Unemployment filings recede to 466,000 from 505,000 last week.  Cause for celebration, no; Cause for Optimism & Hope, Yes.

http://tinyurl.com/ycgadw8

Google continues to make its impression felt, in a partnership with TiVo.  Google will leverage TiVo’s viewing information to leverage ad buys…

Full Story at MediaPost:

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Google never ceases to amaze us. In the Company’s benevolence of adding captioning for the hearing impaired on the YouTube site, internet marketers will benefit as well.

http://tinyurl.com/yf9kx4r

State Unemployment claims stayed constant at 505,000 this past week (ending Nov 14) according to the Department of Labor. A drop to 500,000 was predicted by some industry experts, but was not to be.  Projections for next week vary from 495,000 to 503,000.

In a partnership initially thought to benefit the second place Yahoo!, and third place MSN,  otherwise known as Bing these days, another scenario could unfold. Let’s take another look at how Google could end up strengthening it’s dominant position atop the digital world.  Will Google ever loose??

Full Article at Mediapost…

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Empower. Yoga. Jesus. Stretch. Breathe. Relax. Hummus. Salad. Taco Bell dressing. Shorts.

Source: Cricinfo, Getty Images

Most people today get bored of doing the same thing in about 20 weeks. Some go on to complete 20 months before the feeling of monotony grips them. Yet Sachin Tendulkar shows no signs of stopping even after 20 years. People around the world are writing, speaking out, and congratulating Sachin for this remarkable feat but that is not the purpose of this article. This write up tries to bring out the love, respect, and admiration people have for him.

On 5th Nov, India took on Australia at Hyderabad. At that time this particular boy was taking on his mba classes. After his classes finished he sat at the dhaba next to his college for a cup of tea. He called his brother and enquired about the score only to be disappointed as Australia had scored 350 runs. He finished his tea and went to meet a friend. As soon as he reached his destination ( food court in a mall) he got to know that Sachin is batting well and India are off to a good start. As he entered the food court, there were a lot of tables placed outside in the open and all the people sitting there had there heads turned towards one direction. As the boy moved inside he also turned his head to see what everyone was looking at and was pleasantly surprised. The match was being projected on a big screen and everyone was glued to it. The boy couldn’t control his smile and did a little hop skip dance not bothering about the people looking at him. He was getting a chance to see Sachin bat on a big screen while sitting under the stars, he wasn’t bothered about anything else.

It was a perfect evening, one he thought he would remember forever if India won the game. Sachin soon completed his half century and the boy stood up and bowed down to his god. Soon after, Sachin unleashed his full array of strokes and was in the nineties within no time. The boy folded his hands under the table and silently prayed for his idol’s 45th hundred. Sachin got to it without any problem and looked up to thank the almighty and probably wish that his Dad was there to see it. The boy also looked up and secretly hoped for the same, as it was his dad who introduced him to the world of Cricket. As India got closer and closer to the impossible target the boy wondered if what he was watching was actually happening and even  said to himself “Yeh kaisa match jita raha hai Sachin?”.

The friend sitting on the other side of the table was new to this world and was amazed at the reactions and expressions the boy  had while following the match. At times the friend became non existent for the boy, all he saw was Sachin and his strokes. But never before had the friend seen such love, devotion and fellowship for  an outsider and so was not complaining. As the match got closer and closer, Sachin batted better and better. Every cover drive for four and every six over the bowler’s head was poetry in motion. It was as if nothing would stop Sachin(or so the boy hoped). The boy let out a gasp when Raina got out, only to follow it up by saying that India still had a chance till Sachin was there. Sachin got to 174 and the boy like many others started hoping that this would be the day when Sachin scores a double hundred in ODI. Sadly it was not to be as Sachin got out on 175. As the ball went up in the air, the boy’s heart went into his mouth and he hoped that the ball would not go to a fielder, but it did. Sachin walked back towards the pavilion filling the stadium with silence and the boy’s eyes with tears.

Source: Cricinfo, Getty Images

What followed was one of the biggest heartbreaks in the boy’s life. India lost needing only 19 more to win after Sachin’s dismissal. The boy couldn’t help but think back about the Chennai test against Pakistan where Sachin got out and the rest were not able to make 17. He was numb and couldn’t hear anything. He couldn’t believe that he saw Sachin’s best innings in one days, for a losing cause. He said good bye to his friend with a heavy heart and continued his journey back home on his bike. But throughout the journey he kept thinking of Sachin and how he would be feeling. He was sure that people will again not see the manner in which Sachin batted but instead see that he didn’t take India to victory. Tears rolled down his eyes as he drove against the cool breeze. A strange feeling hit him as he made his way back, the feeling was like being lost without a map because he thought of cricket without Sachin.

