La Internacional Socialista de Mujeres (ISM) expresó hoy su solidaridad con las mujeres dominicanas por la aprobación en el país de un artículo que establece el derecho a la vida desde la concepción hasta la muerte natural, lo que proscribe el aborto aun en casos en que la madre corra peligro.

La presidenta de la ISM, la italiana Pia Locatelli, dijo en la apertura en Santo Domingo de la reunión de la organización, que el resultado inmediato de este artículo “se traduciría en una condena a muerte para muchas mujeres y niños porque penaliza el aborto en todas sus formas, incluyendo el terapéutico”.

La política lamentó el hecho de que algunos legisladores del opositor Partido Revolucionario Dominicano (PRD, socialdemócrata) votaran a favor del artículo constitucional o se abstuvieran de sufragar durante la sesión del Congreso Nacional en la que se aprobó la pieza legislativa.

La decisión adoptada por esos legisladores del PRD “contraviene nuestros postulados de libertad y de derecho de las mujeres a la autodeterminación reproductiva, el derecho a la salud y a la integridad personal”, lamentó Locatelli.

En ese sentido, la italiana invitó al partido opositor dominicano “a dar un paso firme y colocarse al lado de las mujeres que siguen siendo discriminadas en la sociedad dominicana”.

El artículo en cuestión fue aprobado por los legisladores encargados de reformar la Constitución en el sentido en que solicitaron el Poder Ejecutivo y la Iglesia Católica, entre otros organismos.

La nueva Constitución dominicana entrará en vigor el próximo 10 de diciembre.

Según datos de una encuesta publicada hace poco en el país, el 80 por ciento de la población dominicana está a favor del aborto terapéutico.

La reunión de la ISM sesionará hasta mañana en Santo Domingo bajo el tema “El impacto de la migración sobre la mujer”.

La cita dará paso al Consejo Mundial de la Internacional Socialista (IS) que se celebrará en la capital dominicana los próximos 23 y 24 de noviembre con la presencia, entre otros, del presidente de esa organización mundial, el primer ministro griego, Giorgos Papandreu.

La ISM está integrada por mujeres socialistas, socialdemócratas y laboristas afiliadas a la IS y en la actualidad cuenta con 156 entidades asociadas de todo el mundo.

Fuente: Guasabara Editor

300 bukan lah satu jumlah yang sedikit. Saya bangga kerana segenap ballroom The Legend penuh dengan wakil² NGO dari seluruh negara. Ini merupakan usaha pendidikan HIV/AIDS yang sangat baik dari ISM. Mereka yang datang ini mewakili pelbagai komuniti sesuai dengan trend HIV/AIDS kini yang tidak mengenal sesiapa.

Pagi saya berkongsi mengenai asas HIV/AIDS bersama wakil komuniti Mak Nyah berkongsi pengalaman mengenai stigma dan diskriminasi dalam masyarakat. Selepas itu forum bersama komuniti mengambil tempat. Wakil-wakil komuniti dari golongah Mak Nyah (TS), Perkerja Seks (SW), Pengguna Dadah Suntikan (IDU), Orang Yang Hidup dengan HIV (PLHIV) dan Lelaki yang mengadakan Hubungan Seks dengan Lelaki (MSM) berkongsi pengalaman dan keperitan distigma dan didiskriminasi. Melihat respond peserta saya yakin mereka mempelajari sesuatu hari ini.

Apa yang menyentuh hati saya ialah apabila melihat wakil² dari Persatuan Orang Pekak Malaysia (MFD) berinteraksi dan begitu berminat dengan isu-isu HIV/AIDS. Dalam dunia tanpa kata² saya percaya mereka juga punya isu dan cabaran HIV/AIDS. dan saya harap saya dapat melakukan sesuatu untuk mereka.

Puteri² ISM dan 2 orang mamat anak sapa tah! :p

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Scientist claims global warming caused by volcanoes, not humans” CO2 is a ‘Gas’ – Volcano Flatulence

This can’t be so! This is some people’s Religion! “Global Warming” “Climate Change”, “Diaper Change” or whatever the “Envrio-Whacko” Flavor of the Month is called. Al “No Debating” Gore has made Millions and needs another Gulf Stream. Don’t worry about what Al Gore is doing, you just keep using 1 sheet of TP, unplug those AC adapters and dry your clothes outside. “Do as I say, not as I do”

The Global Warming fanatics remind me of those Hare Krishna kids who sell crap at Airports and Rock Concerts. You know what you have been drinking or smoking, but WTF were these “True Believers” taking in and where? They were taking in crap that was being feed into their brains by some Fat-Ass Fokker from India.

http://www.examiner.com/x-16044-Christianity–Politics-Examiner~y2009m11d13-Scientist-claims-global-warming-caused-by-volcanoes-not-humans

Iubit popor,iubiti romani!

Sa ne unim cu toti eforturile ,cei care nu dorim sa-i mai aruncam gologanul, in poala, acestui cersetor pervers numit Basescu , sa punem mina de la mina si sa ii facem cadou, un mandat cu transmisie permanenta live ,sa aiba o Romanie numai a lui,cea din propria celula!

Sa-i spunem ,intreg poporul,la unison:

„Mars la puscarie ,escrocule!Mars la puscarie,Satan!”

Popor roman, sa-i dam un sut in cur lui Satan si tiitoarei sale diavolesti,Elena Udrea!

JOS TIRANUL!VIVAT PATRIA!

Bravo,Mazare,mi-a placut!Bravo, Mircea Dinescu!Bravo, Mircea Badea!Bravo,moguli!

Bravo baaaa,romani!M-ati uns la inima!

ASALT FINAL : REDUTA DIN COTROCENI!

Suntem alimentati de Basescu,ca mogulii reprezinta raul acestui neam.

Tot ce e potrivnic lui Basescu este impotriva interesului national.

Basescu se crede interesul national.

Mogulii sunt :

Liderii rezistentei poporului roman in fata unui dictator .Traian Basescu.

Traian Basescu este: CANCERUL ROMANIEI!

