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Telling Secrets: January 2007

Sunday, August 31st, 2008

Array The location is not far from York College.Closest Subway Stop to: 103RD PRECINCT - Queens ——————————————————Get off at the F Train stop — 169TH ST STATION Walk 0.37 miles South to destination mapClosest Bus Routes to: 103RD PRECINCT - Queens ——————————————————168TH ST & JAMAICA AV Q110 Bus Q110 JAMAICA Q41 Bus Q41 JAMAICA BUS TERM Q6 Bus Q6 JAMAICA Q8 Bus Q8 JAMAICA Q9 Bus Q9 JAMAICA JAMAICA AV & 168TH ST Q110 Bus Q110 JAMAICA AVE : 212TH Q110 Bus Q110 QUEENS VILLAGE Q9A Bus Q9A JAMAICA 168 ST & JAMAICA AV Q17 Bus Q17 - FLUSHING MAIN ST STA Q17 Bus Q17 - LTD FLUSHING MAIN ST STA JAMAICA AV & 168 ST Q30 Bus Q30 - LITTLE NECK L NECK PKY Q30 Bus Q30 - SPRINGFIELD BL H HARDING EXY Q31 Bus Q31 - BAYSIDE 27 AV F LEWIS BL Q54 Bus Q54 - JAMAICA 170 ST Q56 Bus Q56 - JAMAICA 170 ST JAMAICA AV & 168 PL Q54 Bus Q54 - FRSH PND RD Q54 Bus Q54 - WILLAMSBURG BRIDGE PLZ Q56 Bus Q56 - BWAY JCT VN SNDRN AV MERRICK BL & 90 AV Q17 Bus Q17 - JAMAICA ARCHER AV Q17 Bus Q17 - LTD JAMAICA ARCHER AV JAMAICA AV & MERRICK BL Q30 Bus Q30 - JAMAICA ARCHER AV MERRICK BL Q30 Bus Q30 - JAMAICA LIRR STA SUTPHIN BL Q31 Bus Q31 - JAMAICA LIRR STA SUTPHIN BL JAMAICA AV & 165TH ST Q24 Bus Q24 - BUSHWICK VN BUREN ST Q24 Bus Q24 - BWAY JCT VN SNDRN AV via ATLANTIC via BWAY JAMAICA AV & 165 ST Q24 Bus Q24 - BSHWK VAN BUREN ST via ATLNTC via BWAY Q24 Bus Q24 - BWAY JCT VN SNDRN AV via ATLANTIC MERRICK BLVD & 89TH AVE X32 Bus X32 - BRONX GOULDEN AV HILLSIDE AV & 168 ST Q43 Bus Q43 - FLORAL PARK 268 ST via HILLSIDE Q43 Bus Q43 - LTD FLORAL PARK 268 ST via HILLSIDE Q43 Bus Q43 - SPRINGFIELD BL ARCHER AV & MERRICK BL Q20 Bus Q20A - JAMAICA MERRICK BL via 20 AV via MAIN S Q20 Bus Q20B - JAMAICA MERRICK BL via 14 AV via MAIN ST Q44 Bus Q44 - JAMAICA MERRICK BL via MAIN ST Q44 Bus Q44 - LTD JAMAICA MERRICK BL via MAIN ST Q5 Bus Q5 - 233 ST VIA MERRICK Q5 Bus Q5 - GREEN ACRES via MERRICK Q5 Bus Q5 - ROSEDALE LIRR STA via MERRICK Q9A Bus Q9A SOUTH JAMAICA MERRICK BL & ARCHER AV Q20 Bus Q20A - COLLEGE PT via MAIN ST via 20 AV Q20 Bus Q20A - FLUSHING MAIN ST STA Q20 Bus Q20B - COLLEGE PT via MAIN ST via 14 AV Q44 Bus Q44 - BRONX ZOO W FARMS SQ via MAIN ST Q44 Bus Q44 - FLUSHING MAIN ST STA Q44 Bus Q44 - LTD BRONX ZOO W FARMS SQ via MAIN ST JAMAICA AVE & 164TH ST Q41 Bus Q41 HOWARD BEACH Q6 Bus Q6 JFK NORTH CARGO Q8 Bus Q8 EAST NEW YORK Q9 Bus Q9 SOUTH JAMAICA HILLSIDE AV & 168 PL Q1 Bus Q01 - BELLROSE 243 ST Q1 Bus Q01 - QUEENS VILL JAMAICA AV Q36 Bus Q36 - FLORAL PK 257 ST via JAMAICA