It was an extremely sad end to the day for the boy who only hours before couldn’t control his smile and thought this day would be one the best days of his life.

Today when Sachin completes 20 years, it is incidences like these that truly describe what he means to the people. This was the story of one boy watching one innings of Sachin, but there are millions more like him who would have shed tears for Sachin and who today stand and salute this genius. He has given millions of us so many reasons to smile, to cry, and most importantly, to Believe.

]]> http://rickiswalt.wordpress.com/2009/11/13/search-marketing-analyst-san-francisco-ca/ Fri, 13 Nov 2009 15:03:14 +0000 Rick Iswalt http://rickiswalt.wordpress.com/2009/11/13/search-marketing-analyst-san-francisco-ca/

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Job loss numbers recede this week.  Important questions to ask:

• What does it mean?
• Will they continue to decrease?
• Where have they gone?

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Because I am absolutely insane I have decided to do National November Writing Month. For those of you who don’t know this is a contest where participants must write 175 pages (50,000 words) in 30 days beginning November 1 and ending November 30 at midnight. AH! I’m busy working on said novel. When I’m not on Facebook that is. Hahah. That’s why I haven’t updated here as much. I’m also working on knitting a pair of gloves and a hat which I’ll post pictures of when I’m finished. I’m busy, busy, busy.

Don’t forget to message me about the letter exchange if you’re interested. After this writing twenty letters a week will be easy as pie!

Because I am absolutely insane I have decided to do National November Writing Month. For those of you who don’t know this is a contest where participants must write 175 pages (50,000 words) in 30 days beginning November 1 and ending November 30 at midnight. AH! I’m busy working on said novel. When I’m not on Facebook that is. Hahah. That’s why I haven’t updated here as much. I’m also working on knitting a pair of gloves and a hat which I’ll post pictures of when I’m finished. I’m busy, busy, busy.

Don’t forget to message me about the letter exchange if you’re interested. After this writing twenty letters a week will be easy as pie!

Pictures Courtesy © Getty Images

India Vs Australia, 5th ODI, Rajiv Gandhi Stadium, Hydrabad. Australia had posted 350 in their assigned 50 overs with all players contributing with a ton from Shaun Marsh & 93 from Shane Watson. At that time i thought to myself that it would be a SEHWAG day as he was long overdue, but what followed was the best 3 hours in my life. A godly innings from a godly man. SACHIN RAMESH TENDULKAR. It all started slow an then the batsmen raised the tempo a bit and just when it all looked a bit easier aussies dismissed Sehwag. Oh! i thought it would be tough and it was looking that way when we were 140 odd for 4 , but Sachin was still batting though. And what followed later was HISTORY. I mean i have never seen someone play with that much grit & determination. Sachin is a class apart. Sublime strokes,aggressive batting,motivating the others,classic batting. He was playing as he was 25. As Raina chipped in, Indians were close,very very close. With Raina out it all looked a bit out of control and then Bhajji’s wicket added to the pressure. I was biting away my nails as if it were chips. Will they or will not? And then the big blow…Sachin dismissed.Period. everyone thought. But Praveen Kumar pulled things back with a 6 but it was all too late. India lost eventually by 3 runs & more than half the team total was scored by SACHIN. That tells a story. A story of a Legend. I feel privileged to have witnessed one such innings in my life. It was more Sachin Vs Australia than India Vs Australia. Such was the way he played. A day when even cricket would be proud that Sachin played it!!! A day that will go in the history books as a win by Australia but Sachin was the real winner, a winner of more than a billion hearts all over the world!!!

The match can be summed up as TEN-DO-LITTLES + WON-DULKAR = INDIA. Just simple math that even a child would know. I felt for the first time why 10 others were even playing cricket. It was a Shame we didnt win after all what Sachin did and all came back to say Sachin didn’t finish it off. All of u who say so Get a Life!!!On a signing note i would like to add that even if someone els had chipped in with a little cameo like Raina did Team India could have GIFTED this game to the Little Master. After all Cricket is a TEAM game!!!

Good Night & Cheers

project 2 was a case study, which means we build a model of a building done by a famous architect with the goal of discovering something about that building. almost all projects this semester focus on the control of natural light, and the buildings we were assigned for our study reflected (no pun intended) on that-  click for pics this is the actual building in japan, which i basically cut a line through and built a model of

^someone suggested that i cut strips of paper to seal off the edges of the foam core. this technique is a little time consuming, but gives the model a clean and finished look.

^ one of the pics on the left was on upside down D: fortunately i caught and fixed it before i presented.