Mie nu mi-e scarba de Romania,nu mi-e scarba de institutiile statului.

Mi-e scarba de Traian Basescu si Elena Udrea!

Nu-i inghit nici cu un camion de lamai,vorba unui apropiat.

Traian Basescu a amenintat ,furios ,ca daca mogulii o sa mai „muste din Romania” o sa le arate el in viitorul mandat.

O amenintare.

Un atac direct la libertatea presei.

Traian Basescu spune :

”Daca nu va astamparati comisarul Daniel Morar va va ingropa in dosare!”

„Baaaaaaa,va fac dosare,lasati-ma sa ies presedinte!”

Traian Basescu isi elimina opozantii prin dosare de politie politica.

Curata mizerie!

Odios acest chelios si chior presedinte al Romaniei!

Cine sunt „mogulii”?

Dan Voiculescu si Sorin Ovidiu Vantu.

Fratii Paunescu proprietari ai televiziunii B1TV,unde se difuzeaza emisiuni de genul „Nasul” un fel de „Telejurnal” de pe timpul lui Ceasca nu sunt moguli.

Difuzeaza conform directivelor materiale de propaganda basesciana si exulta in laude.

Daniil Sihastru,din viitoarea chilie Gherla, maraie ceva de escrocii astia doi,fratii Paunescu ?

Mogulii au cladit prin munca imperii financiare.

Dau de lucru oamenilor.

Fac cinste Romaniei in relatiile internationale.

Se zbat,construiesc,nu dorm noaptea.

Investesc.

Sunt oameni de afaceri romani,fac parte din acest popor.

Mogulii sunt piinea de pe masa a multora.

Nu au averile ca Basescu si Berceanu dosite prin offshore-uri,nu au vase care navigheaza sub alte pavilioane.

Pe unul din acele vase se intoarce capitan ,Basescu?Nu mai apuca!

Procurorii de la DNA iau leapsa mereu de la avocati,de la ei mai invata si ei cate ceva.Politia politica DNA,nu respecta legile tarii si drepturile omului in Romania.

Ce sa faci cu facultatile private.Ecologica ,auzi!

Morar de la DNA, un fraier ca si Placinta Constantin, care copiaza rechizitoriile.

Morar este un papagal foarte bun cand ii rasuceste Basescu cheita.

Doru Tulus,Ionita Vasile,Doana Vasile: cheita si spaguta.

Basescu e nemultumit ca ,cei mai bogati romani, nu i-au aruncat gologanul in poala de cersetor lui si curvei aleia.

S-a lamurit lumea buna dupa cazurile Anghelescu si Becali.

Sa nu mai vorbim de consilierii prezidentiali care au zburat ca potarnichile in toate cele patru vanturi!

Arunca dupa ei cu scrumiera.

Baaaaa,mogulilor dati-i bani lui Basescu sa cumpere voturi!

Fara moguli la ce ne-am fi uitat?

La TVR unde,tara arde si baba se piaptana,la B1TV unde se lafaie Talpes protectorul criminalilor si Udrea santajista ?

Suntem o tara de manelisti sa ne uitam la „Taraf’ si mai stiu eu ce mizerii de televiziuni de-ale lui Prigoana ?

Nu mai zic de televiziunea care era favorita mea PRO TV care traieste,parca,intr-o lume paralela.

Dan Diaconescu e mai libertin,apare orice numai sa platesti factura,daca mai e vorba si de pupat in cur basescu e si mai bine.

Din care Romanie musca mogulii?

Romania este mosia masii,a lui Basescu?

Ce a facut acest betiv in viata?Nimic.

A furat banii impreuna cu frate-sau si Udrea.

De la primaria capitalei,de la ministerul transporturilor,de la Cotroceni.

Au nenorocit judetul Prahova cu furaciunile lui William Branza,Andrei Volosevici,Roberta Anastase si cele doua curve de pe centura politicii,Florin Anghel si Emanoil Savin.

Baaaaa chiorpecu’ dracu’ la Ploiesti ,la gazari,a fost republica.

Noi l-am dat pe Caragiale,noi l-am dat pe Nichita Stanescu.

Ioan Grigorescu ,un pionier al documentarului de televiziune, e tot al nostru.

Nicolae Iorga a trait,a scris si a murit tot la noi in Prahova.Hasdeu asisderea.

Ploiestenii nu sunt prosti.

Noi aveam lumina la coltul strazii cand toata Europa nu avea.

Noi ,ploiestenii,americanii si rusii,am invatat intregul glob petrochimie.

Prahova a fost rezervorul de petrol care a alimentat masina de razboi germana.

Americanii in al doilea razboi mondial nu stiau unde e Romania,dar Ploiestiul il stiau ca pe tatal nostru.

Pe noi ,prahovenii,ploiestenii republicani,ne pune in genuchi ,prostituata Elena Udrea si proxenetul,Traian Basescu?

Rusine prahoveni,rusine romani!

Are dreptate nu iti trebuie prea multa carte.

„How much?”sau „Skolko?” si „OK” sau „Davai”

Ce sa mai facem cu invatatorii si profesorii?

Le dam droguri usoare si prostituate la copii.Ce ne trebuie noua educatie?

Primul program al presedintelui american Barack Obama,se numeste „CARTI NU ARME!”

Investitii colosale in educatie.

Ai copii stiutori de carte,ai elita.

Valabil si in sport si in arte,cultura.Nu sadesti in pepiniera ,nu ai de unde sa culegi!

De unde echipa nationala daca nu mai avem un lot mare de selectie?

Am ras de „Daciada” lui Ceasca,luati sportivi,acum!

Copiii nu mai merg la sport de performanta.Nu au cadru,nu au burse de merit.

Un speculant,un bisnitar,un betiv,un curvar!

A adus el si piticul din Twin Peaks-Boc ,tara asta in sapa de lemn.

Niste diletanti la carma Romaniei!

