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Thursday, February 22, 2007
Yeah!
After years of testing and planning, Jenny's school, Evergreen Park World Studies Elementary, finally made it as an International Baccalaureate school.
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Two Tough Questions
Question 1:
If you knew a woman who was pregnant, who had 8 kids already, three who were deaf, two who were blind, one mentally retarded, and she had syphilis, would you recommend that she have an abortion?
Read the next question before looking at the response for this one.
Question 2:
It is time to elect a new world leader, and only your vote counts. Here are the facts about the three candidates.
Candidate A.
Associates with crooked politicians, and consults with astrologist. He's had two mistresses. He also chain smokes and drinks 8 to 10 martinis a day.
Candidate B.
He was kicked out of office twice, sleeps until noon, used opium in college and drinks a quart of whiskey every evening.
Candidate C
He is a decorated war hero. He's a vegetarian, doesn't smoke, drinks an occasional beer and never cheated on his wife.
Which of these candidates would be our choice? Decide first... no peeking, then scroll down for the response.
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Candidate A is Franklin D. Roosevelt.
Candidate B is Winston Churchill.
Candidate C is Adolph Hitler.
And, by the way, on your answer to the abortion question: If you said YES, you just killed Beethoven.
Pretty interesting isn't it? Makes a person think before judging someone.
Wait till you see the end of this note! Keep reading..
Never be afraid to try something new. Remember: Amateurs...built the ark. Professionals..built the Titanic
And Finally, can you imagine working for a company that has a little more than 500 employees and has the following statistics:
* 29 have been accused of spousal abuse
* 7 have been arrested for fraud
* 19 have been accused of writing bad checks
* 117 have directly or indirectly bankrupted at
least 2 businesses
* 3 have done time for assault
* 71 cannot get a credit card due to bad credit
* 14 have been arrested on drug-related charges
* 8 have been arrested for shoplifting
* 21 are currently defendants in lawsuits
* 84 have been arrested for drunk driving in the
last year...
Can you guess which organization this is?
Give up yet?
It's the 535 members of the United States Congress. The same group that crank out hundreds of new laws each year designed to keep the rest of us in line.
Submitted by: Janelle
If you knew a woman who was pregnant, who had 8 kids already, three who were deaf, two who were blind, one mentally retarded, and she had syphilis, would you recommend that she have an abortion?
Read the next question before looking at the response for this one.
Question 2:
It is time to elect a new world leader, and only your vote counts. Here are the facts about the three candidates.
Candidate A.
Associates with crooked politicians, and consults with astrologist. He's had two mistresses. He also chain smokes and drinks 8 to 10 martinis a day.
Candidate B.
He was kicked out of office twice, sleeps until noon, used opium in college and drinks a quart of whiskey every evening.
Candidate C
He is a decorated war hero. He's a vegetarian, doesn't smoke, drinks an occasional beer and never cheated on his wife.
Which of these candidates would be our choice? Decide first... no peeking, then scroll down for the response.
-------------------------------------------------------------
Candidate A is Franklin D. Roosevelt.
Candidate B is Winston Churchill.
Candidate C is Adolph Hitler.
And, by the way, on your answer to the abortion question: If you said YES, you just killed Beethoven.
Pretty interesting isn't it? Makes a person think before judging someone.
Wait till you see the end of this note! Keep reading..
Never be afraid to try something new. Remember: Amateurs...built the ark. Professionals..built the Titanic
And Finally, can you imagine working for a company that has a little more than 500 employees and has the following statistics:
* 29 have been accused of spousal abuse
* 7 have been arrested for fraud
* 19 have been accused of writing bad checks
* 117 have directly or indirectly bankrupted at
least 2 businesses
* 3 have done time for assault
* 71 cannot get a credit card due to bad credit
* 14 have been arrested on drug-related charges
* 8 have been arrested for shoplifting
* 21 are currently defendants in lawsuits
* 84 have been arrested for drunk driving in the
last year...
Can you guess which organization this is?
Give up yet?
It's the 535 members of the United States Congress. The same group that crank out hundreds of new laws each year designed to keep the rest of us in line.
Submitted by: Janelle
Friday, February 16, 2007
UN Atomic Agency Launches Graphic New Radiation Symbol
The new supplementary
radiation warning symbol.
by Staff Writers
Vienna (AFP) Feb 15, 2007
The UN atomic agency on Thursday launched a new, more graphic symbol to denote dangerous radioactive material -- a skull and crossbones with a person running. The new design will stand alongside, rather than replace, the trefoil -- the original radiation symbol that resembles a kind of three-sail windmill, the International Atomic Energy Agency (IAEA) said in a statement.
More explanatory than the trefoil, "which has no intuitive meaning and little recognition beyond those educated in its significance," the new logo will "help reduce needless deaths and serious injuries from accidental exposure to large radioactive sources," the UN watchdog said.The symbol features an exit-sign-like pictogram of a person running, the skull and crossbones and radiation waves in a red triangle trimmed with black.
It will be attached to devices, including cancer treatment machines and food irradiators, that fall under the IAEA category of "dangerous sources capable of death or serious injury," the agency said.
The new symbol will be placed not on machines or on doors but on the actual source of radiation, "as a warning not to dismantle the device or to get any closer. It will not be visible under normal use, only if someone attempts to disassemble the device," the statement said.
The pictogram was designed for the illiterate and the poor, who are most often injured in radiation accidents. It was tested on young children and in 11 countries around the world "to ensure that its message of 'danger - stay away' was crystal clear and understood by all," the IAEA said.
