ok, so we did actually do an extractbrew over at Brewnut’s the other day. It was nothing flash, but a good opportunity for us to get our hands dirty and do some brewing. This happened a few weeks back, so it is already bottled and will be ready for drinking soon. Time to start planning the next Brew.

Mike Judge, writer/director of King of the Hill, has been in the business of making people laugh for a long time, and perhaps if his past works hadn’t been such comedic hits, his latest, Extract, wouldn’t have been such a let-down.

Extract tells the story of Joel Reynold (Jason Bateman), a man comfortable in his life as the owner of a successful Extract-production plant, in which he oversees a line of workers with very strong, but very stereotyped Redneck personalities.  After his marriage turns sex-less and attractive con-artist Cindy (Mila Kunis) takes a job at the plant, Joel allows his grubby bartender friend Dean (Ben Affleck) to hire a man to seduce his wife, clearing Joel’s conscience to go for Cindy.

One machinery accident and one lost testicle later, the floor manager, coerced by money-hungry Cindy, threatens to sue, which would put an end to the plant – the last positive thing left in Joel’s life.

Bateman’s acting is the same as it always is — funny, dry, and subtle.  But in this film, it seems his humor is a bit misplaced, as the other actors are over-the-top funny.  Bateman fans are used to his complacent attitude in most of his acting, but in this film — when the audience is watching Joel’s world crashing down around him – the subdued nature that fans find funny (and dare I say, attractive?) becomes nothing short of frustrating and unfitting for the scenes.

Affleck, who I ordinarily hate, is the perfect actor to play a degenerate bartender who keeps a box of pills including horse tranquilizers and a variety of recreational drugs — though he can’t tell the difference between them — under the counter, as well as the phone number for a gigolo programmed into his cell.  As out there as he is, his performance isn’t over-the-top.

I applaud Judge’s attempt to bring together a cast of very diverse actors, but he didn’t do it seamlessly.  Bateman’s acting is poorly matched with Mila Kunis’; I have trouble watching her in anything but That 70s Show and kept waiting for her to come out in bellbottoms and ridicule Fez.

Visually, the film is very bland.  Granted, the majority of it takes place in a flavored extract plant and the blandness matches Bateman’s subdued acting style.  But at times the dry acting and the dry scenery had me looking around and counting the seats in the theater — about 200, and less than a quarter of them full — until something funny but undeniably stupid happened on-screen again.

The plot is believable as a person’s boring — but not bad — life, but the ending is a bit too clean for me.  Certainly, there is an obvious choice for a “safe” ending in a storyline where a wife cheats and the couple separates.  Fine.  But when the husband pays a gigolo — who later carries on a relationship with his wife — to sleep with her, the safe, predictable ending probably should be tweaked a bit.  I wasn’t impressed with Judge’s choice for the ending.

Don’t get me wrong — I laughed a lot in this movie.  At times, it was because something was so stupid that I couldn’t help it.  Often, it was because I appreciated Bateman’s dry humor, and his collaboration with Affleck.  But the woman sitting three rows behind me chomping on popcorn throughout the movie (don’t people usually finish it by the end of the previews?) and laughing like a hyena must have been watching something else.

The movie is strong in the beginning, but as it continues and the story gets more and more convoluted, it just becomes too much.  The acting doesn’t mesh well and the shots are too “safe” and boring.

At the end, Judge tries to bring Extract full circle and give it the same cookie-cutter feel that the beginning of the movie implies it will have.  But the film loses that opportunity sometime around the time the gigolo is paid, and it just isn’t believable.

Nature and Animal Conservation

 

     Preserving species and their habitats is important for ecosystems to self-sustain themselves. Yet, the pressures to destroy habitat for logging, illegal hunting, and other challenges are making conservation a struggle.

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 What is Biodiversity ?

 

    The variety of life on Earth, its biological diversity is commonly referred to as biodiversity. The number of species of plants, animals, and microorganisms, the enormous diversity of genes in these species, the different ecosystems on the planet, such as deserts, rainforests and coral reefs are all part of a biologically diverse Earth.

