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National Zoo’s African Lion Cubs Pass Swim Reliability Test and Explore Their Yard

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In this photo: Keeper Kristen Clark with male lion cub Right Rib.

Photo Credit: Jen Zoon, Smithsonian’s National Zoo

May 6, 2014

Four African lion cubs took a brisk paddle at the Smithsonian’s National Zoo today and passed their swim reliability test. The cubs—three males and one female—were born at the Zoo March 2. All cubs born at the Great Cats exhibit must undergo the swim reliability test and prove that they are ready to be on exhibit. All four cats were able to keep their heads above water, navigate to the shallow end of the moat and climb onto dry land. Now that they have passed this critical step, the cubs are one step closer to being ready to explore the yard with their mother, 9-year-old Shera. The 10-week-old cubs will make their public debut in mid-June once all vaccinations have been administered.

“As keepers, it’s our duty to take every precaution to ensure the cubs’ survival,” said Kristen Clark, an animal keeper at the Great Cats exhibit. “It’s possible that a cub could be playing around and get knocked into the moat by a parent or sibling. We want to make sure that if they find themselves in that situation, they know how to pull themselves out of the water and onto shore.”

Both cubs took the test under Clark’s guard, as she gently guided them in the right direction. The shallow end of the moat is approximately 2 ½ feet deep, which could present an obstacle for young cats. The side of the moat closest to the public viewing area is about 9 feet deep and is an essential safety barrier that effectively keeps the cats inside their enclosure.

In an adjacent exhibit, the two lion cubs born to mother Nababiep Jan. 24 explored their outdoor enclosure after passing their swim test in April. Starting Friday, May 9, keepers will decide on a day-to-day basis whether Naba’s two cubs will spend time in the yard from 11 a.m. to 1 p.m. This decision will be based on weather and how the cubs adjust to being outdoors. The Zoo will continue to share the latest updates and photos on Facebook, Instagram and Twitter.

The Zoo received a recommendation to breed the lions from the Association of Zoos and Aquariums’ Species Survival Plan for African lions. An SSP matches individual animals across the country for breeding in order to maintain a healthy, genetically diverse and self-sustaining population. Luke, the Zoo’s 8-year-old male lion, sired all six cubs. The next step in building a pride at the Zoo is to introduce all nine lions into the same shared space. The first meeting between them took place April 24 and was captured on video.

“Introductions are always tense the first time you do them, but we always try to build on positive behaviors we’ve seen in the past,” said Rebecca Stites, an animal keeper at the Great Cats exhibit. “All lions seemed interested in one another and their interactions were positive during “howdy door” and face-to-face meetings. We’re gradually increasing the amount of time that the pride is together behind the scenes. Our hope is that they will all be on exhibit as one pride this summer.”

The pride social structure makes lions unique among the great cats, many of which are solitary animals. African lion populations in the wild have dwindled by 30 percent during the past 20 years as a result of poaching, disease and habitat loss. They are considered a vulnerable species by the International Union for Conservation of Nature.

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Maybe you’ve told your daughter she can grow up to be an engineer or CEO if she wants to, but she may not really believe it if her dad doesn’t cook or clean, a new study suggests.

A group of psychologists at the University of British Columbia found that when a father performs a greater share of traditionally female household chores such as cooking, cleaning and childcare, his school-aged daughter is less likely to say she wants to pursue a stereotypical female career such as nursing, teaching or staying at home with the kids, and more likely to aspire to more gender-neutral (and often higher-paying) careers, such as becoming a doctor or lawyer.

A mother’s stated views on gender equality were linked to her children’s views. However, a father’s share of housework made a difference even if both he and the girl’s mother explicitly endorse gender equality, reported the study that will be published in the journal Psychological Science this week.

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Boys tended to choose gender-stereotyped careers regardless of their father’s role at home.
Alyssa Croft

‘You may not realize how much kids are watching and observing and taking in beyond just what we’re telling them,’ says Alyssa Croft, lead author of the study. (Martin Dee/UBC)

"What this is suggesting is that when girls, specifically, are seeing their parents enacting a traditional division of labour at home, it may be limiting their own ambition," said Alyssa Croft, a PhD candidate who was the lead author of the study, in an interview with CBC News.

"It may just be restricting what they see themselves as capable of doing.… You may not realize how much kids are watching and observing and taking in beyond just what we’re telling them."

Croft acknowledged that researchers don’t know how the career aspirations of the children will be linked to what they end up doing when they grow up. However, she said they are a good indication of how children see themselves in the context of gender roles.
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She said the effects seen in the study of 326 children aged seven to 13 and their parents were "definitely very significant, meaningful effects."

