It seems that the Sukhoi SuperJet 100 got infected with the “delay” virus from its fetal friend B787. Mr. Michael Bagdasarov of Armavia is right on his comment as the delay might be a strategic operational advantage for Armavia since there is no current high demand for more aircraft, and practically till the time again for the summer schedule.
In fact, B787 is not only a friend of Sukhoi SuperJet 100 considering the fact that there is an agreement between Sukhoi and Boeing since 19th of December 2002. The affiliation with Boeing may be the actual source of infection.

Date: 13 November 2009 commenting on http://www.russia-ic.com/

Claudia Scarpa sul gradino più alto del podio

Ha imparato a vincere nei tornei del CRS dove peraltro non ha molte rivali, considerato che è quasi sempre l’unica partecipante nella sua fascia di età. Ai recenti Campionati Italiani di scacchi, che si sono svolti a Courmayeur dal 29 Giugno al 5 Luglio 2009, ha dovuto al contrario, mettere in fila una agguerrita concorrenza di rampanti scacchiste:

This new term will last  for 12 weeks starting 27th June and ending on 12th September 2009. Just for this term only, parents can choose to either pay the full term fees of $180 for 12 weeks or go by the pay as you play system which is $20 per session.

If interested please do email us on arionfa@gmail.com. Please note the 1st session is a free trial session.

Thanks to everyone, our term 2 was a success . Visit our photo gallery.

Last weekend, I refereed a rec league tournament. It’s a small league, and it doesn’t pay very well, but I did it for the experience. And boy, I got some experience!

For those of you new to soccer, there is usually a center referee (just called the referee) and two people on the sidelines (called assistant referees, or ARs — some people still call them “linesmen.”)

I was doing a U8 game (under 8 years old), which only uses one center ref and is on a much smaller field than most. The first game I had on Saturday went fine. Not much lip from the sidelines, although some parents didn’t like the way I called out of bounds. Well, it’s hard to see which team kicked it out when there’s no AR to help, so I’m sure I wasn’t always perfect. But the direction of a throw-in is rarely a game-changing situation.

I didn’t have any more games until Sunday because I had a family event to attend. But Sunday afternoon, I had another U8 game that didn’t go quite as well.

Let me start by saying, kids who play soccer at this age are adorable! I’m not a big fan of kids, but when they play and run so hard, you just want to pinch their wittle cheeks! The coaches, on the other hand, are quite a different story!

I started out the game the way I usually do. I checked the nets to make sure they were anchored well (a falling goal can and often does result in the death of a player),  I got my equipment ready and I checked in the teams.

Red was fired up and ready to play. They had one girl, who was so cute, and all the rest boys. I love seeing girls play with all boys. That’s the way I played as a child, and seeing a girl holding her own against boys is fantastic!

I checked their equipment (boys always laugh when I ask if they’re wearing any jewelry) and said we’re going to have a great game, right? “Right!” We’re ready to play, right? “Yes!” A good clean game where nobody gets hurt, right? “Right!”

Blue was slightly less enthusiastic: “We always lose,” one boy lamented. I said, Well, you’re here to have fun. You’re here to learn, and the more you play, the better you’ll get, right? “OK,” they said with their heads down.

Coaches seemed pretty laid back and cool. Blue coach seemed like all he wanted was for the kids to have fun. My kind of coach! Too bad he had a punk assistant.

The game started and soon red scored a goal. It was a controversial one because the ball bounced off the pole and slowly rolled into the goal. If it crosses the line completely, it’s a goal, and I called it as such. Blue’s assistant coach went nuts. “It’s not a goal! It’s not a goal!” I did what I usually do, which was to ignore him.

As the game played on, I could still hear him running his mouth! “She wasn’t even close enough to see if that was a goal!” (Um, excuse me? I was 10 feet from it, how close were you?) But I ignored him and let the kids play.

A few minutes later, a kid fell down. I didn’t see a foul, but the kid was on the ground crying. I learned quickly that in U8s, every time a kid falls, he starts crying and you have to stop the game. It’s rarely a serious injury, but you have to get the coach to tend to the little sweetie and perhaps sub in another player.