   

    Appropriate conservation and sustainable development strategies attempt to recognize this as being integral to any approach. Almost all cultures have in some way or form recognized the importance that nature, and its biological diversity has had upon them and the need to maintain it. Yet, power, greed and politics have affected the precarious balance.

Does it really matter if there arent so many species?

Biodiversity boosts ecosystem productivity where each species, no matter how small, all have an important role to play.

For example, a larger number of plant species means a greater variety of crops; greater species diversity ensures natural sustainability for all life forms; and healthy ecosystems can better withstand and recover from a variety of disasters.

And so, while we dominate this planet, we still need to preserve the diversity in wildlife.

Who Cares?

  Biodiversity boosts ecosystem productivity where each species, no matter how small, all have an important role to play. For example, a larger number of plant species means a greater variety of crops; greater species diversity ensures natural sustainability for all life forms; and healthy ecosystems can better withstand and recover from a variety of disasters.

And so, while we dominate this planet, we still need to preserve the diversity in wildlife.

Loss of Biodiversity and Extinctions

It is feared that human activity is causing massive extinctions. From various animal species, forests and the ecosystems that forests support, marine life. The costs associated with deteriorating or vanishing ecosystems will be high. However, sustainable development and consumption would help avert ecological problems.

 

  

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I am currently in the garage brewing up a batch of American Blonde Ale with 1056 American Wyeast I used an American Blonde extract kit from st. Louis Wine and Beer Making, but I also picked up some Magnum to dry-hop with.
I just now added my first bittering hops at the beginning of the boil.
I looked at doing some other types of hoptastic brews, but am excited about the potential and simplicity of this brew with this kit.
My next addition to Adam Brewing will either be a “better bottle” or a infusion wort chiller. I will probably have both before the new year.
At the beginning of the boil, I am going crazy vigorous to work on some proteins, but will back off to a calm boil until I add the dry malt extract.
I steeped the specialty grains with a little 3 pot method. I cracked and placed the grains directly into the 150* water for a half an hour. I also had another pot of 1 gallon that I brought to 150*. I poured pot 2 into the pot that would be the boil kettle. I then strained the grains from pot 1 into pot 2, poured the wort into the boil kettle and started boiling. I then tossed the grains and pot 2 into pot 1. Pot 1 still had some of the grains, it all rinsed, and then went into the boil kettle to boil up 2 gallons.
That is where I sit now. I smacked the yeast at 6, so I will pitch at 9 tonight.
good times.
I anticipate to be done in plenty of time for New Years, therefore HOPPY NEW YEARS!

A Working Day in the Life of An English Teacher in Tokyo: 11/2001

9am: A girl with two-inch roots who doesn’t have a great deal to say, in any language. (I think the traffic outside is making that noise because of the rain.) When I show her a picture of a child drowning, she says “I will rescue her,” then, frowning, admits she cannot swim. The other girl in the class tells me that Japanese people have no hobbies so they go shopping. She laughs at an unnaturally high pitch and I crease out a cellophane smile, and think it’s probably not that funny, whichever way you look at it.

10am: “I have images of Americans riding bicycles recklessly,” says a middle-aged businessman, intent on practising his adverbs. There are two other students: a schoolboy who informs me that he gets electric shocks from absolutely everything, and another businessman who, when asked what he does in his free time, says that he is “building a function generator.” His classmates nod slowly, visibly awestruck.

11 am: A one-on-one lesson with an erratic young man who says he likes European Techno. He wants to talk about the slots in vending machines. For 45 minutes. It’s hard. The world is greasy, grey and too, too bright; my stomach painfully empty.

12pm: Three girls. One regales the class with a story about how her teeth hurt so much that teeth were all she could think about, so much so that she dropped out of law school and enrolled to become a dentist. She made a terrible dentist, and her teeth were eventually fixed. They don’t hurt her anymore. And, now the pain’s gone, she realises she’s not interested in teeth at all and has applied to take up her legal training once more. The other girls clap and pronounce the story ‘cool.’ We practise the future perfect.