She advised parents to be aware of how they’re dividing their labour at home, if they say they believe in gender equality and really do believe in it.

Croft said she undertook the study because most previous studies about children’s gender stereotypes look mainly at the role of their parents’ jobs. She thought what parents do around the house might be more important, since children were more likely to see that.

To find out, she ran a series of tests on children recruited at Science World in Vancouver, along with at least one of their parents. For example, some part of the tests included descriptions of two people — one with more gender stereotypical characteristics and one with less — and asked the participant which one he or she was more like.

In a video interview produced by UBC, Croft said she thinks the findings of the study are important because "despite our best efforts to try and create gender egalitarian workplaces, women are still underrepresented in leadership and management positions." She added that the study suggests equality at home may inspire girls to pursue careers that they have traditionally been excluded from.

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why so many colours? well, they accumulated over times, a holiday here, some money there, a sale and a gift and the neverending search for the perfect colour.

now I would say that no one needs so many colours, but to make the best out of it and to use them all it seemed best to sort them all in palettes, in thought over and well balanced palettes that are usable as they are.

what does it bring? rotating and rethinking the palettes every once in a while has taught me mixing and getting to certain colours from various starting points. it can be amazing how differently you can achieve shadows or greens or moods with about everything you see here. (I am still no friend of pre-packed palettes as there are some colours I will never like and there just not use.)

I have sworn that once some of them will be empty I will not refill them or stock up again as time will show which colours I really and alway like to use for various purposes. no one needs THAT MANY colours 😉

warum soviele farben? hmnja, es sammelt sich eben soviel an mit der zeit, rabatte, gutscheine, unverhoffter geldsegen hier, ein geschenk da … aber letztlich braucht eigentlich doch niemand soviele farben, das gebe ich hiermit offiziell zu.

was nun aber tun damit, denn herumliegen lassen wäre bei aquarellfarben zwar grundsätzlich möglich aber doch zu schade. ich habe mich vor einer weile dazu entschlossen, aus allen farben sets zu erstellen, für verschiedene zwecke und gelegenheiten, alle paletten sollten in sich selbst halbwegs vollstandig sein, "coloristisch sinnvoll" (so heißt es immer im schmincke-katalog).

was bringt mir das? ich wechsle die paletten alle paar tage bzw. nutze manche eher für unterwegs oder meine skizzen und andere für "richtig ernsthafte" bilder. die jeweils verschiedene auswahl an farben bringt / zwingt mich dazu, aus unterschiedlichen ausgangsfarben ähnliche ergebnisse zu ermischen, einige paletten enthalten zum beispiel kein grün (rechts unten), andere beinahe alle meiner lieblingsfarben, manche keine davon und sie "funktionieren" trotzdem. durch das rotieren lerne ich nach und nach alle farben kennen und manche sogar noch lieben, die ich eigentlich bereits abgeschrieben hatte. das erreicht man natürlich nicht, wenn man die farben gar nicht zur verfügung hat. mir hat es also sehr geholfen — und wahnsinnig viel spaß gemacht in diesen farbmassen zu schwelgen — dennoch habe ich mir vorgenommen, einige der paletten nicht aufzufüllen wenn sie leer sind bzw. manche der farben nicht nachzukaufen. mit der zeit wird sich zeigen, was ich wirklich benutze. soviele farben braucht also kein mensch, aber schön ist es trotzdem mit ihnen. 😉

Brooklyn Home Office, Minimized, At Night
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I’ve spent the past few months figuring out how to scale down many of the things i don’t need and keeping my home office very minimal. That included ditching the large 30" apple cinema display (it blocked my view out the windows!) and going back to a simple laptop with two headless servers (on old G5 osx server pictured, and one ubuntu dual core 2.8ghz hp proliant server hidden behind the desk)

I’ve hidden my speakers behind the desk and stream via an airport express station to minimize cord plugins. The two cables visible below the desk have been hidden (ethernet for the osx server and some other cable) didn’t see them in the photo til it was too late.

I’ve purchased an all-in-one scanner/printer that fits comfortably in the sliding glass door cabinet for easy access.

My old and faithful aeron chair finally made it’s return home from vermont. Thank you for the gift adam, it’s lasted me years!