“all walls manifest a power that borders the violent. they have the power to divide space, transfigure place and create new domains. walls are the most basic elements of architecture, but they can also be the most enriching”

-tadao ando

the project was pretty simple and straight forward, which was a relief. even more great news is that we didn’t get our next project assigned yet (a multi-story office, i think) and we have the weekend off

-chean

Corrompere i propositi non è come cambiare vestito la sera, o come, ricordo, quando seguivo da adolescente la ragazzina in bicicletta, quella con i capelli scuri e la coda di cavallo che le accarezzava la schiena scoperta per via di una canottiera estiva di cotone, quella che mi fu presentata da un amico di classe, un certo, sì quello con la madre anziana che poi si è diplomato al liceo artistico in Via Cavour, ormai chiuso da tempo, presentatami dicevo da questo amico che una volta a casa sua scrissi una poesia sul disegno da lui dipinto sul cartoncino bristol: giocavamo a fare i dadaisti, bevendo birra a undici anni e anche sambuca: ma per la sambuca posso garantire solo per me, perché la bevevo a casa di nascosto. Quando tutti dormivano, e ancora mio padre e mia madre potevano sognare insieme la loro vita passata, durante la notte aprivo in silenzio lo sportello del buffet impiallacciato in ciliegio e inserivo la mano tra alcuni Old fashioned con fogliolina e ciliegina incise sul vetro e un vassoio con un servito di tazzine da caffè in porcellana Capodimonte che mio padre aveva portato da una delle sue gite di lavoro da autotrasportatore acquistate o forse avute in omaggio perché difettose. Appunto badando a incuneare mano e braccio in un selva di chincaglieria fragile e rumorosa arrivavo fino ai liquori, facendo attenzione a non urtare il Ballantine’s o l’Etichetta Nera e agguantando la Sambuca che all’epoca era molto gustosa. Una volta ne bevvi mezzo litro. Vagavo per la casa sbattendo sui muri e colpendo con le gambe le sedie che cadevano rovinosamente a terra, mi piegavo dal dolore e vomitavo cercando di centrare la tazza del wc che puntualmente mancavo e allora dovevo pulire prima che si alzassero i miei e in seguito dovevo fingere di essere sobrio per non dare a vedere che già il mondo mi pareva mezzo vuoto. Quel giorno avevo bevuto due bicchieri, riempiendo all’orlo un ballon glass molto capiente, e l’amico mi lasciò solo con la ragazza. Procedendo insieme sulle biciclette, mentre le ruote rotolavano sul lastricato interdetto alle auto, su cui si affacciavano prati circondati da siepi di Agazzino con le sue bacche arancione e aspre che amavo mangiare in autunno, e dove facevano foggia di sé lussuriosi lecci, ontani, pioppi e platani all’epoca non ancora abbattuti, cercavamo in qualche modo di comunicare: lei sprizzando da tutti i pori della sua pelle feromoni a volontà ed io al contrario elargendo verbosità gratuita prelevata direttamente dalle mie paure dell’infanzia e raccattata su qualche libro letto nella biblioteca di quartiere; una verbosità però casuale che usciva libera dalla mia bocca già in parte cariata (e ancora oggi incolpo quel dentista addormentato che non si decideva mai ad otturarmi i denti). Appoggiammo le biciclette sull’agazzino che sprofondarono istantaneamente nelle foglie mentre le ruote si incastravano tra i rami. Nell’istante in cui cercavo di recuperarle senza esito, la ragazzina mi supplicava di lasciar perdere e mi implorava di sederci sulla panchina tentando di tirarmi e allungando le sue magre gambe in direzione opposta alla mia ma senza risultato, perché il suo peso era molto inferiore al mio e, nonostante quell’ossuta bambina fosse per me una splendida creatura, non potevo darle a vedere che mi interessavano di più i suoi attillati short delle biciclette incastrate; e inoltre, ritornando all’inizio di questo episodio, dicevo, corrompere i propositi di entrare in intimità con una donna per poi abbandonarli al primo ostacolo fu tutt’uno con la sua reazione stizzita, quando mi disse di sedermi e io mi sedetti e lei si sedette sulle mie gambe e mi chiese cosa avremmo dovuto fare ed io risposi: “Sono bravo in Geografia”.