LUNCH is slipping out while the fifty backs of my colleagues are turned. It’s September. The Twin Towers have just come down. The Americans are engaged in indignant and disturbing patriotism. And they’re the majority. I feel safer in the random world the students create with their arbitrary responses and bizarre statements. Sometimes, I reason, an apparent lack of any logic at all is preferable to twisted, demented logic.

2pm: A man crowding 50 who doesn’t look up to anyone. He’s a regular student. Today he tells me that his wife cries frequently and very well. It’s her secret weapon, he says, her party trick. All this because I showed them Man Ray’s ‘Glass Tears.’ The other student says the woman is beautiful and our resident cynic tells him that it might not be proper to find a crying woman attractive. There is a glint in his eye and I pull a face at him. We’re close to being friends, and I know there’s little this man loves. Booking English lessons he doesn’t need in order to try to prove to certain teachers that his grasp of their mother tongue is better than theirs is one of only a few pleasures he finds for himself. I encourage it. He’s also enjoying ripping the boards off an old, derelict and fundamentally useless house he has inherited, largely because the whole project upsets his wife so much. The other student asks me if it’s wrong to think a weeping woman is beautiful and I tell him that it’s the most interesting question of the day. He smiles and brushes himself off. I am getting good at evading direct expressions of personal opinion. I am learning how to disappear. The lesson finishes with all of us pleased with ourselves.

3pm: An elderly Japanese man wordlessly stands up as I enter the classroom and hands me a piece of crumpled paper. On it someone has carefully written two sentences in a haphazard hand: What time are you from? I am from today. He looks at me questioningly, his eyes threatening to brim. Sensing trouble, I shrug and say ‘Okay.’ He beams at me and his eyes start to water. Then he gets up slowly and offers one, low bow at the door before leaving me with the image of the paper clenched by his side, in one knotted, old hand. I sit in the empty cubicle room for forty minutes, wondering what just happened.

4pm: An old man who’s been stuck on the same lesson for two years shows me photographs of his house, his wife, his dog, and his ‘girlfriend’ in Thailand. In front of an old woman in glasses and a sweet face, who insists on presenting me with a bag of limes in order to prove her point that ‘gift food’ exists. Neither student seems aware the other is in the room.

5pm: Two high level students who don’t like one another are waiting in the glass classroom cubicle for the last bout of the day. I don’t have any energy or humanity left for any more conversation, so I throw out a few thoughts about suicide, and Camus, subtly instigate a conflict and pull into view a couple of bandwagons for the two of them to leap on. I hold a few matches to the corners, until I’m satisfied the fire will take. Then I sit back, and watch the place burn. 

© Lenya Samanis

Extract

Extract [DVD]

Extract [Blu-ray]

Director: Mike Judge
Writer: Mike Judge

Starring: Jason Bateman, Mila Kunis, Ben Afflek

If ever there was a director who always managed to grab my attention with his work it would most certainly be Mike Judge. I find the work of Mike Judge to be very satirical of the world around us. Mike Judge who’s other work includes “Beavis & Butthead: Do America, Office Space, and Idiocracy” now brings us a comedy about an Extract factory.

Jason Bateman plays the owner of the factory which he built from the ground up. Jason’s character is very proud of what he has accomplished but along the lines trouble is brewing. Mila Kunis (Forgetting Sarah Marshall) plays a cunning little thief who wants to do what she can to rob people blind. This is where the entire plot comes in to play.

A silly mistake at the factory leaves one of the top employees seriously injured. Mila Kunis hears of the accident in the paper and immediately attempts to shack up with the man who sustained the injury, her idea is to get the man to sue the company and become rich as a result.

The lawyer that gets involved with the lawsuit is beautifully played by Gene Simmons of the band KISS. Simmons portrays a real bad ass lawyer with attitude which leads to some remarkably hilarious scenes.

Like the previous works of Mike Judge this movie fell victim to a lack of proper attention from the movie going public. I however wish to recommend that people give this comedy the opportunity it truly deserves.

While fans of Mike Judge may be quick to write this one off being that it is not quite caliber of Office Space and maybe not quite the social statement film that Idiocracy was, in my opinion this movie still holds strong and should be appreciated for the fun and the laughs that it provides.