Pe Basescu il deranjeaza 100 de oameni in plus in Parlament.In plus sau in minus ,cu toate cheltuielile aferente,nu insumeaza la un loc cat o singura teapa ca cea data de ministrul sportului Placinta.Un demagog.Cel mai prost presedinte al Romaniei!

Bag mina in foc ca l-a asasinat pe Anghelescu Florin.

Prea s-a atacat ,marti,cu internetul.

Sunt bucuros ca sunt in atentia presedintelui.

Multumesc de confirmare:Traian Basescu este un asasin!

Sunt responsabil pentru aceasta informatie difuzata in premiera de subsemnatul pe internet.

Sherlock Holmes ,sunt!Lazarus ,pe cai!

Romania este si a mogulilor dupa cum este si a mea,a altora ca mine dar si a ultimului maturator din tara asta amarata!

Nu o sa mai fie a ta,Basescule!

Era plin portul.,vanzoleala ,strigate de hamali,chingi care zburau prin aer.

Pescadoare pline cu peste.

Ma minunam ca un copil.

Cunosc portul din Constanta ca pe propriile mele buzunare.

Am avut cunostinte la capitanie.Oameni de treaba.

Machedoni de-ai lui Becali.

E pustiu azi.Unde-i flota tarii mai hotule,mai escrocule de Traian Basescu ?

Decat incarcaturile cu armament ale lui Mircea si arabii lui Ioan Talpes.

Transportul e gratis.

Iar marinari filipinezi sunt garla,cand nu mai are cu ce-i plati ii arunca peste bord.

Marinarii romani sunt someri.Au limbarnita.Cum sa-i angajeze?!

Neamul lui Basescu este inrudit cu Onasis,armatorul miliardar grec,nu stiati?

Va spun eu.

Garjania mamilor voastre de hoti!

Un popor de elite a ajuns sa fie condus de un proxenet.

Traian Basescu si cu Elena Udrea sunt criminali.

Liiceanule,elitistule sari dracu din bmw-utul tau pe care l-ai botezat,semn al senilitatii,fa ceva,repara ce ai lins in cur!

Florin Anghelescu ,bietul negustor,evazionistul de casa al lui Basescu, i-a carat valize cu dolari in campanie si l-a lasat sa moara ca un caine sau chiar i-au comandat asasinarea(vezi articol pe blog).

Cazul Gigi Becali:„Azi te beau,maine te iau!”

Dupa ce a baut cu Becali,i-a ticluit miseleste arestarea.

Sunt criminali.

Ce mod pervers de a-l mulge de bani.

Generalii de opereta Oprea si Iordanescu,evazionistul nr.1 in alcool,Netoiu, prostituata ,blonda falsa,Udrea,vor club de fotbal.

Inaintarea e Hagi,probabil inghioldit de DNA cu dosarele lui cumnate-sau Gica Popescu.ISM.

Au fost presedinti si Ion Iliescu si Emil Constantinescu,dar nu au facut golanii din astea .

Traian Basescu este o „hurjuma”,un neica-nimeni care o sa arda in iad,la smoala.

Un astfel de diavol criminal nu a mai stapinit Romania.

Romania are nevoie de moguli !

Unire!

Astfel de oameni construiesc,Basescu,darima!

Sa nu mai credem in povestile plasmuite de Petre Ispirescu- Basescu cand mogulii refuza sa sustina financiar despotul.

Strig:

Baaaaaa,mogulilor, hai sa-l dam jos pe Basea!

Cum rabda omul de afaceri ,Videanu ,sa fie coordonat de un excrement ca Basescu ?

Mai nea Videne,e prost rau seful asta al dtale…

Vasile Blaga-cap de porc,este un alt exemplu:

adica el cara bani pentru tot partidul sa cumpere voturi si pentru el nu putea?

Parol,Udrea l-a lucrat cand a candidat la primarie.

Bai,Vasile Blaga ,daca taica-tau vindea branza,il stiu.

Daca ala-i taica-tau,cum a iesit un prostavan si un hot dintr-un om asa istet si cumsecade ?

Stolojan este un alt exemplu:

i-a distrus in mod ireversibil cariera politica,i-a furat in mod nedrept imaginea,capitalul politic.

Scapati,mai oameni buni,de Satan si tiitoarea sa!

Apropo,cu cine are Basea un copil?

Cu Boagiu?I-a umblat ala micu ,Sida la motor?

Nea Bebe cauta-i femeie neinceputa la baiat,ca Eba ii distruge copilaria.

Aia e muiere in toata regula ,vorba lui Vadim !

Udrea Elena este Talpa Iadului!

Basescu este insusi Scaraotchi-capetenia dracilor.

Scarbit de Basescu am scris catre:

US-President,Mister Barack Obama,

US-Vice President Mister Joe Biden,

prestigioaselor Washington Post,Il Messagero,The Guardian,The Independent si institutiilor UE

Am mai scris tuturor presedintilor europeni.

Asa sa stii betivan ratat-Basescu!

Scriu tot ce stiu si este adevarat pe internet sa te ataci tu .

Mor de el, e vax,cel putin se crede Ganditorul de la Hamangia sau Esop.

Esti varza mai ticalosule!

Mars la puscarie!Ia-o si pe Udrea!

I-a mai ramas un singur sustinator ,curva cu care face sex oral in biroul de la Cotroceni,Elena Udrea.

Idiota suna la Realitatea cu vocea pitigaita de atata vascozitati care ii astupa gatlejul criminal.

Huoooooooo,cuplu odios,Adolf Hitler si Eva Braun !

Cu astia nu putem sa ne comportam civilizat, trebuie sa ne comportam ca pe stadion cand ne fura arbitrul echipa de suflet.

Cu prietenie si devotiune pentru poporul roman ,

Florin MIHAI.

http://florinmihai.wordpress.com

http://dinscarbadebasescu.blogspot.com

http://my.barackobama.com/page/community/blog/florinmihai

Finanzaonline.com – 4.11.09/15:27In attesa della decisione del Federal Open Market Committee (Fomc) della Federal Reserve sui tassi di interesse (consensus tassi invariati), nel pomeriggio l’agenda economica degli Usa propone alle 16.00 l’indice Ism non manifatturiero al mese di ottobre (consensus 51,6 punti dai 50,9 di settembre).