Col tempo imparerò a scordarmi dei movimenti impercettibili, come un sapore nascosto nel corpo di un cibo, assumibile mentalmente solo da persone esperte. E quando sarai arrivata la mattina nella camera per portarmi i sorrisi della veglia, andrò fiero del mio ego inestinguibile, varcando e infrangendo fasci di polvere illuminata dal sole di gennaio, nell’attraversare pochi stupidi metri fino alle chicchere calde: cioccolato bollente e denso col glutine appiccicato alla tazza per me, un latte macchiato e fette ai cinque cereali per te. C’inzupperemo il mondo e i nostri propositi attraverso il vapore caldo del bollito profumato. Rideremo e il tuo sorriso sarà per me un vanto da serbare nel tempo, buono da usare nei giorni più cupi dei nostri litigi. Taceremo e il tuo silenzio sarà un suono da registrare per non perdere il ricordo preciso e indomabile di cosa  sia l’assenza dei suoni. Piangeremo e la tua lacrima sarà serbata per ricordarmi la tua bellezza nei giorni senili quando il monsone asciutto avrà evaporato tutte le lacrime, tutte le perline di sudore, tutti i liquidi esistenti sul tuo corpo nudo. Peccato che non vivremo questi giorni perché mentre scivolo durante le aspersioni calde del mattino estivo faccio a tempo a vederti sulla passeggiata di lena per non perdere la metropolitana, gridando la tua rabbia e imprecando nella corsa resa difficile dai tacchi alti dieci centimetri. Alzandomi non vedrò che la motrice veloce saettare sui binari verso il centro commerciale. Senza indizi non ti troverò mai. Senza indizi non faremo colazione insieme e non entrerai nella camera con il tuo buongiorno illuminato e gioioso. Senza indizi resterò qui con la mia siringa pronta per un altro livido sul braccio piegato, pronto a stringere il laccio su quel che resta del mio bicipite.

Distribuzioni, concitazioni, arsura con lunghe code di abietti in attesa. L’astro luminoso in auge sullo zenit di una terra stremata, lampade di paraffina bruciata la notte, vecchie giacche di pile rattoppate, stoffe e mantelli ricavati da lisi stracci adesso preziosi per scaldarsi in inverno, orinatoi all’aperto per minzioni di tutti, senza distinzioni di sesso. Quattro case crollate per consunzione o annichilite dai vapori del plutonio, come roccaforti di nuovi leader programmatori di libertà. Programmatori di un futuro radioso, dispensatori di cibo, di calore, proprietari delle menti e dei corpi; dei nostri corpi. Anni e anni di sopravvivenza, bimbi che correvano a nascondersi per gioco dietro le nuove rocce e madri che li riprendevano per timori fondati, preoccupazioni spesso rivelatesi conferme inappuntabili, e conseguenti dispiaceri che affioravano dopo ogni scomparsa. Né potevano chiedere aiuto, rivolgersi ai programmatori per non essere trascinate in locali alternativi, prigioni immonde ricavate da vecchie costruzioni strette e anguste, piccole stanze malamente riparate. La ragazza stava in uno di quei loculi; nel cercare cibo era uscita dalla coda perenne dei corpi meritandosi la sua prigione, era uscita dal fluido della massa umana, coeso come un corpo unico, per agguantare qualcosa più in là, oltrepassando un nuovo steccato, ancora un altro limite. Non che sul terreno vi fossero indicazioni, perché per tutti era obbligatorio porsi limiti, rinunciare all’Altrove, diminuendo nella mente la distanza della linea dell’orizzonte. Presa e divenuta concubina del Programmatore di zona (un uomo-donna di nuova generazione, una mutazione voluta dal Sacro Plutonio), amata e toccata dalla Sacerdotessa programmatrice, era stata costretta in uno di quei loculi. Non sapeva dei secoli passati, né di quelli ancora da venire, adesso che la sua vita era vissuta al tramonto dell’homo sapiens, scelta dal destino come nuova Eva mitocondriale. Non sapeva, vivendo nella notte dell’umanità, mentre i programmatori massacravano i deboli, e programmavano la vita dei robusti, non sapeva. La sera prima di coricarsi all’interno del sarcofago di marmo assegnatole dalla Sacerdotessa per riparasi dall’inverno post-nucleare, guardava quel monile preso al di là della linea, ammirava quell’oggetto che tendeva stranamente a luccicare se sfregato col lembo della sua veste lacerata. Non sapeva di una targa di ottone spuntata dal terreno contaminato scambiata per un monile da lustrare. Per la ragazza era un dono dell’Altrove. Sul metallo era inciso qualcosa e lei ignara trascorreva le ore del crepuscolo, rinchiusa nel suo sarcofago, a far scorrere le dita su quelle strane e precise screpolature. Se avesse conosciuto la lingua dei demoni del passato avrebbe potuto leggere queste parole: “grande condottiero, eroe del tempo e della libertà, morto nell’adempimento del proprio dovere, qui riposa in pace”, e scoprire qualcosa del precedente inquilino.