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Marigny victims worked to leave mark on city Saturday, January 06, 2007By Brendan McCarthy After the flood, Helen Hill ached to return to her adopted city. Her husband, Paul Gailiunas, resisted. The storm had destroyed the health clinic he co-founded in the Treme neighborhood to serve the city’s poor. Gailiunas, a doctor, fretted about the quality of the air and water, and of life in general, for the couple and their baby son, Francis. Hill’s parents in South Carolina, where the couple had retreated in exile, worried, too. They had seen the destruction on television. But she had New Orleans in her heart and imagination, her stepfather, Kevin Lewis, said Friday, a day after Hill was shot dead and her husband wounded inside their Marigny home. She was idealistic. She wanted her family and her creative life fulfilled here. Without telling Gailiunas, Hill recruited her friends in New Orleans to help put the hard sell on her husband. She mailed them dozens of self-addressed postcards telling them to mail them back to Gailiunas, calling him back home. It worked: They returned on Aug. 28, settling into half of a white double shotgun home in Faubourg Marigny, on higher ground than their flooded home in Mid-City. That decision proved fatal. Four months later, shortly before 6 a.m. Thursday, Hill died of a gunshot to the neck inside her home, where police would also find her husband, shot three times, clutching 2-year-old Francis near the couple’s front door. On Friday, as the couple’s home turned into a spontaneous memorial and a gathering place for grieving friends, Gailiunas had taken the baby to a safe, quiet place out of the city, friends and family said. Meanwhile, new details emerged in the killing. Officers had been working a bizarre burglary call at a bed-and-breakfast nearby when they heard loud noises — apparently, the gunshots — and soon got a call from dispatch. Four officers bolted out of the bed-and-breakfast toward the couple’s home, said the owner of the guest house, who asked that his name not be used. New Orleans police confirmed the nearby investigation, in which officers responded to reports of an armed man breaking into the bed-and-breakfast and knocking on guests’ doors. The gunman apparently fled after a guest heard knocking in an interior hallway and opened her door to see a man with a gun standing in the hall, said the co-owner of the guest house. But detectives don’t know if the incident is linked to the shooting, said Lt. Joe Meisch, commander of the homicide division. Grieving friends As police worked to unravel the mystery, the couple’s wide circle of friends wept and traded stories of their electric personalities and commitment to their community. As the afternoon wore on, the crowd in front of their home grew, as did the memorial in front of the porch. Emmy O’Dwyer sat on the stoop, weeping and trading stories about Hill. O’Dwyer, who taught Francis at Abeona House, a preschool on Oak Street, showed pictures of a smiling mother holding a grinning baby in overalls and a brimmed hat. The photo had been taken just a week ago at an Oak Street cafe, O’Dwyer said. They were just larger than life, spirited, colorful, just naturally happy, which is so rare, O’Dwyer said, to find people just happy living each day. Hill wore thrift store garb and made experimental films, a craft she sought to share with other women, holding film-making bees in which they made rudimentary films, said one friend who wept in front of Hill’s impromptu memorial Friday. Gailiunas sang songs about love and leftist politics in a solo act called Ukulele Against the Machine. Both reveled in the funky Marigny arts community. They didn’t drink, didn’t smoke and didn’t eat meat or dairy products. They had a pet, a pot-bellied pig named Rosie, always a hit with the children they often invited to their home. Hill hailed from Columbia, S.C., but had a unique accent that reflected the wide-ranging cities she had lived in, friends said. Gailiunas grew up in Halifax, Nova Scotia, where the couple lived for several years before settling in New Orleans. They met in the late 1980s at Harvard College, where they lived in the same dormitory. Hill graduated in 1992 and moved to New Orleans briefly with her boyfriend — and Gailiunas, then just her friend. The boyfriend was Gailiunas’ roommate, her stepfather said. Shortly, Gailiunas became the boyfriend. It was New Orleans that cooked this engagement, her stepfather said. They fell deeply in love, friends and family said. She called him Paulie, he called her Helinka. She went to graduate school in California while he attended medical school in Halifax. Gailiunas wrote her love letters and songs. At their South Carolina wedding in 1996, he sang his vows while strumming a guitar, bringing his guests to tears. When she had to say her vows, she just went tongue-tied, said her stepfather, who officiated at the ceremony. We were all waiting, rooting for it to happen. After she wept through the ceremony, the couple rode into the wedding reception on a rusty tandem bicycle borrowed from Hill’s grandfather. Choosing New Orleans In 2001, they moved to New Orleans, the latest young, idealistic and very-much-in-love couple in town. They lived in Mid-City, at Cleveland and Clark streets, and became block celebrities; partly because they had a pig, partly because of their outgoing nature and open houses. It kills me, because they could have lived anywhere they wanted, said former neighbor Gary Cruise. He was a doctor, and she was an artist. But they chose to live in New Orleans, because they felt they could have an impact. In one memorable instance, Cruise said the couple had a birthday party for Rosie the pig that was fit for a finicky 5-year-old. The couple rented a carnival cotton candy machine and fed dozens of adults and children. They must have invited half the neighborhood, Cruise recalled. I tell you, their house was never boring. They had an eclectic group of friends. Reaching out They started serving their community right away. They ran Food Not Bombs New Orleans, gathering discarded goods at Whole Foods and organizing meal runs to feed the homeless. Hill started a film co-op, the New Orleans Film Collective, just as she had done in Halifax. She gave free film seminars and helped promote a sense of community among artistic strangers. She was exemplary in every way, said Robert Thompson, owner of a Mid-City coffee shop that hosted Hill’s annual cinema workshop. She made do-it-yourself film shorts with simple materials, whatever she had around at the time. Some shorts featured clay characters, paper cutouts, colored paper. She was creative, artistic and thrived in this environment, friend and former neighbor Bart Everson said. She wanted to be in this city. In 2004, Hill won a prestigious 5,000 Rockefeller Media Fellowship, which she decided to use to complete a film project called The Florestine Collection. The inspiration came while she was shopping in a thrift store, where she stumbled onto a set of dresses patched together from mismatched fabrics. She fell in love with them, friend Rene Broussard said, and bought every one she could find. Then she set out to find the seamstress, a blind woman in her 90s who made the dresses for money, and started documenting her life. Also in 2004, Gailiunas helped open Little Doctors Neighborhood Clinic on Esplanade in Treme. The family practice was run on a sliding-fee scale based on a patient’s income. He was giving poor people the one-on-one attention that they wouldnt get even if they were rich,” said patient Billy Sothern, 30. “Paul was a doctor who would spend extra time with you. He was calming.” Coming home Just before the flood, Gailiunas and Hills careers and personal lives began to blossom. They welcomed a baby, Francis Pop, on whom they doted endlessly, friends said. Then the hurricane hit and their Mid-City home was destroyed. They lost “90 percent of their stuff,” according to an interview Hill gave to the Los Angeles Daily News in September 2006. Their apartment in the 2400 block of North Rampart Street seemed to fit their personalities: Its in an artsy, diverse community, with enough space for Hills art and to house a growing toddler and a pet pig. It has bars on the windows. In marking their return to New Orleans, the couple opened their home during “Open Studio Days,” an arts festival in which homes double as galleries. Gailiunas had started working for Daughters of Charity Health Center in Bywater, another community-based clinic that turned no one away. Growing memorial By late Friday, the crowd outside the couples home had grown to more than 20 people, most dropping off flowers, pictures and handwritten notes at the memorial on the front steps. Charles Cannon, a writer and teacher who lives nearby, walked by with his child in a stroller. Just an acquaintance of the couple, he recalled meeting them a couple of years ago. They had marched together in Krewe du Jieux, a subkrewe of the satirical Krewe du Vieux, the first parade of Carnival. He was struck, he said, by their particular brand of genuine liberalism, their sincere embracing of a duty to help others. You’re exactly the kind of people I want to move to New Orleans and start a family, Cannon recalled telling them. Another woman who identified herself only as a neighbor dropped off a note on the couples porch, calling Hill an angel and applauding “the love and joy you brought into this dark world.” Standing in front of the porch, she seethed with anger at the unknown attacker. “They would never do it,” the woman said, “but they should have answered the door with a gun.” . . . . . . . Staff writer Walt Philbin contributed to this report. Brendan McCarthy can be reached at bmccarthy@timespicayune.com or (504) 826-3301. Nola.com photo Paul Gailiunas (seen here on guitar during a performance at the Louisiana Music Factory) performs with his band the Troublemakers.-nola.comListen to the Troublemakers, Paul Gailiunas bandlink

