Throughout the United States, many people attend Church. Followed by a “Sunday dinner”.
When I grew up in the 1960’s and 1970’s, a “Sunday dinner” was a family event. Usually semi-formal. With about once a month consisting of a visit to my grandparents.
A semi-formal “Sunday Dinner” is perhaps one of the most important elements of a traditional family, and one that I consider to be of upmost importance in family unity.
Later on, once I was married and attended more active churches. In these churches, we would tend to eat a “Sunday dinner” together in a local restaurant, usually a large buffet meal.
Still, these events were always community-building and family enriching activity.
Here in China, the typical Sunday includes hitting the Dim Sum restaurant. In fact, I will say this is the most Chinese style event that all Chinese families experience.
Here’s what the food looks like. It’s steamed mini-packages of different tastes…
It’s standing room only at these places, and families and friends gather at these enormously round tables to drink tea, and hard alcohol, eat portions of the Guangdong Dim Sum and just enjoy their fellowship with others.
The food is brought about in carts of steaming bamboo trays.
It’s certainly different from the experiences of the ‘States, but charming never the less.
I see videos of people who visit China, but they rarely recount a Dim Sum dinner, a KTV party, or their experience in a Chinese movie theater. Things, I believe helps you to understand the “real” Chinese experience.
Dim Sum.
Yummy.
Today…
By John Perry – June 28, 2024 1
[Source: Georgia Today]
Politicians in the small Caucasian nation of Georgia have been sanctioned by Washington for “undermining democracy” and depriving Georgian people of “fundamental freedoms,” simply because its parliament has passed a law to control foreign influence over Georgian politics.
Politicians in another small country, Nicaragua, were subjected to U.S. sanctions for doing the same. Although the two countries are very different, there are striking similarities in the ways that Washington and its allies have striven to undermine their sovereignty.
In both cases, legislation to limit foreign influence followed coup attempts against popularly elected governments. The governing Georgian Dream Party, having won three elections since 2012, has survived two U.S.-orchestrated coup attempts since 2020..
Nicaragua’s ruling Sandinista Party had also won three elections in 12 years when a coup was thwarted in 2018 (it has since won another election, in 2021). Both countries’ governments found that non-governmental organizations (NGOs) financed from abroad were heavily involved in these insurrections and moved to control them. And both modeled their legislation—not on Russia as is claimed—but on longstanding U.S. federal law.
The Foreign Agents Registration Act (“FARA”) came into force in the U.S. in 1938. It requires NGOs and other organizations and individuals who receive funding from abroad to register as “foreign agents.” FARA-style legislation now exists in many other countries.
In recent years the U.S. has used FARA to crack down on what The New York Times called “prominent Washington research groups [receiving] tens of millions of dollars from foreign governments,” creating a “muscular arm of foreign governments’ lobbying in Washington.”
The Times article is replete with arguments for taming the influence of foreign governments on U.S. politics. Indeed, Washington’s most recent concern has been to expose what have been dubbed “Trojan horse” charities, those NGOs that have political objectives behind their charitable work.
However, neither Washington nor its allies abroad or in the corporate media approve of countries outside the West adopting similar powers. The reason is, of course, that they might expose the very Trojan horses created by Washington or by European capitals to interfere in those countries’ politics or even to provoke regime change.
Both Georgia and Nicaragua want to protect their sovereignty and try to limit foreign influence over their national affairs—aims that are uncontroversial in Western countries.
Before implementing its equivalent of FARA, Nicaragua’s population of under seven million sustained no less than 7,000 NGOs, most of which were likely to have been dependent on foreign funding. Georgia’s current position is far more extreme: A country of just 3.8 million people hosts around 26,000 NGOs, the vast majority funded from abroad.
Of course, in both countries these non-profits have often been involved in worthwhile humanitarian work. But, again in both cases, Washington and its allies have also been financing bodies that can legitimately be called Trojan horses.
And as Kit Klarenberg points out in The Grayzone, NGOs in Georgia have until now benefited from lax rules about foreign funding—as indeed those in Nicaragua did before its 2020 legislation took effect.
What do Trojan horse NGOs actually do? Their websites typically have mission statements and programs aimed at “promoting democratic values,” “capacity building,” “strengthening civil society,” advocating “good governance,” “raising civic awareness” and finding “a new generation of democratic youth leaders.”
These are essentially labels for what is really pro-Western propaganda, often directed at young people who are simultaneously encouraged to adopt “modern,” “liberal” values and lifestyles and be critical of their governments for failing to toe Washington’s line.
There are prizes: salaried jobs, training courses (perhaps overseas) for NGO recruits, opportunities to learn English, and more. As Jacobin puts it, “working in an NGO is a fast track to high incomes, perks like foreign travel and embassy receptions, and being part of the elite.”
Georgians wave U.S. and Ukrainian flags as they protest the government’s proposed “foreign influence transparency law.” [Source: The Grayzone – Investigative journalism on empire]
Unmentioned in public documents might be training in organizing “non-violent” anti-government protests and exploiting social media to foster discontent. In the Georgian context, this is called a “color revolution” which, as The Nation puts it, “has become a byword for pro-Western, protest-driven regime change.” In Nicaragua, Yorlis Luna talked to young people who explained how Trojan horse NGOs schooled them to prepare for the “peaceful protests” that quickly became a violent coup attempt in 2018.
When well-funded NGOs join forces with local “human rights” bodies and with local media that are also foreign-funded, the combined effects can be powerful. In Georgia, The Nation quotes labor activist Sopo Japaridze as saying that there does not appear to be a single major foreign-funded civil society or media organization that is not fervently opposed to the elected government. “The entire ecosystem is against them,” he says, “and the NGOs have more power and influence than the government does internationally.” Similar words could have been used to describe Nicaragua in 2018.
While regime change was the U.S. objective in both countries, the motivation differed. Nicaragua was targeted because it poses the “threat of a good example”—a socialist-oriented country in a region which the U.S. views as its “backyard.”
Georgia is being targeted because of its balanced political position, moving toward future membership of the European Union while maintaining peaceful relations with its next-door neighbor, Russia. As its prime minister points out, both Washington and its EU allies want Georgia firmly in the anti-Russia camp, a new “frontline against Russia.”