For white board drawings, i use dry erase markers on the glass windows. I make sure i don’t write any sensitive data on them as they’re clearly visible from the street 🙂

This provides maximum desk space to work with while not being distracted. i work from home occasionally (i’m a senior linux systems engineer for mtv networks/viacom) so i wanted someplace enjoyable to work without losing focus on my tasks.

I didn’t have any stones to put in the vase for the flower, so i ended up using all the silver change i could find. This works great because it looks interesting, but also makes it easy to ditch extra pocket change into it conveniently. No pennies allowed!


Bristol Cinema Then & Now – The Kings, Old Market
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The King’s Cinema in Old Market, Bristol BS2, once one of the city’s stalwart picture houses which after 70 years, made way for yet another office block? – in its declining years it was home to sleazy sex films and horror movies and dirty old men in rain coats just like The Tattler round the corner.

image top left: British Electric Theatres owned this small cinema, which was originally called King’s Hall. It was built on the site of a cemetery, between Old Market Street and Redcross Street, and when it was demolished, bones from the cemetery were discovered and removed. It was British Electric Theatres who put a test case for Sunday opening in 1910. The inspector went to another cinema, saw some nudity and a scene in which a vicar kissed a woman and promptly objected. The case was refused.

After the First World War, Ralph Bromhead, who was later a leading light in the Gaumont empire, took over the King’s and changed it beyond recognition. He purchased the shop next door and gave the building a new frontage, with a wide foyer and low canopy outside. Inside, the balcony area was decorated with ornate brasswork. In order to obtain planning permission, Bromhead had to employ fifty demobilised men as labourers. The work took less than a year and cost £15,000.

The King’s reopened in 1921 and became a landmark in Old Market Street.

The cinema suffered a fire in 1926 but soon reopened with new owners, Enrico Carreras and his son James. They had their own orchestra, the King’s Symphony Orchestra, consisting of twelve musicians. The orchestra played twice a day every day and were paid £68 per week between them, which was better than most musicians were paid at that time.

The King’s cinema’s biggest competitor was the Regent in nearby Castle Street. A gimmick was needed to put the King’s in front, so they took a gamble and tried the talkies. They were the first in Bristol to do this and changed the face of Bristol cinema for ever. In March 1929, they opened with the film The Singing Fool, starring Al Jolson.

The queues went all the way up Old Market Street and they packed in four performances a day for five weeks. They counted 50,000 admissions in the first two weeks, figures unheard of before. It was the end for silent films.

By the end of the 1930s, the ABC Group, under John Maxwell, had taken over the cinema and it continued to be popular. It survived the Second World War but the surrounding area and, following the redevelopment of the area and the building of the new road system, the cinema became isolated. It closed on 4 December 1976 with a double bill of Hot Dreams and Man Hungry.

image top right: c1968 The construction of the roundabout and pedestrian walkway system, in the 1960s. The Stag and Hounds is now the first building on the right. Note left of photograph: The King’s Cinema.

image bottom left: The cinema stood empty for a while, and was demolished in December 1981 for an office block named King’s House to be built on the site, located on the corner of Old Market Street and Bond Street at Old Market Roundabout.

image bottom right: "Yet another office block, just what Bristol needs?"

The Sad Decline of Bristol Cinema

The years after 1945 were hard for Britain. The country was in debt after the strain of war, and there was a severe housing shortage. Both of these factors affected cinema business.

The Entertainment Tax, which was added to the price of a cinema ticket, was raised. It was nearly 47% on the price of an expensive seat. At this rate people could not afford to keep up the twice-a-week habit of pre-war years. Smaller audiences meant that owners had to keep putting up the prices to make any profit.

Building materials, money and labour were channelled into house-building. This meant that very little was available for building new cinemas or even repairing old ones. No new cinemas were built in Britain until 1954. Old ones became increasingly scruffy.

Slum clearance and rebuilding programmes left many inner-city cinemas without a local audience.

From August 1947 to March 1948 US film distributors boycotted Britain because the government proposed putting a high import duty on imported films. Robbed of Hollywood films, British cinemas had to fall back on old copies and poor quality films. Cinema audiences never recovered.

There were only 15,000 television sets in Britain in 1945, but by 1955, when commercial television started, there were 5 million. By 1961 there were 11 million sets and cinema admissions had fallen by 75%.

All these factors together meant that cinemas were not able to compete very well with television. Who would want to go out to a cold, draughty cinema, with decor that had not been painted or repaired since the 1930’s, and pay prices that had risen much faster than inflation, when television could entertain you more cheaply in the warmth of your own fireside every night?