Use of the symbol is still voluntary and the agency is working with manufacturers to have it placed on new machines and older ones that are brought in for servicing, IAEA radiation specialist Carolyn MacKenzie said.
Source: Agence France-Presse
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
It took two teams eight months. It was a feat of endurance, patience, pain, courage, bravery and diplomacy. Like the Seven Wonders of the Ancient World it was a task of Herculean proportions. Fifth century B.C. Greek historian Herodotus marvelled about some of the Wonders in the fifth century. I can assure you all that he would weep through his wooden (or stone) teeth if he could see this....
Submitted by: Sara
Submitted by: Sara
Monday, February 12, 2007
A woman lost control of her car yesterday after the mountains of trash in her sedan came down in an avalanche onto the vehicle’s accelerator.
West Yarmouth police were called to a Mobil gas station and found a car backed into a flower planter in the parking lot. The two responding officers, upon peering into the cherry red 2000 Ford Focus, found that it was filled from top to bottom with mounds of trash.
“I don’t know what the technical name of that disorder might be,” said Officer John Dimitres. “It’s a pretty unusual and extreme hoarding type of thing.”
The driver, Ann E. Biglin, claimed “several old coffee cups as well as assorted pieces of trash” had fallen onto the gas pedal while she was backing out of a parking spot at the West Yarmouth Post Office, according to police.
Officer Dimitres said he had even warned Biglin about similar situations like this in the past, but he could not avoid citing her this time around.
The Focus accelerated quickly, causing Biglin to lose control.
The sedan jumped the sidewalk, knocked over a light post and raced across Route 28, hitting a Ford Explorer. Biglin’s car finally ended up in the parking lot of the Mobil station across the street from the post office.
“She basically did an ‘S’ turn,” Officer Dimitres said. “Luckily no one was hurt in this caper.”
The Focus was towed away and Biglin was charged with impeded operation of a motor vehicle, negligent operation of a motor vehicle and failure to use care while backing.
Friday, February 09, 2007
Guest Blogging: A Bourdain Throwdown
NOBODY ASKED ME, BUT……
By Anthony Bourdain
I actually WATCH Food Network now and again, more often than not drawn in by the progressive horrors on screen. I find myself riveted by its awfulness, like watching a multi-car accident in slow motion. Mesmerized at the ascent of the Ready-Made bobblehead personalities, and the not-so-subtle shunting aside of the Old School chefs, I find myself de-constructing the not-terrible shows, imagining behind the scenes struggles and frustrations, and obsessing unhealthily on the Truly Awful ones. Screaming out loud at Sandra Lee in disbelief as she massacres another dish, then sits grinning, her face stretched into a terrifying rictus of faux cheer for the final triumphant presentation. I mourn for Mario..and Alton...Bobby and yes--even Emeril, nobly holding the fort while the TV empire he helped build crumbles like undercooked Bundt cake into a goo of Cheez Wiz around him.
Some thoughts on the Newer, Younger, More Male-Oriented, More Dumb-Ass Food Network:
ALTON BROWN: How did Alton slip inside the wire--and stay there all these years? He must have something on them. He’s smart. You actually learn something from his commentary. And I’ll admit it: I watch and enjoy Iron Chef America-in all its cheesy glory. Absolutely SHOCKED and thrilled when guys like Homaru Cantu show up as contestants--and delighted when Mario wins--again and again, forestalling his secretly long-planned execution. His commentary is mostly good. And that collar-bone snapping fall off the motorcycle on Feasting On Asphalt? Good television!
EMERIL: I’m actually grateful when I channel surf across his show. He’s STILL there--the original Behemoth. And I STILL find him unwatchable. As much mileage as I’ve gotten over the years, making fun of Emeril; he deserves a lot more respect than I’ve given him. He does run a very successful and very decent restaurant group. He is--in fact--a really nice guy. And-as much as I hate the show-- compared to the current crop of culinary non-entities, he looks like Escoffier. He will probably be the last of the Real Chefs. I’m sure they’re growing future replacement options in petrie dishes somewhere, conducting Top Secret focus groups at suburban malls with their latest Bright Young Hopeful. I’m just glad he’s still there--a rebuke to the geniuses who brought us such Great Ideas as Dweezil and Lisa.
BOBBY FLAY: They seem to have noticed Bobby’s strong “negatives” among some viewer responses during focus groups--and decided to respond by subjecting poor Bobby to THROWDOWN; the object of which is to allow every web-fingered geek with a backyard grill--or half-mad muffin maker to proclaim, “I beat Bobby Flay at makin’ barbeque!” at the heart-warming end of show--before returning to tend their meth labs.. I watched poor Bobby battle to a draw recently in some bogus Southwestern “Chili Face-Off.” Now…does ANYONE actually believe that Bobby Flay can’t make a better chili than a supermarket ground beef bearing amateur? I don’t. It’s a cruel exercise in humiliation. A variation on “Dunk Bozo” or “Shoot The Geek,” at the carnival. And whatever I might have thought of Flay’s previous TV efforts, I find the network’s misuse of one of their founding chefs to be nauseatingly cynical. The conspiratorial-minded might be tempted to suspect this as yet another part of the Secret Plan to rid themselves of the annoyingly big ticket chefs--by driving Bobby to quit--or insane with misery. He may not be Mr. Cuddlesworth, but he’s a successful businessman and a good chef--and he doesn’t, after all, need this shit.