Where does a Trojan horse NGO get its funding for its regime-change work? The foreign funding of Nicaraguan NGOs was little known-about before the coup attempt in April 2018, but within a month an article in Global Americans, “Laying the groundwork for insurrection,” highlighted Washington’s role.
Then on June 14, Kenneth Wollack, now chairman of the federally funded National Endowment for Democracy (NED), bragged to the U.S. Congress that NED had trained 8,000 young Nicaraguans to take part in the uprising. USAID later launched a specific program aimed at influencing the outcome of the 2021 elections. I have documented the role of U.S.-funded NGOs in the coup attempt and in subsequent regime-change efforts in Nicaragua.
In Georgia, foreign funding of NGOs is out in the open. Jacobin says that 90% of NGOs are financed from abroad, and prominent ones, such as the Economic Policy Research Center, the Europe Georgia Institute and the Institute for Development of Freedom of Information, make no secret of having funding sources such as the NED, the European Union and even NATO. One that receives NED funding, the Shame Movement, is explicit about its aim of drawing Georgia into the European Union.
Klarenberg reports that, in 2023, when Georgian Dream made a previous attempt to bring in a FARA-style law, it had to capitulate when vast, violent crowds, with the Shame Movement “in the vanguard,” threatened to overrun parliament and bring about a color revolution.
The “outsized role” played by foreign-funded bodies has, according to Jacobin, “led the country into a chronic democratic crisis.” It is therefore hardly surprising that the government continues to push ahead with legislation to control them.
What is such a law and what happens when it is implemented? FARA-style laws generally do not prohibit foreign funding, they simply require it to be declared, so that the way it is used can be documented and made transparent. NGOs that are really Trojan horses can then be identified. Closures of NGOs inevitably result—but usually only a small minority are identified as Trojan horses.
Most closures come about because NGOs cannot or will not comply with more stringent accounting requirements, or the change brings to light redundant NGOs that exist in name only.
In Australia, more than 10,000 non-profits were closed when its FARA-style law was implemented. The equivalent authorities in the U.S. and UK close thousands of NGOs each year for non-compliance or because they cease to operate..
Nicaragua has closed about half of the NGOs it had before its FARA-style law took effect, and while the initial closures were Trojan horses the vast majority have lost their NGO status through non-compliance or because they are effectively defunct.
The Trojan horse role of NGOs was perhaps most obvious in Russia, a developed country which nevertheless had many foreign-funded charities before it introduced a FARA-style law in 2012. Scott Ritter reports that the law “proved to be the death knell for U.S., UK, and EU-funded non-governmental organizations (NGOs) that had spent more than two decades trying to, according to their leaders, shape Russian civil society along Western lines.”
In 2015, Russia blacklisted the National Endowment for Democracy but nevertheless, in 2021, the NED still had more than 60 Russia-oriented projects, valued in the millions of dollars, but presumably now based outside the country.
When the foreign funding of NGOs comes under threat from an equivalent to FARA, it is hardly surprising that the NGOs protest.
This happened in the U.S. when it toughened foreign agent rules in 2022, provoking a response from NGOs across the political spectrum.
It happened in Australia in 2018 and in the UK in 2023 when they announced similar laws. Protests from NGOs in Georgia were to be expected, just as they were in Nicaragua, because the NGO sectors are heavily dependent on foreign funding and fear its loss, job cuts and possible closures.
What distinguishes the protests in Georgia and Nicaragua, and indeed other non-Western countries such as Thailand where controls on NGOs have been tightened, is that the threat of FARA-style legislation is used to create a sort of moral panic by human rights bodies, the corporate media and the spokespeople for Western governments.
According to this narrative, such a law would not just bring over-zealous regulation of one sector of society, but threaten the whole society’s freedom of expression and its democratic values. This claim is used to justify the mobilization of well-publicized anti-government protests, ostensibly non-violent, but which can rapidly provoke a response from police that can justify violence in return.
As political scientist Glenn Diesen points out, “the media shows some pictures of protests and we are ready to redefine democracy as the rule of a loud Western-backed minority to support intimidations, sanctions and a coup.”
While the cases of Georgia and Nicaragua differ somewhat, because in Georgia “non-violent” protests responded to the impending legal changes while in Nicaragua they were ostensibly about minor changes in state-funded pensions, in both cases the regime-change motivation of the protesters quickly became apparent.
Diesen notes that the same occurred in Ukraine in 2014: Western governments and NGOs “backed an unconstitutional coup against a democratically elected government and the coup was only supported by a minority of Ukrainians. Yet, it was sold to us as ‘pro-Ukrainian’ and a ‘democratic revolution’ so we supported it without any critical debate.”
The unconstitutional coup in Ukraine was, from Washington’s viewpoint, a success. But similar actions in Georgia and Nicaragua have – so far – been counterproductive. To alleviate the damage being done by US sanctions, Nicaragua is developing close relations with both China and Russia. Meanwhile, after passing the legislation to control NGOs this month, the Georgian Dream party is reported to be “actively working” to restore the country’s diplomatic relations with Russia.
One final intriguing connection between Georgia and Nicaragua is the presence of a global NGO called the Center for Applied NonViolent Actions and Strategies (CANVAS), headed by Slobodan Djinovic, which claims to have trained regime-change activists in 52 countries. CANVAS, supported by USAID, had been training activists in Georgia at the end of 2023 when the “color revolution” appeared to be imminent.
Whether CANVAS had a role in Nicaragua’s 2018 insurrection is unclear, but the NGO has certainly been active in Venezuela and a CANVAS official visited Nicaragua in the aftermath of the coup attempt. Djinovic uses Nicaragua’s failed coup as a case study in a course on “non-violence” that he teaches at Harvard.
Sanctions imposed by the White House on Georgian officials who are promoting FARA-style legislation mirror the steps taken against the Nicaraguan government when it did the same in 2020. Instead of admitting that laws to oversee the foreign funding of non-government organizations have been adopted by many Western-aligned countries, Georgia’s plan has been dubbed “Russian Law,” just as—at the time—Nicaragua’s equivalent was labeled “Putin Law.”
Corporate media such as the BBC have repeated Washington’s line and quote Secretary of State Antony Blinken at length, without pointing out his hypocrisy in criticizing a country for adopting legislation that is, in reality, based on U.S. law, not Russia’s.