So, I called for a dropped ball, which is what you do when the game is interrupted but there’s no foul. Well, blue assistant started arguing about where the dropped ball should be. “Shouldn’t the dropped ball be where the foul occurred?” (Um, no jackass, you don’t do a dropped ball on a foul.) I ignored him and continued play. When I came back down to his side of the field, he was still bitching away — about a dropped ball! As I ran past him, I said, “Are you going to argue with every call I make? Because I will stop this game.” This shut him up for a few minutes.

At this point, I was kind of nervous and excited. This was the first time I ever had to get nasty with a coach — or anyone for that matter — as the center referee.

The next controversial call was when the ball went out of bounds on the goal line. Both kids kicked it at about the same time, but I couldn’t tell who last touched it (again, no ARs). So, I did what you’re supposed to do, and I called it for the defense. “Goal kick.” I said, and made my signal.

A parent, standing right at the corner area  and probably in a better position to see what happended, started screaming for a corner kick. “It’s a corner kick!” he said. “It’s a goal kick,” I said. I wasn’t about to change my mind for a freaking parent. “Isn’t it a corner kick because the ball went out of bounds on the defense?” he asked. “It’s a goal kick because I said it’s a goal kick!” No more trouble out of the parents.

Later in the first half, Big Mouth Assistant started up again. Three kids all ran for the ball, all three of them crashed into each other and tripped over the ball. All three went down, and one started crying. I blew the whistle and called for the coach.

Meanwhile, BMA started grumbling that I should have called a foul. On whom, I’m not sure, but I imagine he expected me to call it on a team other than his.

I walked about halfway across the field and I said calmly and directly at him, “They all tripped over the ball. There was no foul.” He just stood and glared at me, so I glared back. This lasted about five seconds, then I yelled loudly, “Knock it off!” The whole field went silent. Parents, kids and coaches were all looking at me. I walked over, got the ball and started the dropped ball. (Hells yeah, I’m such a badass.)

At halftime, the tournament director came over to see how it was going. I told him I’m this close to throwing out a coach. We talked and laughed for a little while, and the second half started without incident. BMA never gave me any more lip.

Red won 6-2.

After the game, I had to be whisked off to another game, but as I gave the game ball back to the home team, I stopped the red goalie and said, “Hey, you had some great saves out there!” He smiled bashfully and said “Thanks!” This kid was making saves far above his age level. I hope he’ll go on to play in more competitive leagues.

The head coach of red stopped me, shook my hand and said, “Good job.” I didn’t stick around for blue’s critique!

The next game was a U10 championship game, and I was the AR (I requested to be on the parents’ side of the field this time). It was a good, quiet game, and there were no more incidents.

Even with an obnoxious coach, I still had  a blast. And I’m pretty sure the blue head coach either told BMA to shut up (they’re U8s, for God’s sake) or he secretly wanted me to throw out the assistant.

My assignor friend and certification instructor told me I should have thrown the guy out. He said to never put up with crap from an assistant coach. But I felt that since I got the situation under control, it was best to just continue the game.

Travelling home on the U8, I recently saw for the first time ever in Berlin a lady wearing a Burqa. She couldn’t have been more than 21 and was holding hands with a similarly young bearded man, chatting away happily. It’s funny how much the eyes betray.

Not many people seemed to stare at this rare occurance: On what’s known as the ‘Istanbul Express’, it’s not unusual to see ladies with some sort of head covering. However, this being only the second time ever that I’ve seen someone wearing the black, cloak-like covering, showing only the eyes, I was intrigued and couldn’t help but stare.

I wanted to ask so many questions: “Why are you wearing that?” “Do you wear it all the time?” “How do people react to your appearance?” “Do you feel oppressed?”… Of course, I didn’t and got off at my stop, leaving her to continue her (muffled) conversation with the young bearded man.

