, sustain them somehow, and give shape to their meanderings. Dear Palestrina. If I had to live in a piece of music…well, it couldn't get any better than that.
Like Jack Benny, I'm thinking it over. If I had to live in a piece of music…but exactly what might that mean? It's a complex, oddly self-revealing fantasy, one that necessarily entails something not unlike an act of synesthesia. Would I be a constituent part of the piece in question–a chord, say? Or would the piece as a whole be the world in which I lived, going to and fro and walking up and down in it? I can think of some chords I'd like to be (the first chord of the "Eroica" Symphony), as well as a few of the other kind (Le Sacre du printemps, anyone?). Still, it's a lot easier to imagine a piece of music as a physical environment–a room, a house, a neighborhood.


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Former president Robert Mugabe
Mugabe ouster challenged at Constitutional Court
6th June 2018 News Headlines
LESS than two months before his first election, President Emmerson Mnangagwa has been dragged to the Constitutional Court by a citizen who is arguing takeover of power was illegal.
Last November's military intervention, code named Operation Restore Legacy, forced then President Robert Mugabe to resign.
Bongani Nyathi says the operation was a violation of the country's supreme law.
He wants the Constitutional Court to grant him locus standi, arguing Mnangagwa, Vice President Constantino Chiwenga, new Commander Defence Forces Philip Velario Sibanda and Mugabe's failure to file notices of opposition to the application was a sign they agreed with his arguments.
Only Speaker of Parliament Jacob Mudenda reportedly deposited his notice to oppose Nyathi's application.
"The main issues for determination are the constitutionality of actions or behaviour of members of the 3rd respondent (the Zimbabwe Defence Forces) under the stewardship or command of 2nd respondent (Chiwenga) during the period from 13th November leading the resignation of the 5th respondent (Mugabe) from the office of President of Zimbabwe," said Nyathi.
Mugabe was placed under house arrest by the military during the operation the military argued was for his own good.
However, Nyathi argues in his application that this move actually inhibited the former President from executing his executive duties.
The military, Nyathi avers, also institutionally deployed itself, in the process, violating section 213 of the Constitution.
Speaker Mudenda, according to Nyathi, also failed in his duty to protect the Constitution as provided for in Section 119 while Chiwenga's attending of the Zanu PF extraordinary congress last year was also a violation of the Constitution.