The irony is that FARA was originally sold as a means of defending democracy when it was introduced in the U.S. more than 80 years ago. But if a similar law is used by a country which Washington or its allies regard as disobedient, such use is painted as an attack on democracy and as a step on the road to authoritarian government.
Dubbing the legislation as “Russian law” or “Putin law” makes the message clear.
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Nurses, were you ever happy to get rid of a patient?
Most definitely… Sad story! She was an 11 yo girl who when she was 5 yo was running away from her stepdad who was trying to physically discipline her while her mom was not at home.
In the process of fleeing she fell down the stairs and ended up with a head.. neck and spine injury and in a coma. This child was placed on a ventilator. She had a tracheotomy.. G-Tube and her eyes shut tight!
The medical staff recommended the mom remove her from life support but mom refused …so after 6 years the body was basically rotting inside out while artificially she was kept alive but in a vegetative state. In essence she was bone dry!
The police in that city did not prosecute anyone .. yet .. was supposedly waiting for said person to die to charge the stepdad with manslaughter.
Because of the legal ramification of removing her from a ventilator and allowing her to die .. ie stepdad will be prosecuted..serve jail time , mother refused to let her die to save him from his demise.
Things became more complicated when at 11 years old during hygiene an aide cleansed her face and removed a small fibrotic scab from her forehead with caused a spot of bleeding!
The mother came to visit and swore that a cardiac monitor which was secured on a shelf above the head of the bed … fell on her 11 you daughter! She then ask advice..from her lawyer who filed a lawsuit against the hospital for neglect after deposing the staff.
Because of the neglect charges a full body scan was ordered which revealed multiple broken bones all over this child’s body …. some fresh and others in various healing stages. The mothers lawyers then filed additional charges against the nursing staff for abuse.
I knew no one was abusing this innocent child and decided to fight for my life and license because I was the Nurse working on that team… I was the main target!
I had no idea where to start but I was convince that the length of time this child was on the ventilator in a vegetative state had something to do with her condition. …then she died! Though it was a great relief to see her at peace…beautiful little Angel … it was not a celebration!
The stepfather was now no longer the target of her circumstance .. the hospital and nurses were … especially me so I’ll be damned! I requested 2 weeks leave to research what happens to a child in a vegetative state placed on a ventilator for a long period …. but I could not find any study on the topic within the USA.
Then it hit me … why not check the universities world wide? That I did and on my 13th day of my research I found a single research conducted by the University of Istanbul Medical Research Team on the long term effects of being on a ventilator in a vegetative state… yes bones becomes fragile and brittle.. basically a corpse on oxygen!
The judge accepted my documented proof of my defense and paid me a compliment…” if I ever get sick I’ll like to have you as my nurse.” Yes!
Oh about the stepfather I heard he was not charged with manslaughter because technically she did not die from his beating. He was charged with parental neglect as he should have prevented her from falling down the stairs!
Aaaaaah! Thank God she is at peace! Blessings!
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What is the smartest thing you’ve seen a child do?
Originally Answered: what is the smartest thing you've seen a child do?
This happened a month ago, and its still hard to write about.
We were taking care of my niece because we thought a not ideal home environment was contributing to some developing mental issues. Nothing serious at the time, but some depression and mood stuff. She was 13, and my sons were 9 and 7, so she was technically old enough to watch them. We also have a cell phone at the house, mostly as an emergency line, but also as a phone we plan on allowing the eldest to have once he’s old enough. This is preamble, but the start of the story will be from my point of view.
I was at work and it was still about an hour before lunch time. I was looking forward to seeing how the kids were doing on their first day of winter vacation. I felt my phone go off in my pocket, grabbed it, and saw a text from our emergency number that said “[Niece] almost counties suicied” then “comitied suicied”. It took less than a second to realize what that second text meant and I grabbed my keys and bolted. I yelled to my coworkers that I would be back later, and one yelled back to call him.
I live about 5 minutes from my job, but that day, I made it home in less than 3. I almost hoped a cop would see me so I might have some backup when I got to the house. I called the cell phone and my oldest son picked up. I asked if he and his brother were alright, and he answered that they were. I asked what happened and he answered very calmly (especially for a 9 year old) that she had grabbed a knife from the kitchen and put it to her throat.
I burst through the door to see my niece sitting on the couch like nothing had happened. I immediately yelled for my boys, and heard my bedroom door unlock and both of them emerge, completely unharmed. Knowing now that everyone was physically okay, I grabbed every sharp object in the house and locked them in the closet. My wife came in about two minutes after I did, terrified at what she thought she might find. I grabbed her and told her they were safe and in their room now. She almost broke down crying right then, but managed to compose herself and go into their room to see them.
Afterward is a boring story of visiting the nearby crisis center with her, hearing for the first time her being described as “mentally unstable”, figuring out where she could stay that could provide more consistent monitoring, talking with counselors and specialists and officers and other people. During this though, my wife had managed to get the whole story of what had happened out of my sons, and given that the stories of everyone involve line up, we are pretty certain this is how it played out.
My niece and my boys were playing some game, and at some point, my boys decided they didn’t want to play anymore. In her mental state, my niece took this from not wanting to play together to they hated her to she should die (that quickly, apparently that is how her brain processed the events with the issues that she had at the time). She then went into the kitchen and got a large knife out of the knife block and put it to her throat saying, “Every one hates me.” My oldest son, seeing this, immediately tells his younger brother to go to our room (the only one with a lock on it). He then turns back to her and tells her she doesn’t need to do that. They don’t hate her. She apparently went from distraught to dazed. Then says, “I need a hug” and asks if my youngest son would come out and give her a hug. My oldest turns and tells him to stay in the room, and then tells her that he can’t come out until she put the knife down. After she complied, he let her go give him a hug and put the knife back in the knife block. After the hug, he grabbed both himself and his brother, locked themselves in our bedroom, and text myself and my wife about the whole thing.
My son turned a potential tragedy into a situation where she could get the help she truly needs, and no one got hurt. He protected his younger brother as best he knew how, he talked down someone with absolutely no training, maybe even without a complete understanding of what he was doing, and defused the situation, getting help as soon as he feasibly could.