U-Bahnhof Alex. U2. Ich starre stumpf auf die Plakate an den Wänden. In Fleischfarben gehaltene Reklame für irgendein Musical. Langeweile.
Vor gar noch nicht allzulanger Zeit stand auf Plakaten ein ganzer Text mit Sätzen wie: “Ich habe sechs Menschen erschossen. Ich habe die neue U-Bahn eröffnet …”
Kunst. Irritierend.
Oder der Mexikaner. Er stand, kaum einssechzig groß, in Umhang und mit Riesensombrero, an der Theke der Croissantkiste. Reglos. Über das Gesicht eine Spidermanmaske gezogen. In der Zeit bin ich öfter dort vorbeigekommen. Und immer stand der Mexikaner da. Ich hab ihn beobachtet. Unauffällig versucht, näher zu kommen. Scheiße unheimlich, wenn der echt ist, dachte ich. Und ziemlich cool, wenn nicht. Beim dritten oder vierten Mal hab ich gemerkt, daß er eine Puppe war. Kunst. Irritierend. Gut.
Oder die Aktion für die U8. Eine Zeit lang erklang immer, wenn ein Zug einfuhr, triumphale Filmmusik à la “Star Wars” … Surreal. Und richtig lustig.
Wenn ich die Kunst im Bahnhof Mist fand, hab ich mich geärgert. Wenn sie gut war, mich darüber gefreut und nachgedacht. Egal wie. Es war immer, als ob eine Tür im Kopf aufginge.
Jetzt stehe ich im Bahnhof Alexanderplatz und starre stumpf auf die üblichen Plakate. Langweilig!

Berlin im Februar ist absolut unlöblich. Das Leben macht insgesamt wenig Spaß. Auch wenn gestern Abend festgestellt wurde, dass der Sommer auch seine Nachteile hat, weil man dann das Gefühl hat, alle leben ihr Leben und haben Spaß, nur man selbst nicht.

Das heißt also, wenn überhaupt, ist maximal die Hälfte des Jahres okay. 

Heute ein dramatischer Zwischenfall in der U-Bahn, natürlich der U8, der Königin des Trashs: Gegenüber sitzt ein Mann um die 45. Er zieht einen Umschlag aus einer Plastiktüte, die mit vollen Hart-Alk-Flaschen gefüllt ist. Im Gegensatz zu vielen der Mitreisenden ist er kein Penner, sondern sieht nach bürgerlichem Wedding aus. Aus dem Umschlag zieht er mehrere handgeschriebene Seiten und beginnt zu lesen. Auf der Rückseite, die zu mir zeigt, steht ein Gedicht. Darunter steht: “Um des Kindes willen wollte ich es vermeiden. Wenn du dich aber derart verhältst, muss ich dir auf der Stelle kündigen.” 

Der Mann tut mir auf einmal sehr Leid. Er hat tiefe Augenringe und seufzt. Dann packt er den Brief wieder in den Umschlag und diesen in die Plastiktüte. Ich überlege mir, was es wohl für eine Stelle ist, die er nun verliert, weil er durchaus nicht zur Kooperation bereit sein wollte. Und stelle mir unwillkürlich einen Friseursalon vor, obwohl ich weiß, dass das Unsinn ist.

Last Tuesday if I’m not mistaken, I went out with some of my former high school mates consisting of wai yan, yi ching, teck seng, andy, daniel and my lovely darling (miss ng) muahaha!!!!! Anyway it’s kinda a ‘celebration’ for teck seng’s birthday which falls on the following day. We went to mid valley and have lunch at nando’s and then headed to redbox for singing sessions. Nothing much to elaborate on it, so shall we let the pics to come in??? AHAHAHAHA

everyone into singing mode except for me…still very alert to camwhore…muahaha
teck seng, andy, yi ching, leng and me…
favourite pic of the day…all the girls (yi ching, wai yan, leng and me)
daniel and me…..
this is when andy still trying to get into the singing mode (still relaxing)
this is when he’s into singing mode (sudah high), no one can stop him then…hahaha
my darling miss ng n me….
wai yan keeps on becoming the camera girl oni
haha….leng leng and me again =P