Filmmakers tried to fight back by taking on techniques that could not be copied on TV. 3-D films appeared, requiring the use of special projectors, screens and expensive glasses. It was a short-lasting gimmick. Cinemascope brought wide-screen ‘epics’ that only big cinemas could manage to show effectively. Some new cinemas were built, usually on the same lines as 1930’s cinemas. Some older houses tried to catch a paying audience by showing soft porn films which could not be shown on TV.

Cinema owners were sometimes slow to see that times had changed. The chain system, in which all the cinemas in a particular company would show the same film in the same week might have saved some money in distribution costs. However, the result was that the new car-owning public, perhaps wanting a change from TV and willing to drive across town to see a film, were faced with less choice than there could have been. Only later did owners think of splitting large cinemas up into two, or even three separate, smaller cinemas, thereby offering more choice and cutting running costs.

The rise of video hire in the 1980’s was a further blow to the cinema. At the lowest point, about 1985, there were less than 1,000 cinemas open in Britain.

What happened to the cinemas?

The two most common fates of old cinemas were demolition or bingo. The bingo craze started in 1961 and turning cinemas into bingo halls at least kept them more or less intact. The other fates of old cinemas are too many to list. They have become shops, carpet warehouses, chapels, bowling alleys, temples, even car showrooms.

Then & Now

Two photographs depicting the same view, one taken a period of time after the other, give us an instantaneous impression of ‘ then ‘ and ‘now ‘. Some comparisons show old views that are instantly recognisable, where the natural passage of time and technology has made only slight changes.

Other views illustrate major change and it can be difficult to comprehend that an area has altered so much. Unless you have lived through a change and can remember what was there before, there is often no reason to question what building was replaced or how the area functioned in the past.

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This afternoon I was fortunate to have a "HOT" pass to the NASCAR race at the Texas Motor Speedway. I have to confess I have never watched a NASCAR race and know virtually nothing about the sport. None the less, It was way cool! With that credential you can pretty much go anywhere. I watched in the garage as the cars were measured & tested. It turns out the garage was a great place to be because it rained all day long. And for some reason, the drivers don’t race in the rain. Pretty understandable actually; I don’t suppose I would really want to drive 200mph on wet roads on tires as slick as dancing shoes. The only car on the track today was the pace car. Waiting patiently for the rain to pass.

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The flight arrived on time; and the twelve hours while on board passed quickly and without incident. To be sure, the quality of the Cathay Pacific service was exemplary once again.

Heathrow reminds me of Newark International. The décor comes straight out of the sterile 80’s and is less an eyesore than an insipid background to the rhythm of human activity, such hustle and bustle, at the fore. There certainly are faces from all races present, creating a rich mosaic of humanity which is refreshing if not completely revitalizing after swimming for so long in a sea of Chinese faces in Hong Kong.

Internet access is sealed in England, it seems. Nothing is free; everything is egregiously monetized from the wireless hotspots down to the desktop terminals. I guess Hong Kong has spoiled me with its abundant, free access to the information superhighway.

Despite staying in a room with five other backpackers, I have been sleeping well. The mattress and pillow are firm; my earplugs keep the noise out; and the sleeping quarters are as dark as a cave when the lights are out, and only as bright as, perhaps, a dreary rainy day when on. All in all, St. Paul’s is a excellent place to stay for the gregarious, adventurous, and penurious city explorer – couchsurfing may be a tenable alternative; I’ll test for next time.

Yesterday Connie and I gorged ourselves at the borough market where there were all sorts of delectable, savory victuals. There was definitely a European flavor to the food fair: simmering sausages were to be found everywhere; and much as the meat was plentiful, and genuine, so were the dairy delicacies, in the form of myriad rounds of cheese, stacked high behind checkered tabletops. Of course, we washed these tasty morsels down with copious amounts of alcohol that flowed from cups as though amber waterfalls. For the first time I tried mulled wine, which tasted like warm, rancid fruit punch – the ideal tonic for a drizzling London day, I suppose. We later killed the afternoon at the pub, shooting the breeze while imbibing several diminutive half-pints in the process. Getting smashed at four in the afternoon doesn’t seem like such a bad thing anymore, especially when you are having fun in the company of friends; I can more appreciate why the English do it so much!

Earlier in the day, we visited the Tate Modern. Its turbine room lived up to its prominent billing what with a giant spider, complete with bulbous egg sac, anchoring the retrospective exhibit. The permanent galleries, too, were a delight upon which to feast one’s eyes. Picasso, Warhol and Pollock ruled the chambers of the upper floors with the products of their lithe wrists; and I ended up becoming a huge fan of cubism, while developing a disdain for abstract art and its vacuous images, which, I feel, are devoid of both motivation and emotion.