MARIO!
Oh, Mario! Oh great one! They shut down Molto Mario--only the smartest and best of the stand-up cooking shows. Is there any more egregiously under-used, criminally mishandled, dismissively treated chef on television? Relegated to the circus of Iron Chef America, where--like a great, toothless lion, fouling his cage, he hangs on--and on--a major draw (and often the only reason to watch the show). How I would like to see him unchained, free to make the television shows he’s capable of, the Real Mario--in all his Rabelasian brilliance. How I would love to hear the snapping bones of his cruel FN ringmasters, crunching between his mighty jaws! Let us see the cloven hooves beneath those cheery clogs! Let Mario be Mario!
THAT ACE OF CAKES GUY: Hey…He’s got talent! And..he seems to be a trained chef! And he’s really making food--and selling it in a real business! I think…I like it! If I have one reservation, it’s that I have no idea if the stuff actually TASTES good. It LOOKS really creative and quirky--and I’m interested but…I mean...it’s like construction going on over there from what we’re told and shown. One suspects that the producers don’t want to waste valuable time talking about anything so technical as food--on “Food” Network. I mean...what’s in those cakes, beneath the icing and marzipan and fondant? That said, it’s the only “kicky, new, cutting edge, in-your-face” hopeful they’ve managed to trot out of any quality in memory. Hope it lasts. Wait till they try and put the poor bastard on a pony--or do a “Tailgate Special” with the usual suspects. Or a “Thanksgiving Special” where he has to sit down with the bobbleheads and pretend to like it. On balance, it’s still probably the best new project they’ve come up with in a long, long time.
GIADA: What’s going on here!? Giada can actually cook! She was robbed in her bout versus Rachael Ray on ICA. ROBBED! And Food Net seems more interested in her enormous head (big head equals big ratings. Really!) and her cleavage--than the fact that she’s likeable, knows what she’s doing in an Italian kitchen--and makes food you’d actually want to eat. The new high concept Weekend Getaway show is a horrible, tired re-cap of the cheap-ass “Best Of” and “40 Dollar a Day” formula. Send host to empty restaurant. Watch them make crappy food for her. Have her take a few lonely, awkward stabs at the plate, then feign enjoyment with appropriately orgasmic eye-closing and moaning..Before spitting it out and rushing to the trailer. Send her to Italy and let her cook. She’s good at it.
RACHAEL: Complain all you want. It’s like railing against the pounding surf. She only grows stronger and more powerful. Her ear-shattering tones louder and louder. We KNOW she can’t cook. She shrewdly tells us so. So...what is she selling us? Really? She’s selling us satisfaction, the smug reassurance that mediocrity is quite enough. She’s a friendly, familiar face who appears regularly on our screens to tell us that “Even your dumb, lazy ass can cook this!” Wallowing in your own crapulence on your Cheeto-littered couch you watch her and think, “Hell…I could do that. I ain’t gonna…but I could--if I wanted! Now where’s my damn jug a Diet Pepsi?” Where the saintly Julia Child sought to raise expectations, to enlighten us, make us better--teach us--and in fact, did, Rachael uses her strange and terrible powers to narcotize her public with her hypnotic mantra of Yummo and Evoo and Sammys. “You’re doing just fine. You don’t even have to chop an onion--you can buy it already chopped. Aspire to nothing…Just sit there. Have another Triscuit…Sleep….sleep….”
PAULA DEEN: I’m reluctant to bash what seems to be a nice old lady. Even if her supporting cast is beginning to look like the Hills Have Eyes--and her food a True Buffet of Horrors. A recent Hawaii show was indistinguishable from an early John Waters film. And the food on a par with the last scene of Pink Flamingos. But I’d like to see her mad. Like her look-alike, Divine in the classic, “Female Trouble.“ Paula Deen on a Baltimore Killing Spree would be something to see. Let her get Rachael in a headlock--and it’s all over.
SANDRA LEE: Pure evil. This frightening Hell Spawn of Kathie Lee and Betty Crocker seems on a mission to kill her fans, one meal at a time. She Must Be Stopped. Her death-dealing can-opening ways will cut a swath of destruction through the world if not contained. I would likely be arrested if I suggested on television that any children watching should promptly go to a wooded area with a gun and harm themselves. What’s the difference between that and Sandra suggesting we fill our mouths with Ritz Crackers, jam a can of Cheez Wiz in after and press hard? None that I can see. This is simply irresponsible programming. Its only possible use might be as a psychological warfare strategy against the resurgent Taliban--or dangerous insurgent groups. A large-racked blonde repeatedly urging Afghans and angry Iraqis to stuff themseles with fatty, processed American foods might be just the weapon we need to win the war on terror.
AND FINALLY: Some IRON CHEF AMERICA match-ups I’d REALLY like to see:
* Mario Batali (with one arm tied behind his back--and drunk) vs. Regina Schrambling
* Michael Ruhlman, swacked on Ripple, vs. John Mariani-- in a Charcuterie Challenge
* Grant Achatz vs. That Guy In Australia Who Ripped off his recipes as his own
* Marco Pierre White vs. Gordon Ramsay
* Charlie Trotter vs. Martin Picard (Chicken Livers vs. Foie Gras)
* Chris Cosentino, Fergus Henderson, Martin Picard vs. Alain Passard, Roxanne Klein and Charlie Trotter (Cooked vs. Raw Challenge)
* Martha Stewart vs. Rachael Ray (bare knuckle cage match)
* Ducasse vs. Robuchon
* “Mikey” from Top Chef vs. Sandra Lee
Video Gold!