My 9 year old son handled a truly scary situation better than a majority of adults I know could. He handled it with a calm that I don’t know many adults could match in similar circumstances. And in case one tries to argue he didn’t understand the danger, he has since made a few remarks about how scared he was and how he thinks about if he had done something different his brother or cousin could have been hurt or killed. But he acted, and acted intelligently, and did something truly amazing I the process.
My 9 year old son is my hero.
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Since China is the most advanced nation on Earth, how will China change the world for the better?
Five ways. First, China will unify the Global South to counter the hegemony of the Global North. That’s what BRICS and SCO are all about.
Second, China will help the Global South to develop their economies. That’s what the BRI (Belt and Road Initiative) is all about.
Third, in the multipolar world order that China and Russia are building, there will be fewer wars of hegemony. No more illegal wars like in Afghanistan, Iraq, Libya, Syria, and Yemen. No more proxy wars like in Ukraine. The world will be far more peaceful.
Fourth, China’s advancements in space exploration will benefit all mankind. Expect China’s advancements to significantly outpace those of the USA (e.g., NASA, SpaceX).
Fifth, China’s advancements in renewable energy will significantly ameliorate the impact of climate change on the world.
What are the funniest things Southwest flight attendants have said?
I’ve had several:
- On my last flight, a male flight attendant was throwing bags of peanuts at everyone and if they didn’t catch it, he would throw more. When he got to me, he made a comment about my spiky hair and put two bags of peanuts on my head. I didn’t figure out the joke until later. :-/
- The same flight attendant ran through the cabin wearing the oxygen mask and yelling BOO at unexpecting passengers.
- “If you are traveling with someone that needs assistance, put on your mask first then assist the other passenger… unless it’s my ex-boyfriend then don’t bother.”
- “Although we never anticipate a change in cabin pressure… because if we did, we wouldn’t have come to work today…. If you’re traveling with a small child, what were you thinking? Put your mask on first and then help them with theirs. If you are traveling with multiple young children, assist the one with the most potential first and then work your way down.”
- “There is a button with a picture of a light bulb on it. If you push it, the light will turn on. Also there is a button with a picture of a flight attendant on it. If you push that one, no, you will not turn on the flight attendant.”
- “We’ve been cleared for departure. Whether you like it or not, this Boeing is going!”
- “Cleared for departure. We’re about to get really high and go reaaalllyyy faaassst.”
- “If you are connecting on another Southwest flight, look for your flight on the monitors in the terminal. If you are connecting on another airline, we really don’t care what happens.”
- Before deplaning: “I now release you into the world. Be good to each other, call your mother and eat your vegetables!”
Burbank Airport has a very short runway so landings are usually rough with full brakes, spoilers and reverse thrust:
“Well folks, we’ve hit Burbank!”
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As a doctor, what have you seen patients wish for on their deathbed?
Originally Answered: As a doctor, what have you seen patients in deathbed wish for?
I was an intern. The team was caring for a very ill woman who was admitted the day before for a seizure. The work up revealed a large brain tumor. Treatment options were discussed and she and her family decided to refuse surgery and chemotherapy. She was receiving steroids and supportive care and she went home. A few days later she came back to the hospital and was admitted to the team. We were all a little confused because she wanted to be home and be with her family. She returned because she had another seizure and a mental status decline. After some more steroids she awoke and was pleasant however very weak. The patient and family had an unusual request. They realized their time together was short so they wanted to have Christmas together, one last time as a family. It was September and they all realized that their mother and grandmother would not last until December 25th. They wanted to do a Christmas celebration in the hospital room the next day.
So, while she lay in her bed the family decorated her room. They played Christmas carols on a little boom box and they hung tinsel all around the walls. One of the nurses brought in paper from the copy machine and all the kids made paper chains to hang on the tree they brought from home. Nurses and staff made their favorite Christmas cookies and treats and presents began to arrive. The next morning all the children in her family were there and “Santa” came and delivered even more gifts. The family gathered around the patient and the staff was encouraged to hug her and wish her Merry Christmas. The Christmas theme spread down to the nurses station on the floor with decorations and treats there as well. The staff filtered out of her room while the family began to sing carols. I mercifully was gone when they sang Silent Night.
When I rounded on her the next day she was gone. Her room was empty and the decorations removed. It was crushing.
I’ve seen more than my share of people on their death beds. Most ask for simple comforts like a drink, a softer pillow or warmer blanket. Nobody asks for their briefcase. I have never heard anyone ask for their work schedule or their cell phone. Everyone though… in their own way, asks for more time with those they love. Then, they set about trying to make what little they have left as meaningful as possible. Some, like this family, achieve that goal spectacularly.
Chili Lasagna
Yield: 6 to 8 servings
Ingredients
- 9 lasagna noodles
- 2 (15 ounce) cans chili with no beans
- 1 (15 ounce) container ricotta cheese
- 3 cups (12 ounces) shredded Cheddar cheese, divided
- 3 green onions, thinly sliced, divided
- 1 (8 1/2 ounce) can whole-kernel corn, drained
- 1 egg
- 1/2 teaspoon salt
- 1/2 teaspoon black pepper
Instructions
- Heat oven to 350 degrees F. Spray a 9 x 13 inch baking dish with nonstick cooking spray.
- Cook the lasagna noodles according to the package directions; drain.
- Meanwhile, in a medium bowl, combine the ricotta cheese, 2 cups Cheddar cheese, 2 sliced green onions, corn, egg, salt and pepper; mix well.
- Spread 3/4 cup chili over the bottom of the baking dish. Place 3 lasagna noodles over the chili. Place half of the ricotta mixture evenly over the noodles then top with half of the remaining chili. Place 3 noodles over the chili then top with the remaining cheese mixture. Place the 3 remaining noodles over the cheese mixture then top with the remaining chili. Cover tightly with aluminum foil.
- Bake for 30 minutes, then remove the foil and sprinkle the lasagna with the remaining 1 cup Cheddar cheese.
- Bake for 10 minutes more.
- Remove from the oven, sprinkle with the remaining green onion, and let sit for 5 minutes before serving.
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Time to go
What is the reason I left Apple?
There were many, many reasons, and taken all together, it was just time…
– I made lots of money, and I ‘could’ retire.
– The person who hired me (Mike Culbert), and I owe a wonderful career to, passed away. Apple was just not the same for me without Mike.
– Steve Jobs passed away. Things changed.