L’indice si basa su un´indagine svolta tra circa 370 direttori d´acquisto statunitensi ed è una media di quattro indicatori di egual peso: l’attività economica, i nuovi ordini, l’occupazione e le consegne.

Un livello di quest´indicatore inferiore a 50 segnala una contrazione dell’economia mentre un livello superiore indica una crescita

di questo sito, vogliate cortesemente consultare il .

Fonte:
http://www.finanzaonline.com/notizie/news.php?id={DD98489D-BD7C-41FC-86F2-87CE902E4755}

Isms are the things that people really say when they open their mouths and speak without first engaging their brains. Most of the isms in this web site were probably said involuntarily. Yep, sounds like me. Indeed, for a saying to qualify as a true ism it is essential that the person who made the remark suffers huge embarrassment when the error is pointed out – as of course it must be on every occasion.

Today 05/11/09 forex news

The Institute for Supply Management’s (ISM) non-manufacturing business index fell 0.3 percentage points in October to 50.6 from 50.9 in September. Economists were expecting the index to rise to 51.5.

This moderate decline in the index can be attributed to declines in employment, inventory, and imports which outweighed the growth reported in price and new export orders. Imports, inventories and employment contracted.  Imports fell 5.5 percent to 46.  Inventories contracted 4.5 percent to 43.  The employment index fell 3.2 percent to 41.1.  New export orders rose 5 percentage points to 53.5 and prices rose 4.2 percentage points to 53.
The major knowledge to come out of the report was that new export orders had their best showing since October 2007, but the headline number was pulled down by the disappointing drop in the employment component, which saw its worst reading since May.

The employment component pullback counters the brief optimism after Monday’s much-improved ISM manufacturing report, which showed an increase of 6.9 points in the employment component to 53.1.  However, The ISM manufacturing report has more history behind it than ISM services, and has a tighter correlation to the NFP report on Friday.  Manufacturing only makes up about 9% of non-farm payrolls as opposed to 69% for private services, but manufacturing employment can be quite volatile, so it can heavily sway the payrolls readings.

In total, FX traders should know that the net effect of today’s ISM reports should not be significant, with perhaps a little more risk of a slightly weaker than expected number. Combined with this morning’s as-expected ADP report, there probably won’t be any major NFP forecast revisions from the end of last week, when Reuters  showed a median nonfarm payrolls forecast of -175k.

Nevertheless, today’s news contributed to a broad-based rally in the Eurodollar, as seen in the below chart.  This indicates that many easy FOREX traders may have been expecting major disappointments, and thus today’s roughly as-expected actual figures were in effect a positive surprise, contributing to Euro strength and Dollar weakness.  Tonight’s FOMC statement will likely have a strong impact on how the Eurodollar actually finishes the session.

forex Ism Adp news

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I’ve heard this so many times, from so many different people, that I have to figure there’s some kind of truth there. I’ve only heard one person pooh-pooh this ism entirely, and he was basically forced to recant his entire position, at a public event, by the comments of some major movie stars and literary figures in attendance.

If I’m supposed to write what I know– that is, write from experience– how do I go about making the time to write when I’m so darn busy getting into trouble? On top of that, I have so many different interests, how am I supposed to get anything done when I have to divide my time between five or more activities?

Well, last week, I came to the conclusion that I simply have to drop some of my interests, and focus on one or two that I think I can do well at, and do well by others with. I was really having a meltdown one day, when I ran into my art teacher (who not only has a degree in religious art, but also has spent years at her spiritual practice, so of course she would appear when I needed a little kick in the pants, right?).

She convinced me I needed to drop some of my less-used interests for good, or I’d never make progress in anything. I’d just flit back and forth until I had an aneurysm. She told me the process she used back when she was young and scattered like myself. It involved something like a funeral for her other interests. Dropping them, saying goodbye forever (or so… nothing is forever, right?)

Anyhow, I decided to fully cease my activities related to Shakuhachi making, beverage bottling, music creation, metalsmithing, statue construction, etc. and focus solely on writing and thangka painting, the two things I’ve given the most energy to in my life so far. Really, maybe I should have dropped the painting, too, but i just… couldn’t.

But I stay interested in those things, I just don’t make them my focus for actual activity. Just daydreaming. And I do other things that I find creative, but are more in the realm of necessity, things like gardening and cooking.

So now I write, and I put what I know into my writing, and what I know is adventure, mysticism, pschology, religion. If you look at my ‘Dan’ page, you’ll get a small taste of what I’ve done and where I’ve been. Sometimes I think my adventures are over to a large degree– that I’ll never get lost in the wilderness again, or almost get killed by a punk rocker with a 2×4– but I know that’s foolish. Of course crazy things will continue to happen to me. That’s life, right? But I tend not to seek out extremes anymore. I’ve done that trip, and wrung all the sweet and sour out of it. I’m happy to sit at home now, and seek out my wierdness on the web. Oh sure, I’m planning a trip to the Southwest in a couple months that could see me lost in a blizzard, or eaten by a bear, but I won’t be hitchhiking there, and my girlfriend will thankfully keep me from wandering too far off the path. Yessir, I’ve had more than enough excitement for 3 lifetimes, and I’m sure I could write a million books just from the well of this life alone.

So the reason I started this post is: it seems like (I don’t have stats or anything) a lot of successful writers are just that– successful writers. They grew up reading and reading, got some sort of job where they read, or wrote, or were surrounded by writers, went to college, wrote, got a job, wrote, got married, and wrote. The whole crazy trip with words… it seems like it doesn’t much matter what you did in ‘real life’ or not, because human experience, in some ways, is very finite, and if you know a base amount about it, you can use your brain to embellish those experiences, whether you actually had them or not– enough so that someone else who doesn’t know you or what you’ve done, can connect.

And in a lot of ways, it doesn’t really matter what kind of bragging rights we have– how many mountains we’ve fallen off of, or how many pixie stix we’ve stuck up our nose– it’s all about the connection. The kind of connection that says, I feel you, I care.