My Rating: 70%
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The time is now the present, Medway, UK. Artemis is now a tattooist – single and looking for a man. All her friends are pregnant, or have kids and now Artemis wants a baby…

Download Page2 in this graphical short story, written by Sam Hall, drawn by Victoria Wainwright, (see more of Victoria’s artwork on her website.)

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By Bud, I mean Red Velvet Cupcakes.

Sometimes, people are like a gateway drug.  You meet one nice person and find they are surrounded by an infectious little tribe of equally talented, nice people.  Well, this post is for you guys over on Perry Street.  I love you.  From the bottom of my cupcake.

Why Red Velevet?  Upon request for Mr. Doyne, the man who likes his Budweiser and animal fats… leaving us for the twinkle of NYC. Twinkle your heart out, my friend. Thank you for the dancing, the camping, and the future visits to your new hood.

We have set up two student groups based on information entered in the Student Editor, Custom/District tab. All students with “Release Records to Military” marked “yes” or left blank, will be included in the Military-Yes group. If “no” is marked for this field, the student will be included in the “Military-No” group.

Follow these instructions to print a list of all students designated in the Military-Yes group, marked as “release records to military” as defined in the student editor:

1. Go to the Enrollment Module
2. Select “Reports”
3. Select “Student Directory”
4. Uncheck “Summary”
5. To add Address and Phone numbers to listing, Select Contacts
a. Add contact type by clicking on the contact. To add multiple contact types, use Ctrl+Click.
b. Check “Contact Phone”, if desired.
c. Check “Contact Address”, if desired.
6. Go to the “Select” tab
7. Double click on “Group”
8. Highlight the “Military Yes”, Military data released (YES) group and choose “select”.
9. Go to the Sort tab to change the sort order, if desired.
10. Select Preview
11. If correct, select Print.

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I can’t even begin to decide what the most pleasurable part of this recipe was for me, and it isn’t even time to consume it yet.

First, I got to go to Costco, which in my opinion beats out Disney World for the Happiest Place on Earth.  There, I bought vanilla beans (who knew?) and a giant bottle of vodka.  For someone who doesn’t drink, I get an odd thrill out of buying bulk liquor.  Then, I got to go to The Container Store, which houses not only the most exquisite collection of organizing tools, but also the most chipper employees this side of Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory.  I found a suitable glass jar for vanilla-making there, and I went home to brew my potion.

The recipe (p. 199, The Barefoot Contessa Cookbook) says that it will be ready in a month.  Stay tuned.

Kind of obvious but might be helpful to someone.  Click here to read.

If you want to publish a post that has a lot of text or contains many pictures it takes quite a lot of space on your main-page and all your latter posts will not be visible at first sight. Readers of your blog will have to scroll down a long way (clearly depending on the length of the entry) to view your older entries. This may become annoying and disrupting for the reader and he/she might not continue reading your blog.

In order to provide a well structured and clearly arranged overview of your posts you should therefore only publish extracts of longer entries on your main-page. These extracts have a link saying “Read the rest of this entry” (the phrase can be modified) at their end which, when clicked, makes the whole post visible.
To display only the first lines of your entry on the main-page you have to make use of the “more” tag. When editing the post in your dashboard you insert a more tag (by pressing the “Insert More tag” button in the visual editor toolbar or Alt+Shift+T) after the last line that you want to be displayed. The rest of your entry will be cut off and not displayed on the main-page.

For those of you who like to watch video-tutorials here is a video that shows you how to publish an excerpt of your entry and how to use the “more” tag.

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[Extract from a novel (Yen). Set in Tokyo, Japan.]

Foreword

            And from where the crows creak indolent flight from their wings, the city is a sprawling, monstrous thing: inorganic, dirtied, built without love or design. From this height, Fuji-san can be seen, if the skies are clear. Fuji is ready to blow again. The column of smoke and ash will be spectacular from up here, above the old skyscrapers. They will come with their cameras to the tallest buildings. The disaster will reflect in the towers of glass and there will be a beautiful shadow across the sun. 