My first trip yesterday morning was to Emirates Stadium, home of the Arsenal Gunners. It towers imperiously over the surrounding neighborhood; yet for all its majesty, the place sure was quiet! Business did pick up later, however, once the armory shop opened, and dozens of fans descended on it like bees to a hive. I, too, swooped in on a gift-buying mission, and wound up purchasing a book for Godfrey, a scarf for a student, and a jersey – on sale, of course – for good measure.

I’m sitting in the Westminster Abbey Museum now, resting my weary legs and burdened back. So far, I’ve been verily impressed with what I’ve seen, such a confluence of splendor and history before me that it would require days to absorb it all, when regretfully I can spare only a few hours. My favorite part of the abbey is the poets corner where no less a literary luminary than Samuel Johnson rests in peace – his bust confirms his homely presence, which was so vividly captured in his biography.

For lunch I had a steak and ale pie, served with mash, taken alongside a Guinness, extra cold – 2 degrees centigrade colder, the bartender explained. It went down well, like all the other delicious meals I’ve had in England; and no doubt by now I have grown accustomed to inebriation at half past two. Besides, Liverpool were playing inspired football against Blackburn; and my lunch was complete.

Having had my fill of football, I decided to skip my ticket scalping endeavor at Stamford Bridge and instead wandered over to the British Museum to inspect their extensive collections. Along the way, my eye caught a theater, its doors wide open and admitting customers. With much rapidity, I subsequently checked the show times, saw that a performance was set to begin, and at last rushed to the box office to purchase a discounted ticket – if you call a 40 pound ticket a deal, that is. That’s how I grabbed a seat to watch Hairspray in the West End.

The show was worth forty pounds. The music was addictive; and the stage design and effects were not so much kitschy as delightfully stimulating – the pulsating background lights were at once scintillating and penetrating. The actors as well were vivacious, oozing charisma while they danced and delivered lines dripping in humor. Hairspray is a quality production and most definitely recommended.

At breakfast I sat across from a man who asked me to which country Hong Kong had been returned – China or Japan. That was pretty funny. Then he started spitting on my food as he spoke, completely oblivious to my breakfast becoming the receptacle in which the fruit of his inner churl was being placed. I guess I understand the convention nowadays of covering one’s mouth whilst speaking and masticating at the same time!

We actually conversed on London life in general, and I praised London for its racial integration, the act of which is a prodigious leap of faith for any society, trying to be inclusive, accepting all sorts of people. It wasn’t as though the Brits were trying in vain to be all things to all men, using Spanish with the visitors from Spain, German with the Germans and, even, Hindi with the Indians, regardless of whether or not Hindi was their native language; not even considering the absurd idea of encouraging the international adoption of their language; thereby completely keeping English in English hands and allowing its proud polyglots to "practice" their languages. Indeed, the attempt of the Londoners to avail themselves of the rich mosaic of ethnic knowledge, and to seek a common understanding with a ubiquitous English accent is an exemplar, and the bedrock for any world city.

I celebrated Jesus’ resurrection at the St. Andrew’s Street Church in Cambridge. The parishioners of this Baptist church were warm and affable, and I met several of them, including one visiting (Halliday) linguistics scholar from Zhongshan university in Guangzhou, who in fact had visited my tiny City University of Hong Kong in 2003. The service itself was more traditional and the believers fewer in number than the "progressive" services at any of the charismatic, evangelical churches in HK; yet that’s what makes this part of the body of Christ unique; besides, the message was as brief as a powerpoint slide, and informative no less; the power word which spoke into my life being a question from John 21:22 – what is that to you?

Big trees; exquisite lawns; and old, pointy colleges; that’s Cambridge in a nutshell. Sitting here, sipping on a half-pint of Woodforde’s Wherry, I’ve had a leisurely, if not languorous, day so far; my sole duty consisting of walking around while absorbing the verdant environment as though a sponge, camera in tow.

I am back at the sublime beer, savoring a pint of Sharp’s DoomBar before my fish and chips arrive; the drinking age is 18, but anyone whose visage even hints of youthful brilliance is likely to get carded these days, the bartender told me. The youth drinking culture here is almost as twisted as the university drinking culture in America.