By Anthony Bourdain
I actually WATCH Food Network now and again, more often than not drawn in by the progressive horrors on screen. I find myself riveted by its awfulness, like watching a multi-car accident in slow motion. Mesmerized at the ascent of the Ready-Made bobblehead personalities, and the not-so-subtle shunting aside of the Old School chefs, I find myself de-constructing the not-terrible shows, imagining behind the scenes struggles and frustrations, and obsessing unhealthily on the Truly Awful ones. Screaming out loud at Sandra Lee in disbelief as she massacres another dish, then sits grinning, her face stretched into a terrifying rictus of faux cheer for the final triumphant presentation. I mourn for Mario..and Alton...Bobby and yes--even Emeril, nobly holding the fort while the TV empire he helped build crumbles like undercooked Bundt cake into a goo of Cheez Wiz around him.
Some thoughts on the Newer, Younger, More Male-Oriented, More Dumb-Ass Food Network:
ALTON BROWN: How did Alton slip inside the wire--and stay there all these years? He must have something on them. He’s smart. You actually learn something from his commentary. And I’ll admit it: I watch and enjoy Iron Chef America-in all its cheesy glory. Absolutely SHOCKED and thrilled when guys like Homaru Cantu show up as contestants--and delighted when Mario wins--again and again, forestalling his secretly long-planned execution. His commentary is mostly good. And that collar-bone snapping fall off the motorcycle on Feasting On Asphalt? Good television!
EMERIL: I’m actually grateful when I channel surf across his show. He’s STILL there--the original Behemoth. And I STILL find him unwatchable. As much mileage as I’ve gotten over the years, making fun of Emeril; he deserves a lot more respect than I’ve given him. He does run a very successful and very decent restaurant group. He is--in fact--a really nice guy. And-as much as I hate the show-- compared to the current crop of culinary non-entities, he looks like Escoffier. He will probably be the last of the Real Chefs. I’m sure they’re growing future replacement options in petrie dishes somewhere, conducting Top Secret focus groups at suburban malls with their latest Bright Young Hopeful. I’m just glad he’s still there--a rebuke to the geniuses who brought us such Great Ideas as Dweezil and Lisa.
BOBBY FLAY: They seem to have noticed Bobby’s strong “negatives” among some viewer responses during focus groups--and decided to respond by subjecting poor Bobby to THROWDOWN; the object of which is to allow every web-fingered geek with a backyard grill--or half-mad muffin maker to proclaim, “I beat Bobby Flay at makin’ barbeque!” at the heart-warming end of show--before returning to tend their meth labs.. I watched poor Bobby battle to a draw recently in some bogus Southwestern “Chili Face-Off.” Now…does ANYONE actually believe that Bobby Flay can’t make a better chili than a supermarket ground beef bearing amateur? I don’t. It’s a cruel exercise in humiliation. A variation on “Dunk Bozo” or “Shoot The Geek,” at the carnival. And whatever I might have thought of Flay’s previous TV efforts, I find the network’s misuse of one of their founding chefs to be nauseatingly cynical. The conspiratorial-minded might be tempted to suspect this as yet another part of the Secret Plan to rid themselves of the annoyingly big ticket chefs--by driving Bobby to quit--or insane with misery. He may not be Mr. Cuddlesworth, but he’s a successful businessman and a good chef--and he doesn’t, after all, need this shit.
MARIO!
Oh, Mario! Oh great one! They shut down Molto Mario--only the smartest and best of the stand-up cooking shows. Is there any more egregiously under-used, criminally mishandled, dismissively treated chef on television? Relegated to the circus of Iron Chef America, where--like a great, toothless lion, fouling his cage, he hangs on--and on--a major draw (and often the only reason to watch the show). How I would like to see him unchained, free to make the television shows he’s capable of, the Real Mario--in all his Rabelasian brilliance. How I would love to hear the snapping bones of his cruel FN ringmasters, crunching between his mighty jaws! Let us see the cloven hooves beneath those cheery clogs! Let Mario be Mario!
THAT ACE OF CAKES GUY: Hey…He’s got talent! And..he seems to be a trained chef! And he’s really making food--and selling it in a real business! I think…I like it! If I have one reservation, it’s that I have no idea if the stuff actually TASTES good. It LOOKS really creative and quirky--and I’m interested but…I mean...it’s like construction going on over there from what we’re told and shown. One suspects that the producers don’t want to waste valuable time talking about anything so technical as food--on “Food” Network. I mean...what’s in those cakes, beneath the icing and marzipan and fondant? That said, it’s the only “kicky, new, cutting edge, in-your-face” hopeful they’ve managed to trot out of any quality in memory. Hope it lasts. Wait till they try and put the poor bastard on a pony--or do a “Tailgate Special” with the usual suspects. Or a “Thanksgiving Special” where he has to sit down with the bobbleheads and pretend to like it. On balance, it’s still probably the best new project they’ve come up with in a long, long time.
GIADA: What’s going on here!? Giada can actually cook! She was robbed in her bout versus Rachael Ray on ICA. ROBBED! And Food Net seems more interested in her enormous head (big head equals big ratings. Really!) and her cleavage--than the fact that she’s likeable, knows what she’s doing in an Italian kitchen--and makes food you’d actually want to eat. The new high concept Weekend Getaway show is a horrible, tired re-cap of the cheap-ass “Best Of” and “40 Dollar a Day” formula. Send host to empty restaurant. Watch them make crappy food for her. Have her take a few lonely, awkward stabs at the plate, then feign enjoyment with appropriately orgasmic eye-closing and moaning..Before spitting it out and rushing to the trailer. Send her to Italy and let her cook. She’s good at it.