– Stress. A LOT of stress… I mentioned that Mike and Steve passed away, but many others I worked with (about 30 folks), passed away from heart attacks or cancer. It was when my doctor told me to lose weight and retire, that I needed to think seriously about retiring to reduce stress. (I lost about 45lbs!)
– The project I was working on last had many years to go before getting to the execution stage. (It is still a secret project that can not be spoken of.)
– My wife was assigned a year long internship for her doctorate in Biloxi Mississippi and I wanted to spend time with her in Biloxi.
– My team did many great things (Mac Mini, Apple TV, the built in iSight, prototype for the iPad, prototypes for many other features, etc.), so I could leave with a great feeling of accomplishment.
– The first 5 years I worked at Apple, I did not take time off or vacations. It was grueling. So I earned being able to retire.
– My 5 kids were growing up, and I wanted to spend time with them. Since joining Apple, I did not have a good work/life balance… Success came at a cost.
– After retiring, I became an advisor to many companies (and the University of Michigan – Dearborn). This is a great way to keep busy.
– By retiring, I could pursue building a science center focused not on education, but instead on inspiring visitors. This is an ongoing pursuit for me…
– I have pursued a number of patents that are mine. (While working at Apple, all your ideas are owned by Apple.) I have also worked on new patents with many of the companies I advise for.
It was bittersweet leaving Apple. I had the best team one could ever hope for and we created many great products together. I don’t miss the stress, but I miss the people I worked with. For most of the time I worked at Apple, I had the same team reporting to me (over 10 years). They were amazing, and after I left they have gone on to do great things (some having left Apple themselves to do amazing things at other companies).
Working at Apple was my dream job. I got to help create great products, and work with great people. But all great things come to an end…
I can’t speak to why others leave Apple, but it was just time for me.
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The Farthest Reaches of Space
Submitted into Contest #24 in response to: Write a story set in the dark recesses of space where the two main characters are often at odds with each other in humorous and comedic ways.… view prompt
Lucille Greye
“Nadyr’s?”
“No, bigger. Could it be-”
Lish shoved him aside. “It could be the Narrtor, Kon Laari’s ship.”
Telen’s face paled. “The Kon? Here? He must be thousands of miles from the planet Okrak!”
Kon Laari Antrus, the cyborg crime lord, or The Kon as he was known by many, was the leader of the galaxy’s largest criminal organization. He was head of the Antrus Clan, a group of thieves, pirates, and smugglers. Okrak, a dry, mountainous planet, about three thousand miles from Arboga, was his home. It was rare that Laari left that area, generally sending off his minions to do his work.
But for some reason, it was his personal space cruiser, the Narrtor, that Telen saw.
The comm crackled to life and an authoritative voice could be heard faintly. “Aalya Meriet, this is the pilot of the Narrtor. Please prepare to be boarded.”
Vorrha dropped her head into her hands, muttering some type of prayer in her native language.
“What are we gonna do?” Telen asked. “Maybe we could light up the engines and fly out of here-”
The comm hissed again. “Any signs of resistance or attempts to escape will be taken as a threat and the Aalya Meriet will be annihilated.”
The large hatch of the landing dock opened, and the pilot of the Narrtor took over the auto-controls of the Aalya, steering her into the landing dock. The gate hissed shut behind them.
“Trapped like a fly in a Cath spider’s web,” Lish muttered. “Stuck… Our only hope of escaping is to play along with this. See what Laari Antrus wants, give him it, and get out of here.” With a short, decisive motion, she pressed the button to open the loading hatch below. “Compliant, that’s the look we’re going for.”
Vorrha whimpered quietly.
The sound of footsteps quickly grew loud, and in seconds, a group of five men, four carrying guns and the fifth a data pad, came into the cockpit. The man with the data pad glanced up. “Yes. Those are the ones. Seize them.” The armed men grabbed Telen and Lish by the arms. “Comply, or be shot,” the tall one, who seemed to be the leader, continued.
Lish’s face was red. “On what grounds can you arrest me? I am Lish Gir’ryn, best pilot in the galaxy, not some girl to by toyed with!”
The leader glanced down at his pad again. “Lish Gir’ryn? And, I assume, Telen Fogg. And whoever that little mouse is. You, Ryn and Fogg , are both under arrest,” he paused to clear his throat, “by order of the great Kon Laari Antrus. Do not speak again, unless you would like to be killed.”
Lish was bursting with fury, but she kept her angry words to herself.
The trio was marched not towards the top of the ship, where the ship’s cockpit was, but towards the back.
“Where are you taking us?” Lish asked, both frustrated and curious.
The head of the guards, or whoever the tall man that was leading them was, frowned. “Towards the prison deck. Where else would we be taking you?”
“But why?” Telen burst out. “Why are we being arrested? What have we done to anger Kon Laari?”
The tall man with the data pad sighed, and glanced down to read the arrest warrant. “The smugglers Lisk-” he paused, closely scrutinizing the pad. “Lish Ryn and Telen Fogg are under arrest for inhibiting and interfering with the business of Kon Laari Antrus. He personally came to oversee their capture.
“It is by Antrus’ law,” he continued, “that all smugglers, robbers, pirates, and any others involved in criminal dealings are under arrest by the Kon and are sentenced to three years of work in the planet Okrak’s mines. I, Timothy Halos, have been placed in charge of these dealings.”
“Why is he capturing all of the… hard workers?” Lish asked.
Timothy frowned. “I have not been given leave to reveal that information.”
“Oh, what a shame,” Lish spoke smoothly. “Second only to the Kon and yet, still rules being placed on what you can and cannot say?”
“I- I must obey Antrus.”
“Yes… but, well, I don’t see Antrus around.”
“I cannot speak of something the Kon has forbidden me to speak of.” But there was a slight hesitation in his voice, as if he really did want to speak.
“No one’s here to tell Antrus.”
The guards escorting the prisoners exchanged glances, but said nothing.
Timothy sighed. “Very well, but you must not tell anyone. Antrus’ plan is strictly confidential. He is searching for a type of stone, or mechanical device- none can say which -but he heard that a smuggler in the Outer Reaches had gotten hold of it. He began to capture and arrest any criminals he came across, hoping that one would have it. He did this under the pretense of ‘cleaning up our galaxy.’ Of course, he told me, his most trusted advisor, what was truly happening.”