            From where lights flash red on the corners of buildings, the city is a sprawl of wasteland in the daylight. The kanji for movement: train tracks cut lines like the trail of black ink from a brush. The rivers are few. Mostly, her veins are tiny channels of water that trickle along concretised thoroughfares. A pulse beating its way slowly out of being. There is no surge. There is no swell.

            Helicopters circle pads on the tops of the skyscrapers, adding to the beauty of the sunsets with their fumes. The great, black bodies of birds fill the air around the buildings; each one muscular and glossy and tight, like the shoulder of a doberman. At the base of the i-land Tower the astrological clock-tower throws from its peak a beam of fake moonlight which shines through the perfectly-manicured trees that line the wide streets, bathing the night-time pavement in a patterned, unearthly milky-white light: cut-glass leaves in a shadow-puppet sidewalk. In the daylight, the eye is drawn, instead, to the water around the great stone sculptures which rolls out in contained ripples. Up ahead, beyond the kids dancing in packs at the base of the Yasuda Building, staring at their reflections in the great, mirrored walls, past their serious expressions and the synchronised jerks of the bodies, Shinjuku train station sits like a blood clot in the city centre. Sixty-three exits: most of them hidden. Department stores sprout like tumours on every surface, most surmounted by beer gardens and golf ranges, from which vantage point the people on the street are ants, blackening the ground in their droves. When the rain threatens, they teem into gaping holes, taking themselves underground and leaving the streets abandoned. A few stragglers will remain, but when the typhoons hit, they will desert the city, too. And when typhoon or earthquake tear her limb from limb, the remnants are cleared away; Tokyo is rebuilt but not maintained. Nothing of her original selves remain.

            Outside the west exit stand the monks in their black and white robes, immobile but for the regular twitch of the right hand around the bell. The crowds thicken here, around the main entrances to the stores where thousands are pulling the yen from their pockets. Bodies on the streets pass, converge, break apart, swerve to avoid collision. A mosh pit of overlooked indiscretions and bad grace. A battlefield; the pedestrians armed with bags, rolled newspapers, elbows and umbrellas, held at the centre. Metal tips sticking out.

            Past the electronics store, on whose exterior Santa is crucified every Christmas in colourful, flashing lights. Past the glossy glass of the banks, and the bus depot. Past the steam rising from restaurants, and the smell of fried chicken, and fish. Over delivery men with their supplies and clipboards and past the white-green light of packed pachinko parlours. Through the doors of a games arcade, where people are playing at walking dogs, driving trains, banging drums. Out the other side of the arcade, a shoe shop brandishes a glossy sign which reads “established since 2001.” And on the way around the station, through the well-oiled machine, there is repeated a ‘Hello Kitty’ poster – large and pink and red – and emblazoned across the garish image are two words: “our religion.”

  They signpost the way to Koshu-Kaido, where the street is packed with traffic: immobile, straining forward. A man in one of the cars is waving his hands over the wheel in incomprehensible patterns. A body out of control. The people in cars and walking on the pavements around him turn away, embarrassed; delete him from their view. Look up at the advertising hung over the station. Look out over the wall skirting the other side, where the train tracks spew out from a concrete gash, snaking out into the distance, like the tributaries of a stream. Or exposed nerves. 

© Lenya Samanis

Here is a quick look at a tiny part of what used to be ‘black death’, now ‘ prism and graded monotony’.

Salam.

Bagi sesapa yang belum tahu apa kegunaan software ni, aku akan terangkan serba sedikit. Fungsi software ni adalah sama dengan software ‘ZIP’ cuma format yang digunakan saja yang berbeza. Tujuan software ni adalah untuk mengkompres atau menzipkan sesuatu kandungan supaya ia lebih teratur dan selamat. Kebanyakkan benda yang aku uploadkan kat sini adalah dalam bentuk ‘RAR’, jadi software ni adalah amat perlu untuk membukanya. So, kepada sesapa yang tak boleh buka apa-apa yang telah korang donlod kat sini, korang kena ‘INSTALL’ software ni dulu, lepas tu ‘EXTRACT’ kandungannya.

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Turmeric

Turmeric is the Indian spice that gives curry its distinctive yellow color, but this commonly used spice contains potent therapeutic activity. Indeed, it is a key ingredient in Kicharee, a therapeutic food from Ayurvedic medicine made up of mung beans, rice, ghee and spices turmeric, cumin, and coriander.