RACHAEL: Complain all you want. It’s like railing against the pounding surf. She only grows stronger and more powerful. Her ear-shattering tones louder and louder. We KNOW she can’t cook. She shrewdly tells us so. So...what is she selling us? Really? She’s selling us satisfaction, the smug reassurance that mediocrity is quite enough. She’s a friendly, familiar face who appears regularly on our screens to tell us that “Even your dumb, lazy ass can cook this!” Wallowing in your own crapulence on your Cheeto-littered couch you watch her and think, “Hell…I could do that. I ain’t gonna…but I could--if I wanted! Now where’s my damn jug a Diet Pepsi?” Where the saintly Julia Child sought to raise expectations, to enlighten us, make us better--teach us--and in fact, did, Rachael uses her strange and terrible powers to narcotize her public with her hypnotic mantra of Yummo and Evoo and Sammys. “You’re doing just fine. You don’t even have to chop an onion--you can buy it already chopped. Aspire to nothing…Just sit there. Have another Triscuit…Sleep….sleep….”
PAULA DEEN: I’m reluctant to bash what seems to be a nice old lady. Even if her supporting cast is beginning to look like the Hills Have Eyes--and her food a True Buffet of Horrors. A recent Hawaii show was indistinguishable from an early John Waters film. And the food on a par with the last scene of Pink Flamingos. But I’d like to see her mad. Like her look-alike, Divine in the classic, “Female Trouble.“ Paula Deen on a Baltimore Killing Spree would be something to see. Let her get Rachael in a headlock--and it’s all over.
SANDRA LEE: Pure evil. This frightening Hell Spawn of Kathie Lee and Betty Crocker seems on a mission to kill her fans, one meal at a time. She Must Be Stopped. Her death-dealing can-opening ways will cut a swath of destruction through the world if not contained. I would likely be arrested if I suggested on television that any children watching should promptly go to a wooded area with a gun and harm themselves. What’s the difference between that and Sandra suggesting we fill our mouths with Ritz Crackers, jam a can of Cheez Wiz in after and press hard? None that I can see. This is simply irresponsible programming. Its only possible use might be as a psychological warfare strategy against the resurgent Taliban--or dangerous insurgent groups. A large-racked blonde repeatedly urging Afghans and angry Iraqis to stuff themseles with fatty, processed American foods might be just the weapon we need to win the war on terror.
AND FINALLY: Some IRON CHEF AMERICA match-ups I’d REALLY like to see:
* Mario Batali (with one arm tied behind his back--and drunk) vs. Regina Schrambling
* Michael Ruhlman, swacked on Ripple, vs. John Mariani-- in a Charcuterie Challenge
* Grant Achatz vs. That Guy In Australia Who Ripped off his recipes as his own
* Marco Pierre White vs. Gordon Ramsay
* Charlie Trotter vs. Martin Picard (Chicken Livers vs. Foie Gras)
* Chris Cosentino, Fergus Henderson, Martin Picard vs. Alain Passard, Roxanne Klein and Charlie Trotter (Cooked vs. Raw Challenge)
* Martha Stewart vs. Rachael Ray (bare knuckle cage match)
* Ducasse vs. Robuchon
* “Mikey” from Top Chef vs. Sandra Lee
Video Gold!
Play's Controversial Title Leads To Complaints, Change
POSTED: 11:08 pm EST February 6, 2007
ATLANTIC BEACH, Fla. -- A modified marquee in Atlantic Beach has been drawing some attention. "Hoohaa" replaced a word in the title of a play after a driver complained about finding the previous wording offensive.
The marquis for Atlantic Theaters advertises a number of plays including, the Masquerade Ball, Band Jam, and now The Hoohaa Monologues.
Some said hoohaa is a strange word and that its definition depends on its context, while others said it sounds like a country band. However, it's not a band at all. In fact, most people know hoohah by a different name -- vagina.
"We got a complaint about this play The Vagina Monologues," said Bryce Pfanenstiel, of the Atlantic Theater. The Hoohah Monologues is a replacement title for The Vagina Monologues -- a well-known play about that part of the female body.
"We decided we would just use child slang for it. That's how we decided on Hoohah Monologues," Pfanenstiel said. They did this after a driver who saw it complained to the theater, saying she was upset that her niece saw it. "I'm on the phone and asked 'What did you tell her?' She's like, 'I'm offended I had to answer the question,'" Pfanenstiel said.
Some parents said they applaud the title change.
The theater said they're trying not to offend anyone, but the publicity doesn't hurt.
"We hope people understand we're trying to do the right thing. But as far as doing it for attention, we're a comedy club, we do all kinds of shenanigans," Pfanenstiel said.
The play is being brought to the theater by a group of law school students and all of the proceeds are going to various charity organizations.
The director of the play said she was going to ask the theater and comedy club to return the title back to its original name.
Copyright 2007 by News4Jax.com. All rights reserved.
ATLANTIC BEACH, Fla. -- A modified marquee in Atlantic Beach has been drawing some attention. "Hoohaa" replaced a word in the title of a play after a driver complained about finding the previous wording offensive.
The marquis for Atlantic Theaters advertises a number of plays including, the Masquerade Ball, Band Jam, and now The Hoohaa Monologues.