Arenandomi nei gamberi da giorni, ingozzandoli unti nell’ultimo olio fritto, sperando in un cambiamento. Mentre la voce assente della tv echeggiava nella penombra della sala poco illuminata. Provai ad alzarmi invano. Le mie membra fiacche e doloranti. Un senso di nausea e improvvisa arsura. Acqua nella bottiglia sul frigo. Ma non riuscii a sollevarmi, pensando a quelle persone fuori in cerca del niente, vinte dalla certezza di essere out. Forse qualche giorno prima ci saremmo riusciti. Ma quanto prima? La giornalista in differita annunciava disastri collettivi. Ricaddi volendo alzarmi nel tentativo di raggiungere la balaustra del terrazzino. Accendendo il cd col telecomando invase l’aria non riscaldata dal metano, estinto per inedia dei governi e delle genti, una musica registrata di un live jazz enigmatico alla Keith Jarrett, coprendo i miei ultimi singulti dell’anafilassi; e il cielo d’improvviso spazzò tutto. Coprendosi le membra umide per la pioggia giorni prima l’avevo vista sul pianerottolo: un sorriso vago di circostanza, una ragazza così giovane, la sera gettarsi nel silenzio freddo dei palazzi fino alla sua pozza di sangue sul selciato dissestato per cattiva manutenzione. Non ne rimanemmo sconvolti per via del numero sempre più alto di chi non sopportava più questo abbandono del mondo. Fuori nell’aria fredda, distanziandomi dal mio corpo riverso sul divano, le gambe rilassate verso la tv, le mani tenendosi il collo gonfio e gli occhi intenti a guardare una lampada soffiata di Murano; fuori nell’aria della notte, udendo il brusio di tanti ricordi, le voci d’infanzia, gli amici, l’amore, mentre al suolo, oltre alle solite pozze, sgangherati bidoni coperti dall’immondizia e dai fuochi; in là, opposta al tramonto, la città immensa in attesa della sua ultima alba.

Cistothorus platentis   Troglodyte à bec court  /  Sedge Wren  

A vulnerable species in Québec, the Sedge Wren nests in humid prairies, freshwater marshes and peat bogs in south-western Québec. In the winter, it is found near American coastlines and it can be located in New Mexico. Its diet is made up of various insects and spiders that it captures in the foliage of trees. The Sedge Wren is 10 to 11 cm in length.

Espèce vulnérable au Québec, le troglodyte à bec court niche dans les prés humides, les marais d’eau douce et les tourbières du sud-ouest du Québec. En hiver, on le retrouve près des côtes américaines et il peut être localisé au Nouveau-Mexique. Son régime alimentaire se compose d’insectes variés et d’araignées qu’il capture dans le feuillage des arbres. Le troglodyte à bec court mesure entre 10 et 11 cm de longueur.

Le tétras du Canada est un oiseau sédentaire de la forêt boréale du Québec et de la forêt acadienne des Maritimes. Tout aussi présent en Alaska et dans les autres provinces canadiennes, il se nourrit selon les saisons, variant ainsi son alimentation. En été, il savoure des fruits, des champignons, des insectes et des plantes vertes alors qu’en hiver, il consomme des aiguilles et des bourgeons de conifères. La longueur du tétras du Canada varie entre 38 et 43 cm.

Musée de la civilisation,
collection du Séminaire de Québec,
The Birds of America,
John James Audubon,
176/1993.34777

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Columba leucocephala  Pigeon à couronne blanche  /  White-crowned Pigeon  

The White-crowned Pigeon is one of the largest pigeons of its species. Originating from the Florida Everglades and Keys, it winters mainly in the West Indies but can also be seen in the Bahamas, in the Caribbean, north of Panama and along the Central American coast. A fruit-eater, the White-crowned Pigeon is threatened by several factors: hurricanes, predation in its nests, poaching, and human settlement development. Its length is 34 cm.

Le pigeon à couronne blanche est l’un des plus gros pigeons de son espèce. Originaire des Everglades et des Keys de la Floride, il hiverne surtout aux Antilles mais peut être remarqué aux Bahamas, aux Caraïbes, au nord de Panama et sur les côtes de l’Amérique Centrale. Frugivore, le pigeon à couronne blanche est menacé par plusieurs facteurs : ouragan, prédation des nids, braconnage et développement humain. Sa longueur est de 34 cm.

Musée de la civilisation,
collection du Séminaire de Québec,
The Birds of America,
John James Audubon,
177/1993.34778

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Full article and photos: http://www.mcq.org/audubon/catalogue/audubon_001.html