VandenBos, editor in chief.Washington, DC : American Psychological Association, c2007Ref BF31 .A63 2007The largest scientific and professional organization representing psychology in the United States and the largest association of psychologists in the world–the American Psychological Association–present a landmark reference work, the definitive information on the language of the field, including: 25,000 entries offering clear and authoritative definitions; 2 vols.Ref PN1995.9.H53 H66 2004Volume 1 deals with films of fiction relating to the Holocaust, for the most part feature or television films from various countries. Volume 1 also contains a list ofresources including archives of Holocaust films, film databases,film indexes, and sources for purchase of scripts.Read a review from Booklist, Dec. 2004.World Development Indicators 06Washington, D.C.
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The following is a promo for a PBS show scheduled to air on February 20th.Okay, so you’re asking why it is that this priest in affluent, Republican, lily-white Chatham, NJ is concerned about this video?Well, because Hip Hop Nation is not just about music. Music is the vehicle for the expression of a cultural identity which appeals to people of all ethnicities, all races and cultures.I’ve heard Hip Hop played in the barios of Newark, the clubs in Manhattan, and on the streets in Ohio, California, England, Dubai in the Emerits, Lagos, Nigeria and Kumasi, Ghana.I would guess that 80% of the music I hear coming from the kids in my Chatham Youth Group is Hip Hop.
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The 90% Below: It’s 2007 - Pay Attention!!!