Probably considered one of the ’favorite’  herbs by nearly all practicing herbalists, turmeric is a powerhouse from Ayurvedic (east Indian) medicine, and part of a 3-5,000 year old tradition. Turmeric is a powerful anti-inflammatory that can be used for internal inflammation,  as well as topically for muscle strain. Because of its potent anti-inflammatory properties, turmeric is a fabulous remedy for arthritis and chronic health issues rooted in excess inflammation. Because turmeric is antibacterial, it may be used topically in powder or paste form by applying it directly to a wound or sore.

Apply the powdered herb paste or extract of the fresh turmeric rhizome externally, but be warned that it may turn the skin yellow (temporarily), or take  300 mg of turmeric internally twice daily as a capsule, or 40-60 drops twice daily of the alcohol extract of the fresh rhizome.  Add liberally to food, as it is a perfect ingredient for soups, curries, egg, and vegetable dishes. 

As part of my work as an herbalist, I  make liver tonic tinctures that include turmeric for supporting liver function and livers under strain from diseases like Hepatitis.  I also use turmeric in my Botanical Assist Pain Relief cream for arthritis and/or menstrual relief. Check out my etsy shop for other Therapeutic offerings.

Mike Judge, creator of Beavis & Butthead, King of the Hill and cult white collar cubicle worker movie Office Space, is back at the London Film Festival with his new film, Extract for the first time since Idiocracy graced the festival.  Having seen what happened to Idiocracy which was left on the shelf by the studio to rot, I decided not to miss out a second time and took myself off to see Extract.

Jason Bateman plays Joel, the owner of an food extract factory who is suffering from sexual frustration, disillusionment with his business and the staff that work there and unloads most of this on his best mate, Dean, played in unlikely fashion by Ben Affleck, who is back on his Kevin Smith slacker friend form.  Of all his ennui is brushed aside when sexy temp worker, Cindy (played by Mila Kunis) is recruited to work at the extract plant and seems to take an interest.  Little does Joel know about Cindy’s past or her present for that matter.

What I liked about Extract is that Joel is a likeable lead with whom it is a pleasure to spend an hour and a half.  Equally impressive was the way in which Judge draws his supporting characters in terms which mean that get enjoyment from them no matter how little we see of them on screen and get a sense of what they are really like - from Clifton Collins Jr.’s unfortunate gopher Step to the two old biddies on the production line and J.K. Simmons’ co-owner.  My particular favourite, however, is male gigolo, Brad who makes an appearance when Joel makes an ill-judged decision, a man who is so stupid it is painful but he does provide a hell of a lot of laughs.

Where the film falls down a bit is that the comedy is occasionally too broad and not all of the characters work, in particular Joel’s wife is so pathetic and annoying that you wonder why Joel would ever have gone for her.  However, the film has sufficient goodwill to get over these.

8/10

Jika kita kemarin sudah dapat mengunakan ms-excel untuk meng-extract hyperlink pada excel worksheet maka sekarang kita akan meng-extract link pada website. Adakalanya kita ingin meng-extract suatu link URL (Uniform Resource Locator), yaitu suatu Uniform Resource Identifier (URI) yang menentukan dimana suatu sumber berada dan mekanisme untuk memanggilnya, karena kita sedang melakukan index-ing link-link yang kita butuhkan. Memang ada software-nya UrlPaster bookmark manager (shareware) atau Link Grab! (freeware), tetapi ada online utility yang menyediakan utilitas untuk mengambil (grab) dan mem-validasi link yang diambil tersebut. Online utility tersebut adalah linkleecher.com.

Kita dapat menentukan filter link apa saja yang ingin di-grab, .mp3, .avi, .jpg, .zip, .rar, email, .htm/.html, .php, .asp, .pdf, .doc, .xls, .ppt atau bahkan menggunakan filter yang kita tentukan sendiri.

Output-nya juga bisa ke Browser, RSS Newsfeed, Text File, .CSV File atau OPML.

Nah happy extract …