We really are all connected in some crazy way, and the more we communicate with each other– really try and focus our energy into helping each other out– the better off we’ll be. And when it comes right down to it, that is the most important thing we know.

Lokakuussa USAN teollisuutuotantoa mittaava ISM PMI indeksi nousi hurjasti syyskuun luvuista. Lokakuun lukema oli peräti 55.7 kun syyskuussa jäätiin 52.6:een. Pitää palata ajassa takaisin aina huhtikuulle 2006 saakka jotta löytäisi vastaavansuuruista kasvua osoittavan indeksiluvun. Silloin ISM PMI oli 56:ssa pisteessä. USA:n teollisuustuotantoa on osoittanut kasvua nyt kolme kuukautta peräkkäin. Koko raportti on luettavissa täältä. Kannattaa huomata että ensi kertaan 14 kuukauden laskun jälkeen työllisyyttä mittaava osaindeksi alkaa kohentua. Indeksin julkistus käänsi HEXin ja muutkin pörssit pystysuoraan nousuun mutta tätä kirjoittaessa Nasdaq on nyt valunut pikkumiikalle ja Nokiakin tullut päivän huipuistaan alas 1.5%.

Jonkilainen indikaatio parantuneesta tilanteesta oli Fordin tulosjulkistus. Odotetun 0.2 dollarin osakekohtaisen tappion sijaan tulikin 0.26 dollaria voittoa. Voittoa syntyi 1.1 miljardia dollaria tälle autojätille joka ei suostunut ottamaan vastaan valtion tukea. Ensi vuonna Ford uskoo tekevänsä voittoa vuositasolla.

Myös Kiinassa teollisuustuotanto on hyvässä hapessa sillä lokakuussa tuotanto kasvoi vauhdikkaimmin 1.5 vuoteen. Kiinan PMI nousi syyskuun 55,0 pisteestä 55,4 pisteeseen lokakuussa.  Kiina muut BRIC maat tulevat jokatapauksessa olemaan seuraavan kymmenen-kahdenkymmenen vuoden nousuvetureita. Niillä markkinoilla on pakko olla mukana.

Well the purple patch is continuing with another fantastic day within the markets. However whilst the end result was very pleasing, getting there was certainly a mission within itself! I was down 30 pips by lunchtime (GMT+4) and I wasn’t feeling too good about things. However, putting emotions aside is absolutely paramount when trading. I quickly gained back the loss and I was then waiting for the US news release. I ended with up with a signal entry on TUFXP to go long at 133.12, I missed my entry by 3 but I decided I’d remove my limit of 25 pips and let the trade run incase the news went my way. Went my way it certainly did! I closed out for +75 pips and a very pleasing result. The NY breakout method also collected +100 pips. 50 on EJ long and 50 on EU long. GU was only valid for a short but that went out the window with the news. So another strong day pips wise and % wise.

I’ll be up early tomorrow for the Australian RBA release and some analysts are predicting 50 base points rise whilst others are going with 25 base points. I’ll be fully hedging this one so I’ll be looking for at least 25 pips of movement in one direction without any violent spikes!

Whilst I consider myself fairly well disciplined, everyday provides a new challenge and I’m happy I didn’t go chasing the market. 30 pips was absolutely nothing and I knew there would be plenty of opportunities ahead to gain them back and thankfully things panned out well. Keep a strong mind and the results will follow..

A big thanks to my trading room today for some high quality entertainment and banter..

The 10YR yield discounting nominal economic growth is typically highly correlated with manufacturing growth (as it should be).  We need to see yields across the curve start to lift to confirm a sustainable rebound in economic growth otherwise its just a headfake…

Excerpts from my journal during a three month summer journey of photographic discovery in the Land of Troubles—written while in Palestine & Israel, posted while in the United States touring the south with new photographs and stories (itinerary)

PHOTOS

Pyrenees, Spain-France

September 13, 2009, Sunday, Tel Aviv airport, sitting on the floor at the Air France gate:

As a Jewish man dons his robe, tassels, and headpiece, brings out his prayer book, and prays in an inconspicuous location for about ten minutes, I start my last journal entry from Israel-Palestine.

Israel

Main event [on September 12, 2009] was meeting the family in the East Jerusalem neighborhood of Sheik Jarrah.  I’d read about this family for months, and wished to meet and perhaps interview and photograph them. Finally, yesterday, when I was considering what to concentrate on for my last hours in Jerusalem, I realized, why of course, walk over to East Jerusalem and look for them.

Photos

They now sleep, eat, visit, discuss with interested parties like me, and generally exist under a tent opposite their home. Why outside and not inside? Israelis evicted them, thru a legal maneuver that has been some 35 years in process. The main theme is Judization of East Jerusalem, moving out “Arabs,” moving in Jews. This has started with some housing and most dramatically with the plethora of huge hotels catering to tourists and all owned by Jews. As Mr. Gawi explained to me, the municipality is attempting to surround East Jerusalem with Jewish settlements and call them neighborhoods.

Israel justifies this particular eviction thru a claim that Jews have owned this land for at least 150 years. Gawi claims that a Muslim holy man is buried near by and that Jews renamed and described him as a Jewish holy man. The neighborhood, Sheik Jarrah, gets its name from this venerated person. He claims further that Jews were granted the right to rent the land around the shrine some 130 years ago for a short period, something like 7 years. After the war of 1948 the UN acquired possession of this land and built a refugee camp here, with the same name, Sheik Jarrah. (It is located a short distance north of the American Hotel.) His father arrived in this area as a refugee, and eventually entered an agreement  with the UN that in exchange for giving up his refugee rights he could either own or rent (I’m not sure which) the land and build a house.

The house is beside an olive grove, and is home to about 7 families. 3 young male settlers live in the house now, occupying it. I dropped in on them, offering a friendly shalom with a question, how is life in this house for you? I’d hoped to open a dialog. Didn’t happen. They claimed to not speak English and would not permit me to photograph them. Gawi told me one is a recent immigrant from Russia, that they can be violent and beat his brother who was then arrested by the Israeli police.