Some said hoohaa is a strange word and that its definition depends on its context, while others said it sounds like a country band. However, it's not a band at all. In fact, most people know hoohah by a different name -- vagina.
"We got a complaint about this play The Vagina Monologues," said Bryce Pfanenstiel, of the Atlantic Theater. The Hoohah Monologues is a replacement title for The Vagina Monologues -- a well-known play about that part of the female body.
"We decided we would just use child slang for it. That's how we decided on Hoohah Monologues," Pfanenstiel said. They did this after a driver who saw it complained to the theater, saying she was upset that her niece saw it. "I'm on the phone and asked 'What did you tell her?' She's like, 'I'm offended I had to answer the question,'" Pfanenstiel said.
Some parents said they applaud the title change.
The theater said they're trying not to offend anyone, but the publicity doesn't hurt.
"We hope people understand we're trying to do the right thing. But as far as doing it for attention, we're a comedy club, we do all kinds of shenanigans," Pfanenstiel said.
The play is being brought to the theater by a group of law school students and all of the proceeds are going to various charity organizations.
The director of the play said she was going to ask the theater and comedy club to return the title back to its original name.
Copyright 2007 by News4Jax.com. All rights reserved.
Thursday, February 08, 2007
Please look at the picture
Please look at the picture, read what her mother says, then forward his message on.
Maybe if everyone passes this on, someone will see this child. That is how the girl from Stevens Point was found by circulation of her picture on tv. The internet circulate s even overseas,South America , and Canada etc. Thanks
Please pass this to everyone in your address book.
We have a Deli manager (Acme Markets) from Philadelphia , Pa who has a 13 year old daughter who has been missing for 2 weeks. Keep the picture moving on. With GOD on her side she will be found.
"I am asking you all, begging you to please
forward this email on to anyone and everyone you know,PLEASE. My 13 year old girl, Ashley Flores, is missing. She has been missing for now two weeks.
It is still not too late. Please help us. If anyone any where knows anything, please contact me at: helpfindAshleyFlores@yahoocom
I am including a picture of her.
All prayers are appreciated!! "
It only takes 2 seconds to forward this.
If it was your child, you would want all the help you could get.
Submitted by: Janelle
Hello family and friends,
As I am writing this we are heading for the Antarctic which we will see in two days. My journey started from Copenhagen with a 36 hour flight to New Zealand, via London, Bangkok and Sydney. It was slightly difficult to get through immigration in New Zealand on a one-way ticket, but after convincing them that I was going on an expedition to the Antarctic and flying home from Chile in 6 weeks, they let me pass. The next hurdle was customs. I had two large suitcases, which they had me put through one of these x-ray machines. My first suitcase went through without comments, but my next, it was full of shoes and boots. They are very strict with boots and shoes down there. Next to drugs (and crumbs in the bed), they hate boots! I had to explain that they were all brand new, that I was going on an expedition, that I was a film producer and that I needed those boots to make a commercial for the sponsor! They finally believed me. You know, nobody brings a suitcase full of shoes unless they have a good reason!
I only had one night in New Zealand until the ship arrived, so I slept and relaxed and got rid of my jet lag. The next morning I was at the harbor ready to meet the vessel. More men in uniforms greeted me! It was a restricted area! 'But I am going to welcome the large warship entering the harbor right now'! Then they had to check all kinds of lists and make several phone calls. In the meantime, more and more people were gathering around the uniforms, all to welcome the ship, so finally they let me through. It was fantastic seeing the ship again, but this time with an entirely new crew. The only crew member I knew was the captain. Of course I knew most of the scientists, and we had many things to catch up on that day, since we last saw eachother in South Africa.
The following day I went on a tour with half the crew. We got to see some of New Zealand. It was definitely for boys! First we sailed in high speed jet boats up a canyon - really a lot of fun sailing 40 miles/hour close to the cliffs. This kind of boat only needs one inch of water, so it was up and down and around in the rapids. After that we ate BBQ at a sheep farm. Once our stomachs were full we continued up in the mountain in huge 4x4's. We came up to a peak 3000 feet above sea level with a great view. 2 hours later we were back on the road, heading home with sore butts.
The next day we rented a car and four of us started out at 6am to make a 600 mile expedition down south. We had heard about an albatros colony and places where we could get close to penquins and seals. It was rainy and cold and it became a long day. We saw the albatrosses, got few feet from a seal, saw many other sea birds, but no penquins (they are out to the sea during the day).
On my third day I went with a friend to swim with dolphins. I have always been against this kind of entertainment. Some people even get a spiritual experience out of it. Bul..hit. The reason I accepted this tour was that it was with wild dolphins in an open bay. We were simply dumped in the water and the animals came by themselves. I was a bit afraid. Dolphins can be very nasty and they kill more people than sharks. Anyway when they came over to the boat our guide asked who wanted to be first, and by then I was so hot in my wet suit that I just jumped right in. We were told to make funny noises or sing in order to get them to come close. There I was in the middle of the cold water singing and the dolphins came over very fast. At the first encounter I felt a burst of adrenaline rushing through my body. They swam fast and extremely close, actually just inches. We spend an hour in the water with them, it was fun and something to remember, but to be honest I was scared the whole time. They can be so brutal and I never trusted them fully. They are the bikers of the sea, not at all smart. They are just perfectly adapted to their environment. After this experience we went straight back to the ship and left New Zealand the very same evening. Yeah, I think I made good use of my short time there.