ps: all pictures are from wai yan’s camera…thanks dear ^_^

Monday Night Soccer - Germany v Holland

I picked up Reilly a little early from school today because I thought he might need some downtime. He’s in the rec soccer league in town and they have one weekend game and one weeknight game/practice that lasts for 90 minutes. It’s funny I don’t know how other working parents do it. At 6 years old he plays two days a week – one of which is a weekday. So, for today, he was in school at 8am and the curriculum ends at 11:30, he has lunch and moves to the extended day program usually until 5pm. Today, it was until about 3:30. He came home grabbed something to eat and headed off to soccer until 7pm. That’s a lot in my mind. We had intentionally kept him out of anything competitive and just started exposing him to all kinds of activities for the past five years – but kids these days – it’s got to be so hard. It seems they have to choose a sport and become dedicated to that sport. Long gone are the days of a new sport or activity each season – let’s all just have a good time – play at the same field at the same time one night a week. Poof… gone. Different times, different fields, more than once a week- He’s SIX! Although, Reilly says he’s having a great time, so who am I to knock it, but… it seems like a lot. I hate the term Soccer Mom and I now abhor the term hockey mom even more. Thanks for that Sarah.

…so kreativ und lustig die Musik so doch eher gewöhnlich der Sticker der Kannibalen in Zivil, der auf das LIVE Album aufmerksam machen soll – oder sollte ?

آخرین نسخه ی فیـ.لتر شکن قدرتمندِ ultrasurf را از اینجا دانلود کنید، چنانچه این آدرس نیز فیـ.لتر بود، آخرین نسخه ی ultrasurf تا زمان نگارش این مقاله را از جعبه ی دانلود وب 3 یا از اینجا دریافت کنید.

تنظیمات فایرفاکس:
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اکنون آزادانه به هر جا که لازم است، بروید.

تنظیمات اینترنت اکسپلورر:
بهتر است IE7Pro را از اینجا دانلود کنید. پس از اجرای ultrasorf ،اینترنت اکسپلورر بصورت خود کار باز میشود. اگر آیکون IE7Pro آبی بود روی آن راست کلیک کرده و از proxy settings روی اعداد کلیک کنید، تا آیکون به رنگ سبز در آید.

چنانچه بدرستی عمل نکرد، اینترنت اکسپلورر را بسته و home را از برنامه ی ultrasorf بفشارید. اکنون آزادانه به هر جا که لازم است، بروید.

تنظیمات ویندوز لایو رایتر:
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اکنون میتوانید پس از اجرای ultrasurf مطالب خود را در وردپرس و بلاگر منتشر کنید.

اینترنت بدون فیـ.لتر شکن:
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وب، اینترنت؟!
دوست دارم یک بار دیگر گفته ی رید هاستینگس ـ بنیانگذار و مدیر Netflix ـ و فرمول ساده اش برای تعریف مراحل وب را اینجا نیز نقل کنم: «وب 1 دیال آپ بود، با 50 کیلوبایت پهنای باند، وب 2 با 1 مگابایت پهنای باند میانگین، و وب 3 با 10 مگابایت پهنای باند ثابت خواهد بود. بگونه ای که وب کاملا ویدئویی خواهد بود، آن هنگام آرزوی وب 3 تحقق خواهد یافت.» فکر میکنید میشود نام چیزی که ما از آن استفاده میکنیم را وب (اینترنت) گذاشت؟! به نظر من اساسا وب متضمن مفاهیمِ آزادیِ بیان و امنیت نیز هست. آیا با این وضعیت نابسامان سـانسـ.ور و فیـ.لترینگ میشود نام چیزی که ما از آن استفاده میکنیم را وب (اینترنت) گذاشت؟!

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Here is the video I put together for my U8 rugby team presentation evening.

Duncan Jones, the Wales and Osprey loosehead prop, gave away the medals to the boys. He was an excellent role model, talking quietly to each boy as they came up to shake hands.

Anyway, it was our last season of tag rugby. Onto rugby tackling, mauling and rucking!

ein verhärmtes, älteres paar in der u8. besonders fallen die beiden nicht auf. solche leute sitzen dort jeden tag.

alles ganz doll schlimm. (via ix)