All he wants is housing, his house back if possible. He told me that the Palestinian Authority does nothing, they don’t care, I have a good lawyer, I’m not worried about the court case, I don’t have legal fees, I just need money to buy a house. He mentioned something like $200,000. Our food is take away and costs 300 shekels per meal to feed the family. When I offered him 100 shekels he refused it, reiterating their need for housing. Is anyone raising money for you? Someone said they would but we’ve seen nothing yet.

He appeared calm and tired. It is Ramadan, it is late afternoon, the day is hot. He reclined on a pile of mattresses while his wife sat demurely watching their 5 children who played on bikes, the youngest with a toy gun. A neighbor, living behind the tent, offering her toilet, visited. The man’s father sat alone. All were willing to be photographed, even seeming happily so. I’m sure they’re now used to this. I said, I’ll try not to let people misinterpret your son’s gun.

I’d called Sasha at the International Solidarity Movement earlier to learn if any political event was scheduled for the day. She thought there was, a march starting at the Damascus gate at 8:30 pm, not a good time for me since I’d be preparing for lift off the next morning early from the airport and hoping to bed myself early (I failed.)

ISM can’t do much, he said, can’t raise much money.

He also told me he has money for daily expenses but I was confused about his source of money when he explained that he has a shop and earns money thru it. He also said, I can’t work there with my kids loose like this. They don’t want to go to school, they can’t concentrate on their studies.

I need to do some fact checking on this case. I don’t doubt his version of the story, especially the larger picture of Judization. As I walked over to meet him the thought occurred to me again: this is ultimately a stupid and suicidal policy of Israel. They are playing into all the vicious stereotypes of Jews: sneaky, conniving, corrupt, manipulating. As if all these traits had coalesced into one big nation, the nation and its citizenry now embodying all the reasons people have hated and persecuted Jews for millennia. God forbid, but national implosion would not surprise me, a consequence of national moral deterioration.

France

Then there is the issue of what I didn’t do: didn’t visit the Harem al Sharif or Temple Mount because it was closed, even tho the guidebook claim s it is open on Saturdays during certain hours. Hours not posted as far as I could see, even at the main entrance. Didn’t walk the wet part of the Hezekiah tunnel system because there’d be nothing to photograph without special preparation. I couldn’t carry my gear and it would be dark, best if someone were to meet me at the Siloam pool after I’d entered at the Gihon spring. For another time perhaps. Didn’t go to bed early to get at least 6 hours sleep, talking with dorm mates and finishing web and download work.

But I did reach the Sheik Jarrah neighborhood, I did have a last supper take away at my favorite East Jerusalem restaurant, realizing I could order kibeh at 4:30 pm and eat it secluded from fasting Muslims— in the garden of the Austrian Hospice. I did say goodbye to some residents of the Hospice. I did talk with Neta about providing photos for her report of settlement activity. I did photograph more of the new light rail line as I walked to Sheik Jarrah. And more.

So now, sitting in the airport waiting for my flight, relatively speaking my troubles are over. I’ve passed thru airport security with 3 people asking the same set of questions 3 separate times, I am waiting for boarding, I assume the plane won’t crash and that Katy will be awaiting me, hopefully with Ella. Life is indeed good.

France

September 14, 2009, Monday, Cambridge MA

Home again, after 3 months in Israel-Palestine. To resume much of what I was trying to avoid: earning a living, maintaining the house, being bored. Yet, I enjoy how I earn a living, enjoy living in this house and city, enjoy the routine—up to a point. The same piles of bills, unopened mail, solicitations, and requests stare at me. The same tasks demand completion such as signing up for an internet service (no internet last night, I’m blinded and made mute), dusting the many surfaces continually covered with dust (especially my altar), visiting family, and so forth. All part of my quotidian existence. To pull free from this, while honoring it, to maintain my focus on Israel-Palestine, while not being dominated by it are among the central tasks of my life.

I must not forget to write about the new set of photos I’m making, a variant of hip pocket photography that I’ve long practiced, but this time with the fast DX 50 mm  lens, the equivalent of an 85 mm lens. It frames close, it cuts off portions of faces and bodies, it accentuates certain features of clothing and the background, all new to me. It seems to be its own eye, with its own point of view, distinct from me but related. I am excited by what I’ve done so far and believe I might be onto a new style of photography, for me at least.

Photos

Whether to only minimally alter the photos—light and dark changes— or more massively alter—framing, focus, etc—I’m not sure. Whether to adhere to a strict discipline of this is how the lens saw it, or flex a little and inject myself more thru post production is a question.

K (without grand daughter E, which may have been wise, but I miss the little one) met me at the airport. A joy to see her, she is so exquisitely loving, as is Jo, as is Lynn, as are most of my family. She missed me, probably worried about me, and dutifully listened as I recounted a few tales to her, mostly about the Galilee and the Golan and the kibbutz movement as establishing facts on the ground, 3 of the most eye opening sections of the last 2 weeks of my trip. She also confided her nascent interest in meditation. I need something like that, dad, I am anxious. What do you suggest?

So I outlined some of my practice: 5-15 minutes daily, incorporating prayer and visualization, using the altar, a little each day goes a long way. I suggested she consult Y who is an expert in this, teaches it as well. I promised to find her a book and send her the article about effects of meditation.

And if I were to jump out of my flesh and look candidly at Skip Schiel, what would I find? A self satisfied fellow, aging gracefully, missing an active sex and love life, happy in his photographic pursuits, more and more the world traveler. Coming up with some interesting photos and writing (occasionally, but he could be more consistent), tho he should be more parsimonious in what he shares with others. He drives some crazy with his voluminous output.

And leaving Israel, how was that, did any of my worries about leaving manifest in actuality?