We were all excited finally going on the expedition of our life. You can buy trips to almost anywhere in the world, but not where we were going, and we all know and appreciate that. So far we have been lucky with the weather. When it is bad weather you want to cross as fast as possible to get through. When it is good weather you also want to cross as fast as possible because you know the bad weather will come!
The scientists on board have been doing research along the way taking many water samples and fishing where nobody else has ever fished. We made a short stop at the Antipod Islands, where we had received a very rare permission to go on land. Last time somebody was there was in 1999! The fog was dense and covered an area the size of Europe, so it was possible the whole thing would be cancelled. We were all dissapointed, but we just had to wait and see. I was in line in the second zodiac. Suddenly the sky opened and a hole was formed in the mist. We could sea this pristine island. It is the cleanest place on the planet, and the researchers were eager to go and get samples for compariosons. We knew that there were sea elephants, we could see them, and in the water around the ship the penquins were fishing and looking at us. Finally only one zodiac could go and I let my photographer do this. While wathcing from the distance I participated in the fishing and the research. We also used regular fishing poles and trawls to get as many samples as possible. The guys in the 1st zodiac came back smelling of penquin poop but so happy. On the ship we also got good results. We caught a fish that nobody has ever seen!
After half a day there we continued. We did a lot of filming and photographing there of course, and the news programs at home liked everything we made for them. These were very hectic days for us, the TVcrew. Since then we have been teaming towards the Antarctic peninsula and mainland. In two days we will reach our first stop there, an American research base called Palmer Station. From there we will try to go to Deception Island and then the mainland.
It's a long adventure. I miss Michelle and Nikolai and Frida and Freja, but it's great we have Skype so we can communicate every day. There will be some days, maybe in a week or so, where we will be so far south that we can't reach any satellites.
The best wishes from the Antarctic, Bo
Kreativ direktør Bo
As I am writing this we are heading for the Antarctic which we will see in two days. My journey started from Copenhagen with a 36 hour flight to New Zealand, via London, Bangkok and Sydney. It was slightly difficult to get through immigration in New Zealand on a one-way ticket, but after convincing them that I was going on an expedition to the Antarctic and flying home from Chile in 6 weeks, they let me pass. The next hurdle was customs. I had two large suitcases, which they had me put through one of these x-ray machines. My first suitcase went through without comments, but my next, it was full of shoes and boots. They are very strict with boots and shoes down there. Next to drugs (and crumbs in the bed), they hate boots! I had to explain that they were all brand new, that I was going on an expedition, that I was a film producer and that I needed those boots to make a commercial for the sponsor! They finally believed me. You know, nobody brings a suitcase full of shoes unless they have a good reason!
I only had one night in New Zealand until the ship arrived, so I slept and relaxed and got rid of my jet lag. The next morning I was at the harbor ready to meet the vessel. More men in uniforms greeted me! It was a restricted area! 'But I am going to welcome the large warship entering the harbor right now'! Then they had to check all kinds of lists and make several phone calls. In the meantime, more and more people were gathering around the uniforms, all to welcome the ship, so finally they let me through. It was fantastic seeing the ship again, but this time with an entirely new crew. The only crew member I knew was the captain. Of course I knew most of the scientists, and we had many things to catch up on that day, since we last saw eachother in South Africa.
The following day I went on a tour with half the crew. We got to see some of New Zealand. It was definitely for boys! First we sailed in high speed jet boats up a canyon - really a lot of fun sailing 40 miles/hour close to the cliffs. This kind of boat only needs one inch of water, so it was up and down and around in the rapids. After that we ate BBQ at a sheep farm. Once our stomachs were full we continued up in the mountain in huge 4x4's. We came up to a peak 3000 feet above sea level with a great view. 2 hours later we were back on the road, heading home with sore butts.
The next day we rented a car and four of us started out at 6am to make a 600 mile expedition down south. We had heard about an albatros colony and places where we could get close to penquins and seals. It was rainy and cold and it became a long day. We saw the albatrosses, got few feet from a seal, saw many other sea birds, but no penquins (they are out to the sea during the day).
On my third day I went with a friend to swim with dolphins. I have always been against this kind of entertainment. Some people even get a spiritual experience out of it. Bul..hit. The reason I accepted this tour was that it was with wild dolphins in an open bay. We were simply dumped in the water and the animals came by themselves. I was a bit afraid. Dolphins can be very nasty and they kill more people than sharks. Anyway when they came over to the boat our guide asked who wanted to be first, and by then I was so hot in my wet suit that I just jumped right in. We were told to make funny noises or sing in order to get them to come close. There I was in the middle of the cold water singing and the dolphins came over very fast. At the first encounter I felt a burst of adrenaline rushing through my body. They swam fast and extremely close, actually just inches. We spend an hour in the water with them, it was fun and something to remember, but to be honest I was scared the whole time. They can be so brutal and I never trusted them fully. They are the bikers of the sea, not at all smart. They are just perfectly adapted to their environment. After this experience we went straight back to the ship and left New Zealand the very same evening. Yeah, I think I made good use of my short time there.
We were all excited finally going on the expedition of our life. You can buy trips to almost anywhere in the world, but not where we were going, and we all know and appreciate that. So far we have been lucky with the weather. When it is bad weather you want to cross as fast as possible to get through. When it is good weather you also want to cross as fast as possible because you know the bad weather will come!