My stay in Cambridge, relaxing and desultory as it may be, is about to end after this late lunch. I an not sure if there is anything left to see, save for the American graveyard which rests an impossible two miles away. I have had a wonderful time in this town; and am thankful for the access into its living history – the residents here must demonstrate remarkable patience and tolerance what with so many tourists ambling on the streets, peering – and photographing – into every nook and cranny.

There are no rubbish bins, yet I’ve seen on the streets many mixed race couples in which the men tend to be white – the women also belonging to a light colored ethnicity, usually some sort of Asian; as well saw some black dudes and Indian dudes with white chicks.

People here hold doors, even at the entrance to the toilet. Sometimes it appears as though they are going out on a limb, just waiting for the one who will take the responsibility for the door from them, at which point I rush out to relieve them of such a fortuitous burden.

I visited the British Museum this morning. The two hours I spent there did neither myself nor the exhibits any justice because there really is too much to survey, enough captivating stuff to last an entire day, I think. The bottomless well of artifacts from antiquity, drawing from sources as diverse as Korea, and Mesopotamia, is a credit to the British empire, without whose looting most of this amazing booty would be unavailable for our purview; better, I think, for these priceless treasures to be open to all in the grandest supermarket of history than away from human eyes, and worst yet, in the hands of unscrupulous collectors or in the rubbish bin, possibly.

Irene and I took in the ballet Giselle at The Royal Opera House in the afternoon. The building is a plush marvel, and a testament to this city’s love for the arts. The ballet itself was satisfying, the first half being superior to the second, in which the nimble dancers demonstrated their phenomenal dexterity in, of all places, a graveyard covered in a cloak of smoke and darkness. I admit, their dance of the dead, in such a gloomy necropolis, did strike me as, strange.

Two amicable ladies from Kent convinced me to visit their hometown tomorrow, where, they told me, the authentic, "working" Leeds Castle and the mighty interesting home of Charles Darwin await.

I’m nursing a pint of Green King Ruddles and wondering about the profusion of British ales and lagers; the British have done a great deed for the world by creating an interminable line of low-alcohol session beers that can be enjoyed at breakfast, lunch, tea and dinner; and their disservice is this: besides this inexhaustible supply of cheap beer ensnaring my inner alcoholic, I feel myself putting on my freshman fifteen, almost ten years after the fact; I am going to have to run a bit harder back in Hong Kong if I want to burn all this malty fuel off.

Irene suggested I stop by the National Art Gallery since we were in the area; and it was an hour well spent. The gallery currently presents a special exhibit on Picasso, the non-ticketed section of which features several seductive renderings, including David spying on Bathsheba – repeated in clever variants – and parodies of other masters’ works. Furthermore, the main gallery houses two fabulous portraits by Joshua Reynolds, who happens to be favorite of mine, he in life being a close friend of Samuel Johnson – I passed by Boswells, where its namesake first met Johnson, on my way to the opera house.

I prayed last night, and went through my list, lifting everyone on it up to the Lord. That felt good; that God is alive now, and ever present in my life and in the lives of my brothers and sisters.

Doubtless, then, I have felt quite wistful, as though a specter in the land of the living, being in a place where religious fervor, it seems, is a thing of the past, a trifling for many, to be hidden away in the opaque corners of centuries-old cathedrals that are more expensive tourist destinations than liberating homes of worship these days. Indeed, I have yet to see anyone pray, outside of the Easter service which I attended in Cambridge – for such an ecstatic moment in verily a grand church, would you believe that it was only attended by at most three dozen spirited ones. The people of England, and Europe in general, have, it is my hope, only locked away the Word, relegating it to the quiet vault of their hearts. May it be taken out in the sudden pause before mealtimes and in the still crisp mornings and cool, silent nights. There is still hope for a revival in this place, for faith to rise like that splendid sun every morning. God would love to rescue them, to deliver them in this day, it is certain.

I wonder what Londoners think, if anything at all, about their police state which, like a vine in the shadows, has taken root in all corners of daily life, from the terrorist notifications in the underground, which implore Londoners to report all things suspicious, to the pair of dogs which eagerly stroll through Euston. What makes this all the more incredible is the fact that even the United States, the indomitable nemesis of the fledgling, rebel order, doesn’t dare bombard its citizens with such fear mongering these days, especially with Obama in office; maybe we’ve grown wise in these past few years to the dubious returns of surrendering civil liberties to the state, of having our bags checked everywhere – London Eye; Hairspray; and The Royal Opera House check bags in London while the museums do not; somehow, that doesn’t add up for me.