Lish, of course was quite pleased, as her plan to get information was going quite smoothly. “A stone? Why a stone?”
“Not just any stone. It’s the Zarkot.”
Lish scrunched her face up, as if confused. “The Zarkot… I know I’ve heard the name somewhere. Tell me more!”
Timothy Halos was blind to the fact that Lish was easily dredging up information from him. “The Zarkot is a stone said to posses magical powers, or extremely advanced technology.”
Lish changed her expression to in awe. “Really? What can it do?” Of course, she already knew how it worked, she just wished to see how much he knew.
“Many things. It is said to be a translator, able to detect different alien languages and make them understandable to the superior humans. It can command other ships’ controls, many at once, even if the ship that is overriding them does not have the technology to countermand other ships, and it even-” he stopped. “Ah! We have arrived!” With a flourish, he opened the door. “Welcome to Cell Block B, your new temporary home.” He turned to the guards. “Escort them to the nearest empty cell. That should be B7 or B8. I will be taking my leave to go report back to Antrus.” The guards nodded their heads to Halos. They drug Telen, Lish, and Vorrha through the doorway and down the hall to cell B7. “Hope you enjoy your new home,” one of them grunted, shoving them into the room and slamming the heavy iron door behind them.
“Well. That was rather intersecting,” Lish said, in surprisingly high spirits.
Telen grunted in response.
Lish surveyed their surroundings, looking for a possible escape route. The door, which seemed to be the only entrance or exit, was a stout iron door. There was no handle, and the door opened outwardly, so the door screws couldn’t be taken off somehow. The door itself looked like a large slab of metal. The rest of the room seemed to be a smooth cube, with only two grated openings between each cell.
“Hello?” Lish called through the grates. “Anyone else in here?”
“Hello!” A young man, who looked to be around the age of seventeen or eighteen, popped up in front of one of the great. He had short, curly hair, bright blue eyes, and a contagious smile.
Lish yelped in surprise. “Nadyr?”
“The one and only.”
“What are you doing here?” She hissed.
“I could ask the same of you, but thing is, I already guessed why you’re here. And that’s the same reason why I’m here. Except I have no idea why I’m here.”
“Antrus is searching for the Zarkot.”
Nadyr’s jaw dropped, but his smile quickly returned to his face. “Is he really?”
“Yes. Which would be fine, if you hadn’t taken it from me. I would have it with me right now, and I would be able-”
Nadyr scoffed. “In your dreams. We all know you’re not competent enough for that. If you had it with you, Timothy would already have found it.”
“Like you could have done better!”
“Actually,” Nadyr held up his hand, curled into a fist around something, “I did do better.” He opened his hand to reveal a small blue stone, dangling from a silver chain. “Please, hold your applause. It was quite hard to smuggle it in, but I managed.”
Lish sighed. “Bested again.”
Telen chuckled. “Bested again indeed. Now, Nadyr, do you know how to use it?”
Nadyr shrugged. “To be frank, no, I don’t.”
“Alright. Then shall we make a deal? If you give it to me, Lish can use it to get us out of here. Then, we sneak back to the Aalya Meriet. We use the Zarkot to override the Narrtor’s security systems, fly out of here, and maybe head to the Center Planets. We can sell the Zarkot, split the money, and then stay out of each other’s paths from then on. Is that a deal?”
“But,” Nadyr asked, face twisted with indecision. “How can I trust you to let me out?”
Lish spoke up. “You can trust us, because if we don’t let you out, you can just yell for the guards. Deal?”
Nadyr shoved his hand through the bars, and they shook hands. “Deal.” He pushed the stone through. “You sure you know how to use that thing?”
“Very sure.” Lish pressed the stone to the center of the cell door, and spoke the command word for the Zarkot. She could hear the gears grinding as the locking mechanism was overridden. The door swung open, hanging loosely from its hinges.
“Ready?” Telen asked, and Vorrha, Lish, and Nadyr nodded silently. “My memory databases tracked the turns we took and the distances between them to get from the Aalya Meriet, so all I have to do is reverse it and I can get us out of here.”
“Being an android must be nice,” Nadyr commented.
The foursome ran through the hallways, ducking to the side when any of Antrus’ men came down the hallways.
Within minutes of their escape, alarms began to shriek.
Nadyr smiled. “Nice to know I’m worthy of alarms.”
Lish laughed. Her mood had become quite cheerful. It seemed that adventure had banished her irritable nature to the recesses of her conscious.
“There!” Telen said. “That’s the entrance to the docking bay. But it’s heavily guarded.”
Nadyr smiled. “Lish! Remember how Liz used to distract the kitchen guards?” He asked, referring to the days when him and Lish were in the orphanage on Arboga.
Lish nodded and smirked. “You distract. I’ll take them out.”
Nadyr strolled around the corner, directly in front of the guards. “Hello, gentlemen.”
Four barrels of four guns jerked up to point at him.
Nadyr put his hands up. “Whoa, no lets not be too hasty.”
And then chaos reigned.
Lish darted up behind the guards, grabbing two and smashing their heads together. Nadyr disarmed the other two, shooting them both with a blaster he stole from one.
“All done!”
Lish nodded, teeth gritted into a smile, hand gripping her shoulder.
“Lish, what happened?” Telen asked, worried.
“Stray blaster shot. It’s nothing. Don’t worry about me. Just get back to the ship.”
They filed through the door, and Telen jabbed the button to open the Aalya Meriet’s loading hatch.
“All aboard!”
Later, they sat in the cockpit. Lish’s shoulder was swathed in bandages, and Nadyr was reprogramming the ship’s computer system to accept the Zarkot.
Nadyr sighed. “If only we didn’t have to leave the Angyl.”
“All we have to do,” Lish said, ignoring him, “is hijack the computer system of the Narrtor long enough to open the landing hatch. Then we zip out of here. That’s all. Antrus didn’t ‘tie down’ the Aalya Meriet in any way.” She stood up and walked towards the controls. “Plug the Zarkot here,” she reached down and pointed, and Nadyr stuck the little stone into the slot made to fit it. “And now,” Lish pushed a few buttons and typed a destination into the navigation system. “And now, we’re free.”
The huge hatched opened, and the little Aalya Meriet darted free of the Narrtor’s clutches.