Worried I’d sleep thru the 3 AM alarm, I slept for 3 hours, 10 – 1, then awoke and lay abed worried about going back to sleep. So 1 hour later, pondering my worries, 2 AM, I rose, dressed, packed, and left the Austrian Hospice to enter the dark of the Old City. It was surprisingly active. A group of young people entering the Hospice who looked like they’d been aroamin all night, men setting up their shops, cleaning crews, taxi drivers—no dearth of people even at 3 AM on Sunday morning.

Having staged my baggage at the Jerusalem Hotel in East Jerusalem, I simply walked there, now worried about getting in. Sure enough, no one answered the bell for about 15 minutes. Resigned to waiting outside, not sure what to do if the taxi pulled up with my main luggage still inside the hotel, not sure what I’d do if I had to excrete my pent up food wastes, someone finally appeared at the gate, looking puzzled.

Ben Gurion airport, Tel Aviv, Israel

Who are you, why are you here? he said, with a note of perturbation in his voice. Didn’t the woman at the desk during the day leave you a note? I said. No note. Can I come in for my luggage? Yes. Can I wait inside for the taxi? No.

Retrieving my luggage, the man intent on some paper behind the desk, I asked if I could leave something for Pauline on the hotel staff from a friend. I conspicuously mentioned, and it’s from the Quakers. People seem to know that term, rather than the AFSC or its longer version, American Friends Service Committee. Oh, Quakers, yes, I know them, you connected with them?

And he warmed, finally allowed me to wait by the restaurant indoors so I could more conveniently repack.

Taxi arrived, gradually filled with mostly Jews (I could tell—they spoke Hebrew or resided in West Jerusalem or wore orthodox clothing), maybe all Jews, I the only gentile, and then the 1 hour fast drive to the airport thru the night. Now only one more hurtle: security.

3 different men asked me the same set of questions, apparently curious or piqued by my presence in Gaza. What did you do in Gaza, why were you in Israel, where did you go, where did you stay, etc. I thought this might lead to more serious questioning but it didn’t. Finding some suspicious objects in my luggage during x-ray they insisted —politely, always politely and professionally, I’m impressed—I opened my luggage.

Are you carrying a scissors in your carry on? Oh yes, I forgot about that. And I moved it to checked luggage. And this lens, let’s have a look. She removed the telephoto lens and brought it somewhere for further scrutiny. Earlier I’d been asked I were carrying weapons. Who’d packed my luggage? Had I left it anywhere out of my sight? (I said nothing about the many days of storage of my ailing black hard plastic rolly luggage in the Palm, “a hot bed of terrorism,” and the Jerusalem Hotel, also suspicious since it’s in East Jerusalem.) And twice I heard them say to others and me, someone might have planted a bomb in your luggage. Which I suppose could be true.

That successfully completed, I had little to do in the 2.5 hours remaining but find a comfy chair, recline, sleep, nibble on my breakfast food, watch fellow travelers, and wait. Worries are over. I do not worry about plane crashes. Not much I can do about those (other than pray and chant).

The Tel Aviv airport is a model of efficiency and civility, oddly enough. Internet is free (a rarity these days in airports), water is a design theme (I ruined the photos because I’d forgotten to change from manual to auto focus), security personnel are all serious but not too, friendly to a point, suspicious but not overly so. (Had I been or appeared Muslim, or even had I been younger, my experience might have been radically different.) The eased security might reflect conditions there generally: the occupation is working and largely invisible.

Now about all I had to endure was the 5 hour flight to Paris, the 1 hour layover in Paris, the 7 hour flight across the Atlantic, having managed my 5 hour transit from fitful truncated sleep in the Hospice to boarding the plane. Total time: door to door was 19 hours.

On Air France the food was excellent, service magnificent, fellow passengers distant, flight relatively smooth, a few decent photos, mostly over the Pyrenees with some snow and then south of Paris, the rural area (wondering if I’d flown over ME’s home), and then capping all the photos, my own neighborhood, Boston harbor, Gloucester in the distance. Once again, as happens on each return, I am grateful for where I live, appreciate its natural beauty, its history, its karma. Grateful that I live here and nowhere else, that I am finally home.

Gloucester and Eastern Point, Massachusetts

September 15, 2009, Tuesday, Cambridge MA, back computer room

Dreaming has returned. Is this primarily because I’m reengaging the quotidian?

Here’s a sample of last night’s plentitudinous dreams:

With a group of about 10 young men we were dancing nude in front of an audience which included numerous women. I felt slightly embarrassed by my paunch but did my best to illustrate how an aging body can move gracefully. We were all oily, whether coated with oil or sweat isn’t now clear to me. I concocted a move of sliding along the wall.

I attended a large Jewish ceremony, arriving late, not sure what it was about. As I sat on one side, bowing with the Buddhist posture, not sure this was appropriate, a woman began leading the group in singing, one side at a time. I noted to someone I was standing with the side first to sing a section of the song, and we seemed weak compared with later subsections of the audience.

Paris

With a friend we were on our way to hear a lecture by Norbert Wiener [the inventer of cybernetics.] My friend told me that he’d died 2 years previously. The fact of his death did not seem to contradict his giving a lecture. To reach the hall we had to slide or leap down a steep muddy hill. Many college men were doing this as if it was easy and normal. I demurred, afraid I’d hurt myself and get my clothes muddy. Man after man plunged, I thought heedlessly, into this abyss. Not me. My partner did, I tried to find another way around to reach the hall, failing.

As I stood at the peak of the hill, puzzling what to do, a young man showed us how he prepared a fish for eating. He used a device that squeezed and cooked the fish simultaneously, he then ate the fish. I asked him, what kind of fish is that? Rather than, how does that device work?

Less than 24 hours after I’d returned home I decided to show last night [September 1, 2009] at the photography collective, White Light, parts of my new hip pocket portrait series using the 50/85 mm. It cuts off the scenes at surprising points, highlighting aspects of face, garment, background and lighting, in ways I’d never think of doing. It is wild mind photography, not using the viewfinder, while imagining what the lens might see. A combination of play and discipline.