I’m in a majestic bookshop on New Street in Birmingham, and certainly to confirm my suspicions, there are just as many books on the death of Christianity in Britain as there are books which attempt to murder Christianity everywhere. I did find, however, a nice biography on John Wesley by Roy Hattersley and The Screwtape Letters by C.S. Lewis. I may pick up the former.

Lunch with Sally was pleasant and mirthful. We dined at a French restaurant nearby New Street – yes, Birmingham is a cultural capitol! Sally and I both tried their omelette, while her boyfriend had the fish, without chips. Conversation was light, the levity was there and so was our reminiscing about those fleeting moments during our first year in Hong Kong; it is amazing how friendships can resume so suddenly with a smile. On their recommendation, I am on my way to Warwick Castle – they also suggested that I visit Cadbury World, but they cannot take on additional visitors at the moment, the tourist office staff informed me, much to my disappointment!

Visiting Warwick Castle really made for a great day out. The castle, parts of which were established by William the Conquerer in 1068, is as much a kitschy tourist trap as a meticulous preservation of history, at times a sillier version of Ocean Park while at others a dignified dedication to a most glorious, inexorably English past. The castle caters to all visitors; and not surprisingly, that which delighted all audiences was a giant trebuchet siege engine, which for the five p.m. performance hurled a fireball high and far into the air – fantastic! Taliban beware!

I’m leaving on a jet plane this evening; don’t know when I’ll be back in England again. I’ll miss this quirky, yet endearing place; and that I shall miss Irene and Tom who so generously welcomed me into their home, fed me, and suffered my use of their toilet and shower goes without saying. I’m grateful for God’s many blessings on this trip.

On the itinerary today is a trip to John Wesley’s home, followed by a visit to the Imperial War Museum. Already this morning I picked up a tube of Oilatum, a week late perhaps, which Teri recommended I use to treat this obstinate, dermal weakness of mine – I’m happy to report that my skin has stopped crying.

John Wesley’s home is alive and well. Services are still held in the chapel everyday; and its crypt, so far from being a cellar for the dead, is a bright, spacious museum in which all things Wesley are on display – I never realized how much of an iconic figure he became in England; at the height of this idol frenzy, ironic in itself, he must have been as popular as the Beatles were at their apex. The house itself is a multi-story edifice with narrow, precipitous staircases and spacious rooms decorated in an 18th century fashion.

I found Samuel Johnson’s house within a maze of red brick hidden alongside Fleet Street. To be in the home of the man who wrote the English dictionary, and whose indefatigable love for obscure words became the inspiration for my own lexical obsession, this, by far, is the climax of my visit to England! The best certainly has been saved for last.

There are a multitude of portraits hanging around the house like ornaments on a tree. Every likeness has its own story, meticulously retold on the crib sheets in each room. Celebrities abound, including David Garrick and Sir Joshua Reynolds, who painted several of the finer images in the house. I have developed a particular affinity for Oliver Goldsmith, of whom Boswell writes, "His person was short, his countenance coarse and vulgar, his deportment that of a scholar awkwardly affecting the easy gentleman. It appears as though I, too, could use a more flattering description of myself!

I regretfully couldn’t stop to try the curry in England; I guess the CityU canteen’s take on the dish will have to do. I did, however, have the opportune task of flirting with the cute Cathay Pacific counter staff who checked me in. She was gorgeous in red, light powder on her cheeks, with real diamond earrings, she said; and her small, delicate face, commanded by a posh British accent rendered her positively irresistible, electrifying. Not only did she grant me an aisle seat but she had the gumption to return my fawning with zest; she must be a pro at this by now.

I saw her again as she was pulling double-duty, collecting tickets prior to boarding. She remembered my quest for curry; and in the fog of infatuation, where nary a man has been made, I fumbled my words like the sloppy kid who has had too much punch. I am just an amateur, alas, an "Oliver Goldsmith" with the ladies – I got no game – booyah!

Some final, consequential bits: because of the chavs, Burberry no longer sells those fashionable baseball caps; because of the IRA, rubbish bins are no longer a commodity on the streets of London, and as a result, the streets and the Underground of the city are a soiled mess; and because of other terrorists from distant, more arid lands, going through a Western airport has taken on the tedium of perfunctory procedure that doesn’t make me feel any safer from my invisible enemies.

At last, I saw so many Indians working at Heathrow that I could have easily mistaken the place for Mumbai. Their presence surprised me because their portion of the general population surely must be less than their portion of Heathrow staff, indicating some mysterious hiring bias. Regardless, they do a superb job with cursory airport checks, and in general are absurdly funny and witty when not tactless.