The flight to the Center Planets was not a long one, but the foursome’s adventures on the planet Qud were worthy of a second tale. But, alas, that tale must be saved for another day, because for now, the story of Lish Ryn and her friends must be given a rest.
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What court case does the Miranda Warning come from?
Miranda v. Arizona
Ernesto Miranda was a serial rapist. His normal technique was to come up behind a woman, threaten her life with a weapon, and force her to keep her eyes closed or look away from him while he raped her.
Eventually, he raped enough women that police were able to put together enough clues to name him as a suspect. One of his victims had looked at him as he walked away, after raping her. However, she was very clear that she had not seen his face. She only saw his basic profile.
In a police lineup, she stated that she could not positively identify him, but that Ernesto Miranda did fit the profile she had seen and could have been her rapist.
Police interrogated Miranda. Since nobody had yet invented the “Miranda warning,” they didn’t give him one.
Ernesto Miranda confessed to the rapes (and a bit of kidnapping too, if I recall correctly).
He was convicted at trial. His lawyers appealed the conviction, arguing that Miranda’s Constitutional right against self incrimination in court, and right to an attorney in court, should also apply during police questioning outside of court. The appeal worked its way all the way up to the Supreme Court.
The Supreme Court ruled in favor of Miranda’s attorneys’ argument, and they invented the doctrine that police must issue a warning during custodial police interrogation. This was a totally new idea in law enforcement.
Miranda’s conviction was overturned, and his previous trial was basically considered null and void, like it had never happened. If they wanted to convict him of the rapes, they would have to do a new trial, but without the evidence of his confessions. Since the one witness who had peaked at him honestly stated that she couldn’t identify his face, the prospects for a conviction were pretty grim.
Ernesto Miranda had a common-law wife and children. While he was in jail awaiting his second trial his common-law wife came to visit him. He told her how nervous he was about the testimony of this woman who could sort of, possibly, identify him. He told his wife that he was very sorry about raping that woman. He asked his wife if she could go visit the woman, explain that to her, and ask her, as a fellow wife and mother, to refuse to testify so that he could go free.
Apparently this was the first time Ernesto Miranda’s wife had realized that her husband was actually guilty of raping all those women. She was, to put it mildly, a bit disappointed in him. In fact, she was so disappointed that she went straight to the cops and told them about his confession to her and how he had asked her to tamper with a witness.
The really fun irony here is that Ernesto Miranda, whose name was associated with brand-new rules about custodial interrogations by police, had just made a confession, while in custody, to his wife, who was not part of the police and who was not acting on behalf of the police when the confession was made. Therefore, this second confession was completely admissible in court. His wife testified against him in his second trial.
Ernesto Miranda, a serial rapist who was about to escape punishment based on the suppression of his first confession, made a second confession and got convicted! He was sentenced to 20 – 30 years in prison.
He eventually made parole. He made some pocket change selling autographed copies of the “miranda warning” cards used by cops.
Eventually he died on the restroom floor at a bar after he got cheating at cards and his fellow players stabbed him to death.
I think the new rules we got as a result of the Miranda case are pretty good ones. I do wish we had a name for the warning that didn’t celebrate a twice-confessed and twice-convicted serial rapist.
Hungry thoughts
What’s the name of the Chinese app that lets Chinese citizens rate their government officials’ performance?
12345 hotline. 7 * 24-hour service.
You only need to provide feedback on the issue over the phone, and the staff will relay your complaint or request to the responsible department.
The relevant departments need to respond within the specified time.
After the problem is resolved, 12345 will conduct a follow-up and ask for your evaluation, whether you are satisfied or not.
One day at 00:10, I finished my work from a client and went home. When leaving the parking lot, I need to scan the QR code to pay, but the payment page crashes and I am unable to complete the payment, trapped in the parking lot.
00:20. I am looking for the phone number of the parking lot property, but it is incorrect. I then called 12345 for help.
00:30. Because I couldn’t determine how much longer I had to wait, I called the Chinese emergency hotline 110 (911 in the US).
00:40. The police rushed to the scene and helped me get out of the parking lot. They drove the police car to the entrance, and as the railing was lifted, I drove out of the entrance. I thanked the police and went home.
00:55. The person in charge of the parking lot called me, apologized, and then asked me how I was doing now. I said the police helped me out. He apologized again and told me that he would definitely correct the problem.
What did James Cameron find in the Mariana Trench?
In 2012, Cameron would embark on a solo odyssey, a vertical freefall into the inky abyss of the Mariana Trench, the belly button of the world.
It wasn’t just some Finding Nemo sequel; this was hardcore exploration in the Deepsea Challenger, a submersible he’d co-designed—basically a lime-green torpedo with a human inside.
Dude had balls of titanium, no doubt.
See, the pressure at the bottom of the trench is insane, roughly a thousand times greater than what we experience at sea level.
Cameron’s Deepsea Challenger submersible was painstakingly engineered to withstand this crushing force, but any breach would have been catastrophic.
Imagine a hairline fracture appearing in the viewport, or a tiny leak springing in the hull. The water, under that immense pressure, would jet in with the force of a bullet, instantly obliterating the submersible and its sole occupant.
Remember the Titan submersible?
Yea it would be like that.
No gentle implosion here; it would be a violent rupture, turning Cameron and his high-tech capsule into Swiss Cheese/fish food faster than you can say “abyss.”
The frigid temperatures and complete darkness at that depth would add insult to injury, ensuring a swift and merciless end.
There would be no time for a dramatic rescue, no last-minute heroics. It would be game over, lights out, with Cameron’s name forever etched in the annals of deep-sea exploration as a cautionary tale.
But James Cameron is a badass.
So, down he plunged, sunlight fading to an eternal twilight, pressure threatening to crush him like a beer can under a tank.
At nearly seven miles down, he hit the Challenger Deep, the trench’s deepest point.
Imagine the darkness, the bone-chilling cold, the feeling of utter isolation.
This wasn’t your average scuba dive; this was like visiting another planet, except wetter and with fewer aliens—or so we thought.
Turns out, the Mariana Trench wasn’t the lifeless void scientists had assumed.
Cameron found a whole ecosystem down there—shrimp-like amphipods, weird sea cucumbers, and even some funky microbes that looked like they came straight out of a Lovecraftian nightmare.
Who knew life could thrive in such extreme conditions? It was like discovering a secret speakeasy in the middle of a desert.