This seemed to go over very well last night at White Light. To avoid the pitfalls of printing—and the inherent problems of showing prints on the small magnetic board with the single bright light that we use—I chose to project the images thru Light Room. And, thanks to the good system Freddie provides, they looked splendid—bright, sharp (when actually sharp, since I include some blurry ones as well), lively, colorful, distinctive.

I begin the series with more usual photos of the Old City skyline and the Garden Tomb and one suggestion of Golgotha, and conclude with the series of the family in the Sheik Jarrah neighborhood, evicted from their home by a dubious court decision and backed up by settler violence. About showing the toy gun there were multiple opinions, from don’t, it will be misleading and hard to explain, to don’t worry about it, people will understand it is a toy. Eric suggested painting the barrel tip red because, in the States at least, this is a sign of a toy.

France

A bonus of attending White Light was visiting with M, the short, intense, compassionate physician who works in an emergency room. I’ve always liked him, felt a special affinity between us. At the conclusion of the evening we sat together, he praising my photos, me inquiring about his photography (none recently), medical work and views about the medical industry. He was angry with another photographer at our session who’d “pushed buttons” by claiming those suffering in ER have brought it on themselves. M’s view is that we’re all in this together, that society plays a major role in determining who suffers and how. He also expressed upset at the industry, dominated by the entrepreneurial instinct. He told me, this all changed in the last 20 years while I was in medical school. I’d anticipated general practice, like the country doctor in Smith’s photo series, but when I graduated this was not economically feasible. Now medicine is specialty and production line.

I suggested that he and I both might suffer the consequences of witnessing the suffering of others, secondary trauma. He nodded agreement. How do you meet this? I inquired. I don’t really, except by attending groups like this. I spared him my outline of what I do, including the yoga and meditation I did this morning. And not confiding to him what may be my excessive concern with love.

My home is a mess, hopefully a creative mess. Little by little—and especially because Jan H is due here tomorrow for dinner and I wish to make a profound impression—I’m cleaning up and out. This morning I wash dishes.

The days have been warm in the sun, cool in the evening and morning. Pristine and classic autumnal New England, my favorite time of year. To celebrate I bought a bag of Macintosh apples, my first of the season, fried pancakes this morning using the last of my natural maple syrup, cooked beans and rice yesterday too late to eat so that will be tonight’s special treat.

I’ve finally visited the Garden Tomb—on one of my last days in Jerusalem. This was a significant find. I’d known about it for years, as an alternative burial site for Jesus, as postulated by some Protestant groups (Church of the Holy Sepulcher is dominated by Latin and Eastern Christianity). Contrasting sharply with the burliness of the big church, this is in a garden setting with fewer people, some guides, a tranquility and peacefulness pervading the atmosphere. Feels more tomb and Christ like.

A Brit, a believer, was guiding a group that I attached myself to, and when the tour ended, telling him how excellent I thought his presentation was, I asked some specific questions that he answered by bringing me to different sites. Including the supposed Golgotha hill, place of the skull. Indeed, the two small caves look like eyes, the mouth is now buried by city debris. The site is at the back of the bus station, littered with mounds of human poop. I peed here once when I couldn’t find a toilet. I include photos from this site in the opening of my new slide show about the Old City.

Along the Maine Coast

LINKS:

Israeli forces evict the Hanoun and al-Gawi families from their Sheikh Jarrah homes

Police dismantle Sheikh Jarrah protest tent in east Jerusalem

Airport Security Travelers Rights

Garden Tomb

ISM presents “Grace (A Silhouette … A Distinct Witness To Fame)” …

… the 6th poem completed and to be included in the latest collection, “Saldado Instrúyele” (under construction)

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Many full moon’s ago we ligged a party on the promise of free vodka & a performance by a talented Murphy Kid.  We came away from the show with a bottle of vodka in one pocket & a new friend Al Murphy in’t other & a screenprint of his work with no pocket to fit in which subsequently got lost to  the night.

Al’s since designed the iconic ISM house bag sleeve for us (Sesame Street meets Disraeli gears), a series of flyers for The Social, some T-shirts, painted the Heavenly mural that span 2 floors of our old office (back in the day when record labels could afford 2 floors) & been the only artist unfortunate to have a pice of his work stolen from his exhibition at The Social (YO THIEF FOOL IF YOUR READING THIS THERE IS AN AMNESTY CLAUSE ON THAT PIECE IF RETURNED)

You will no doubt recognize some of his handywork if you go to his website & there’s a cheeky piece in the Guardian’s G2 section today.

Excellent stuff Murph! Happy Halloween x

www.al-murphy.com

Sixty one years ago we were warned of the “ism’s” that are threatening our freedoms and rights. Since that time we have become like ostrich’s, hiding our heads in the sand and ignoring the inevitable. I encourage each and every one of you to watch this cartoon and be reminded once again the price that will be paid if we drink from the bottle of the snake oil of the salesman, today that salesman is our very own President, his congress and his many czars…It is time to wake up America and run “Dr. ISM out-of-town for his tonic is toxic to our liberty and way of life that our forefather’s had envisioned for us…………..

ISM presents “David & Myra (A Conversation … Part IV)“ …

… the 5th poem completed and to be included in the latest collection, “Saldado Instrúyele” (under construction)

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10/26/09   This TV Cartoon is a Must watch on youtube!

Watch the 1948 version which was posted THREE YEARS AGO !!!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mVh75ylAUXY

SO that was wayyyyy before the election.  Weird thing about this, it looks like a D*sney cartoon, don’t know.

Could it be, W*lt was trying to preserve America?  Now after his death, what does D*sney and A*C  do?

Would he roll over in his grave?

Then watch this 2008 barack version.  Posted 9/08

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O92dKfqIQxQ&NR=1

Then download it on your computer.

Save it with http://www.free-downloads.net/downloads/BienneSoft_YouTube_Downloader/ , while you still can.

Before the internet cops kill this.

Your kids need to know.  They need to show it to their friends.
I just think they need to know why they wont have the things you enjoyed as a kid and why their kids will do with even less.

Robin Williams has a plan I will post.

It is one that requires some sacrifice from everyone, but I’d do my share.

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