Sunday, August 31st, 2008

Array Turn around and you’d get the impression that here is a bunch of 60 odd sincere students with grave faces working on excel sheets trying out the modeling examples. I myself have been caught nodding a little too intelligently, and the prof in his eagerness to showcase the most interested student to the class called upon me to supplement his point. The PMIR students (the bschool’s special HR programme) wouldn’t know any of this. Arre stupid, the classes are already overflowing with BM students (the bschool’s general stream MBA, in short the class full of students who have no clue what they want). The last five terms have graciously presented some of the highest value addition ever encountered in my student life (read subjects I fucked up in grades, but am trying to justify this way..). And if you are wondering why I ever bothered to read it in the first place, it is because our professor devoutly believed in the XXX philosophy even more than the bible he swore by: Thrice the number of lectures, three end terms, three projects….
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The details are on today’s Chicagoist post and, being that I already committed to 52 beers in 52 weeks for the Beer of the Week series, decided on the modest goal of 100 different beers this year.
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What a game. I do not want to get into details, so let’s get into the game that I missed.First of all - the Mavericks must beat the Spurs. I gave them maybe 2% chance last year to do so, but they won Game 7 in San Antonio which was probably my favorite basketball game of all-time. Anyway, the Spurs are the biggest rival and I don’t like the Spurs at all. They have gone on some serious streaks, a 12-game win streak early in the year and currently a 13-game win streak that might simply grow and grow. They play the Lakers in Los Angeles next, and I’m always skeptical of that game.
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The above photo is looking north from close to our boathouse and is roughly what would be waiting for us at the bottom of the slipway after a launch.
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New Designs for January 2007from left to right:rayon spandex dress RM69.90bag RM45.90long sleeve top RM32.90printed skirt RM39.90faux pearl necklace RM29.90tube chiffon dress RM89.90from left to right:striped shirt RM35.90wool pencil skirt with belt RM49.90knitted cardigan RM39.90satin spandex pants RM45.903/4 sleeve shirt RM32.90pants RM47.90from left to right:printed tube dress RM79.90belt RM29.90necklace RM29.90striped wrap dress RM89.90striped halter neck dress RM79.90necklace RM29.90from left to right:shirt dress RM45.90jacket RM49.90shirt RM35.90skirt RM39.90rayon dress RM79.90from left to right:overlap knit top RM39.90satin bow pants RM49.90necklace RM29.90knitted top RM37.90wool pants RM39.90satin belt RM29.90cropped blouse RM37.90satin stretch pants RM47.90from left to right:knit cardigan RM39.90printed skirt RM39.90chiffon top RM35.90chiffon skirt RM39.90necklace RM29.90knit blouse RM37.90printed skirt RM39.90belt RM25.90shopping bag RM9.90from left to right:dot chiffon dress RM89.90necklace RM29.90printed modal dress RM79.90bag RM42.90necklace RM29.90chiffon dress RM89.90