The scientists on board have been doing research along the way taking many water samples and fishing where nobody else has ever fished. We made a short stop at the Antipod Islands, where we had received a very rare permission to go on land. Last time somebody was there was in 1999! The fog was dense and covered an area the size of Europe, so it was possible the whole thing would be cancelled. We were all dissapointed, but we just had to wait and see. I was in line in the second zodiac. Suddenly the sky opened and a hole was formed in the mist. We could sea this pristine island. It is the cleanest place on the planet, and the researchers were eager to go and get samples for compariosons. We knew that there were sea elephants, we could see them, and in the water around the ship the penquins were fishing and looking at us. Finally only one zodiac could go and I let my photographer do this. While wathcing from the distance I participated in the fishing and the research. We also used regular fishing poles and trawls to get as many samples as possible. The guys in the 1st zodiac came back smelling of penquin poop but so happy. On the ship we also got good results. We caught a fish that nobody has ever seen!
After half a day there we continued. We did a lot of filming and photographing there of course, and the news programs at home liked everything we made for them. These were very hectic days for us, the TVcrew. Since then we have been teaming towards the Antarctic peninsula and mainland. In two days we will reach our first stop there, an American research base called Palmer Station. From there we will try to go to Deception Island and then the mainland.
It's a long adventure. I miss Michelle and Nikolai and Frida and Freja, but it's great we have Skype so we can communicate every day. There will be some days, maybe in a week or so, where we will be so far south that we can't reach any satellites.
The best wishes from the Antarctic, Bo
Kreativ direktør Bo
Thursday, February 01, 2007
Summary of Life
GREAT TRUTHS THAT LITTLE CHILDREN HAVE LEARNED:
1) No matter how hard you try, you can't baptise cats.
2) When your Mum is mad at your Dad, don't let her brush your hair.
3) If your sister hits you, don't hit her back. They always catch the second person.
4) Never ask your 3-year old brother to hold a tomato.
5) You can't trust dogs to watch your food.
6) Don't sneeze when someone is cutting your hair.
7) Never hold a Dust-Buster and a cat at the same time.
8) You can't hide a piece of broccoli in a glass of milk.
9) Don't wear polka-dot underwear under white shorts.
10) The best place to be when you're sad is nana's lap.
GREAT TRUTHS THAT ADULTS HAVE LEARNED:
1) Raising teenagers is like nailing jelly to a tree.
2) Wrinkles don't hurt.
3) Families are like fudge...mostly sweet, with a few nuts.
4) Today's mighty oak is just yesterday's nut that held its ground.
5) Laughing is good exercise. It's like jogging on the inside.
6) Middle age is when you choose your cereal for the fiber, not the toy.
GREAT TRUTHS ABOUT GROWING OLD
1) Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional.
2) Forget the health food. I need all the preservatives I can get.
3) When you fall down, you wonder what else you can do while you're down there.
4) You're getting old when you get the same sensation from a rocking chair that you once got from a roller coaster.
5) It's frustrating when you know all the answers but nobody bothers to ask you the questions.
6) Time may be a great healer, but it's a lousy beautician.
THE FOUR STAGES OF LIFE:
1) You believe in Santa Claus.
2) You don't believe in Santa Claus.
3) You are Santa Claus.
4) You look like Santa Claus.
SUCCESS:
At age 4 success is . . . not piddling in your pants.
At age 12 success is . . . having friends..
At age 17 success is . . . having a drivers licence.
At age 35 success is . . . having money.
At age 50 success is . . . having money.
At age 70 success is . . . having a drivers licence.
At age 75 success is . . . having friends.
At age 80 success is . . . not piddling in your pants.
1) No matter how hard you try, you can't baptise cats.
2) When your Mum is mad at your Dad, don't let her brush your hair.
3) If your sister hits you, don't hit her back. They always catch the second person.
4) Never ask your 3-year old brother to hold a tomato.
5) You can't trust dogs to watch your food.
6) Don't sneeze when someone is cutting your hair.
7) Never hold a Dust-Buster and a cat at the same time.
8) You can't hide a piece of broccoli in a glass of milk.
9) Don't wear polka-dot underwear under white shorts.
10) The best place to be when you're sad is nana's lap.
GREAT TRUTHS THAT ADULTS HAVE LEARNED:
1) Raising teenagers is like nailing jelly to a tree.
2) Wrinkles don't hurt.
3) Families are like fudge...mostly sweet, with a few nuts.
4) Today's mighty oak is just yesterday's nut that held its ground.
5) Laughing is good exercise. It's like jogging on the inside.
6) Middle age is when you choose your cereal for the fiber, not the toy.
GREAT TRUTHS ABOUT GROWING OLD
1) Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional.
2) Forget the health food. I need all the preservatives I can get.
3) When you fall down, you wonder what else you can do while you're down there.
4) You're getting old when you get the same sensation from a rocking chair that you once got from a roller coaster.
5) It's frustrating when you know all the answers but nobody bothers to ask you the questions.
6) Time may be a great healer, but it's a lousy beautician.
THE FOUR STAGES OF LIFE:
1) You believe in Santa Claus.
2) You don't believe in Santa Claus.
3) You are Santa Claus.
4) You look like Santa Claus.
SUCCESS:
At age 4 success is . . . not piddling in your pants.
At age 12 success is . . . having friends..
At age 17 success is . . . having a drivers licence.
At age 35 success is . . . having money.
At age 50 success is . . . having money.
At age 70 success is . . . having a drivers licence.
At age 75 success is . . . having friends.
At age 80 success is . . . not piddling in your pants.
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