Cameron also collected sediment samples and did some 3D mapping, giving us a whole new perspective on this underwater world.
It wasn’t just about the ‘wow’ factor of being one of the deepest human ever; it was about pushing the boundaries of science, like a caffeinated grad student on a deadline.
He spent roughly three hours exploring the alien landscape, collecting samples, and filming the otherworldly environment.
But technical issues with the submersible’s hydraulics cut his expedition shorter than planned.
Originally, he had hoped to spend six hours at the bottom. Still, in those three hours, he managed to gather enough data and footage to keep scientists buzzing for years to come.
An update on some of my AI generations
This is what I generated today. Many nudes. But, I am working on a kind of overall classic look. I threw in a couple of dragons and pastoral scenes to flush out the AI generation seed. Here’s what came up.
I really like the colors, and the over all layout.
The male looks good with a nice chest, and the fine glass of wine. This next one is a favorite. I really like the cat looking at the camera.
THis next one is so-so. I would have preferred a schooner than a clipper ship.
Here’s the guy clothed. I am debating which is better, with a shirt or shirtless…
Shirtless looks good.
It emphasizes his nice arms. I like her expression too. But, the cat needs work.
This one is convoluted.
Cat is messed up in this one…
Nice rosy cheeks on the girl.
This has promise with the great clouds but the cats are all messed up.
So much potential in this one…
This one is better… I really like her draped dress fabric.
Two guys. Not bad. Not bad.
The cat is great too.
This has promise…
Nice.
After a while all the nudes start to look the same…
This looks pretty darn good…
Nice, but the ships are convoluted.
The cats add nothing…
I like the wood highlights…
Really nice arms.
Nice background.
This is more interesting with a kind of hidden backstory…
Great colors.
Nice contrasts.
Is the cat interrupting something?
What is he doing?
The cat wants to know her intentions…
Both forms are great.
Ohhhh. I love these colors.
Is he spitting in the cup?
This is my FAVORITE of the entire bunch.
Is it poisoned?
Smoking?
Messed up legs. Such the pity.
Legs are still messed up. And the cat… he’s a big one.
I do like her dress.
Let’s have some fun with tigers…
She can’t get enough wine…
Let’s have some fun with dragons…
Not so great on the dragon front. Back to tigers on the water…
Now this picture is a great artistic favorite. But where is the rest of the tiger?
Two tigers. Double the fun!
Here’s some nice pastoral scenes…
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If the police want to search a military official’s car and the official states that he has classified material in the vehicle, what happens next?
Not military, but lots of money. I used to work at the Federal Reserve and we had a driver come in really late one night. When we asked why, they said they got caught up at a weigh station and a rookie cop who was still in training.
Anyway, these trucks were loaded right to the edge of the 80,000 lbs. gross weight, like within a few hundred pounds. So they stop and rookie says he wants to take a look inside. The drivers explain why this is a bad idea and he doesn’t care as he must know why it’s so heavy. Even his FTO doesn’t recommend it, but the kid was in his last few days of training and the FTO was letting him call all the shots.
The drivers again tell him not to go there and they even verify the seal numbers with the paperwork numbers. Kid still doesn’t get it and he breaks the seal, with the drivers present. The drivers immediately call the closest FBI field office and hand him the paperwork that says he’s now responsible for the $800,000 worth of quarters inside and he can’t leave until Federal Agents arrive. Not leaving means, not being out of arm’s length of the doors at any time. He was told that if the weight of the load when they left the US Mint was different than what it was at arrival of the Feds, he would be charged.
To make a long story short, the Feds made a road trip out of it and the poor rookie never got a break; his FTO took a nap in the station. The kid had hours of reports to do and apologized profusely and said he’d never open one of those again.
The drivers were exhausted when they showed up and our paperwork was all jacked up because of the new seal. We got it checked in though and secured.
Update: Just over 5,000 likes. Thanks so much. I never thought I’d write something that so many people would like. Most of my stuff is short and simple. Anyway, thanks to all of you who have viewed and/or commented.
Update: Now over 17,000 likes! I can’t believe it. I’ve read quite a few of the comments, but started to give up over time. Thanks to everyone for enjoying the story. Sometimes, I miss those days at the Fed, but I’m better off where I am now.
I think so. It’s not for everyone. It depends on your individual sensibilities.
Just like anywhere else in the world, there are things you may dislike.
But I think on the whole, China is a great place to live. The cities are clean and safe and very modern. No crime to speak of. No homelessness. No drug addiction. Great transportation infrastructure. Great 5G service. Cashless payment.
The shopping malls are quite Westernized with lots of famous Western brands.
The rural areas are quaint and picturesque. Good for tourism.
If you can deal with the language barrier, you can make a good life for yourself in China.
Shorpy
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Baked Lasagna
Ingredients
Sauce
- 3 pounds ripe tomatoes, chopped
- 2 carrots, peeled and chopped
- 2 garlic cloves, crushed
- 1 tablespoon chopped parsley
- 3 tablespoons tomato puree
- 1 large onion, peeled and chopped
- 3 stalks celery, chopped
Lasagna
- 3/4 to 1 pound lasagna noodles
- Butter
- 1/2 pound mozzarella cheese
- 1/4 pound Italian sausage or ground beef, coarsely chopped
- 2 hardboiled eggs, chopped
- 1 cup grated Parmesan cheese
- 1 cup ricotta or cottage cheese
Instructions
Sauce
- Put all the ingredients into a large cooking pot. Cover and simmer for about 1 hour.
- Pass through a sieve; return to the pot, and season to your satisfaction. Continue to simmer until sauce has thickened.
- Just before using this sauce, stir in 2 tablespoons of olive oil and 2 tablespoons of butter.
Lasagna
- Brown sausage or beef, then drain.
- Boil lasagna noodles. Drain and put a layer in a well-buttered casserole dish.
- Add a layer of mozzarella cheese, then a layer of sausage or beef and a thin layer of hardboiled egg.
- Sprinkle with grated Parmesan and ricotta or cottage cheese.
- Moisten cheese with some of tomato sauce.
- Continue in layers, finishing with a good thick layer of grated Parmesan.
- Dot with butter and bake at 350 degrees F for about 30 minutes.
- Serve with warm rolls or garlic bread.