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I was walking along - not really paying any attention to where or what I was walking on - head up, eyes ahead - pretty mindless. But then there are the times on the journey where the path gets a little trecherous and we have to pay a little more attention - if not extremely close attention - lest we fall. I have been taking life as it has been thrown at me - not really paying close attention to where I am going - just trying to survive. I choose heading toward my life - leaving the other behind.SO - what does all of this have to do with paying attention? From God’s standpoint - Him pruning and refining me and me paying attention to how He is doing that in my life. From my standpoint - working on self-discipline in every area and paying attention to how I choose to live this life God has given to me. Intentionally involving God in my everyday life and letting Him lead and guide - and paying attention to what He is saying. Listening - and obeying.It is going to be a hard year - but one of growth.
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Hildebrando Corporation: Capítulo 6.- 18 cuerdas asesinas.

Sunday, August 31st, 2008

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A sério????Olhando bem para ele, será que alguém acredita que ESTE homem tenha tomado uma substância ilegal?Dupond

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18 segundos muestra del fotografo español Ivan Hidalgo y el pintor mexicano Alejandro Marcos.
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Abel Xavier suspenso 18 Meses por Doping.Não terá sido por causa do cabelo?
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SOY UNA PERSONA!!!!!!!!!!-Who is number 1?-You are number 6Nº6Nº6Nº6Nº6Nº6…21/11/2005:14:55Oyendo Heatmiser, something to lose…Labels: Tv Serial Killer

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Algunas de las obras de 18×18 las podes pasar a ver en Chalet de Bassi-Hotel Bed & Breakfast ubicado en Cervantes 1795 - Benegas Godoy Cruz - Mendoza Argentina.Para concretar visita tenes que hablar con Rodrigo Pena Perez.tel (0261)4394680chaletbassi@hotmail.comwww.mendoza.unlugar.com

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por besarte en el ombligo.Me muero de ganas por tener algo que ver contigo, me muero de ganas por tener tu cuerpo junto al míoMe matan las ganas por vivir y por morir contigo, en donde los sueños no tengan final, en donde la luna nos pueda tocar, en donde no exista ni un golpe de vista…que arañe a la libertad.Piérdete conmigo, que te llevaré amor mío, más allá de lo debido, donde nada es igual, donde está lo desconocido.Piérdete conmigo, que te enseñaré amor mío, un manual de lo prohibido, un amor sin final… Él mira venir un coche solitario por la avenida empapada, esconde la mano detrás de la espalda, sus flores están turgentes de humedad y el gesto cursi le provoca un poco de pena, no es muy bueno en las lides de la expresividad, pero sus ojos empiezan a arder como pequeñas antorchas y su pecho se enciende de pasión, el coche va bajando la velocidad, hasta llegar exactamente a la banqueta de Valerio Trujano… entonces, cuando a la distancia suenan las tres y cuarto de la mañana, ella lo mira de un modo que él no puede resistir: Se abalanzan el uno contra el otro y se besan, meten sus manos entre las ropas del otro, se desata una magia que amenaza con suplir al sortilegio inicial, aquel que solo permite visiones oníricas, aquel que solamente los acerca por momentos breves… Parece ser que al final ambos son parte de algo que es más fuerte que la noche, que la soledad, que todos y cada uno de los rayos que empezaron a despertarlos de sus respectivos letargos… la serenata que le ha llevado suena espantosa en los oídos de Él, mientras que Rafael se deshace en canciones acompañado por tres guitarras, no una, como la suya, son tres, y se mueven de manera magistral en aquellas manos, enmascarando la voz ebria del cantante improvisado, del amante herido, del hombre que tiene las manos llenas de promesas que él jamás podría igualar. Entonces, él salta afuera del coche, y echa a andar por la calle, sintiendo como la lluvia empieza a llenar los tejidos de su ropa de agua helada, como aquel vidrio que rompió en el sueño se impacta en su cuerpo desnudo, no va a mirar atrás aunque siente que algo hermoso y sublime le espera, pues los sueños son así, intermitentes, y aquella noche jamás será la última que pasen ambos, atados, ciegos y expectantes a lo que suceda…
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