That’s all for England!

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A few nice only your test images I found:

On the road, from Roswell to Riverside – Apr 1992, #1
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Image by Ed Yourdon
After I had seen everything I wanted to see in Roswell, I hit the road again — and started driving west towards California, which is the direction that my family took when moving from Roswell to Riverside, CA in the spring of 1954.

We drove through the Alamagordo site of various missile tests, not too far from where the original atomic bomb test had taken place in the 1940s.

This photo was taken about 50 miles west of Socorro, NM — between the towns of Magdalena and Datil. You’ve probably never heard of those towns, but it’s also in the general vicinity, on the Plains of St. Augustin, of the Very Large Array (VLA) radio astronomy observatory. Of course, the VLA wasn’t here when we drove through this area in 1954: its construction did not begin until 1973, and it was formally inaugurated in 1980.

I know you’re thinking to yourself, "Where have I seen those VLA radar dishes before?" (There are 27 of them, in case you wondered, and each one weighs 209 metric tons.)

The answer, of course, is Contact — the 1997 movie starring Jodie Foster and Matthew McConaughey. (Don’t tell me you haven’t seen the movie. Shame, shame! Go buy it or rent it or stream it right now. Here’s the URL to learn more about the movie: )

As for the VLA, you can read more about it in this Wikipedia article:


Most of the photos in this album were taken nearly 40 years after we first moved to Roswell, as part of some research that I was doing for a novel called Do-Overs, the beginning of which can be found here on my website

and the relevant chapter (concerning Roswell) can be found here:

Before I get into the details, let me make a strong request — if you’re looking at these photos, and if you are getting any enjoyment at all of this brief look at some mundane Americana from 60+ years ago: find a similar episode in your own life, and write it down. Gather the pictures, clean them up, and upload them somewhere on the Internet where they can be found. Trust me: there will come a day when the only person on the planet who actually experienced those events is you. Your own memories may be fuzzy and incomplete; but they will be invaluable to your friends and family members, and to many generations of your descendants.

So, what do I remember about the year that I spent in Roswell? Not much at the moment, though I’m sure more details will occur to me in the days to come — and I’ll add them to these notes, along with additional photos that I’m tweaking and editing now (including some of the drive from Roswell to Riverside, CA where our family moved next), as well as some “real” contemporaneous photos I’ve found in family scrapbooks.

For now, here is a random list of things I remember:

1. I discovered roller skates while I lived here — perhaps aided by the presence of nice, smooth, wide sidewalks throughout this whole area of town. Sometimes my mother sent me on a small shopping expedition to the local grocery store, about two blocks away, to buy a quart of milk or a couple of other minor things. The shorts that I wore had no pockets (I have no idea why), so I put the coins that my mother gave me into my mouth, for safekeeping. That way, I had both hands free in case I tripped and fell … but if I had done so, I probably would have swallowed the coins.

2. For Christmas that year (i.e., Christmas of 1953), I was given a .22-caliber rifle. Even today, it would cause only a shrug in many rural parts of the U.S.; and it was certainly unremarkable in the 1950s. My dad felt that every boy should have a rifle, and should learn how to shoot it, clean it, and take care of it in a responsible fashion. I think his intention was to take me out into the open area outside of Roswell, to shoot at rabbits or gophers; but we ended up shooting at cans and bottles in the local dump.

3. In 1953, Roswell had not acquired any fame or attention for its proximity to the alleged alien landing in 1947. Trust me: if there had been even a hint of a rumor, the young kids in that town would have heard about it. Whatever may (or may not) have happened there . If you have no idea what this is all about, take a look at

4. For young boys, it was great sport to shoot at moving creatures. Dogs and cats were considered off-limits; and as implied above, we were not allowed to wander the streets with a .22 rifle. But we all had slingshots, and there were an infinite number of lizards in the area. Unfortunately, lizard were far too quick to hit with a relatively inaccurate slingshot (especially if shot with an unevenly-shaped rock; and it was only a year later, in California, that I began shooting marbles). Our greatest success was actually with slower creatures: horned toads, usually referred to as “horny toads,” or just “horns.” Indeed, they were slow enough that you could capture them with bare hands. You probably have no idea what I’m talking about, so take a look at this National Geographic article:

123/365 Deaf awareness week
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Image by clogsilk

This week is Deaf Awareness week. In the UK there are almost 9 million deaf and hard of hearing adults of which nearly 7 million are severely or profoundly deaf.

1 in 1000 children are deaf at the age of 3 and currently there are around 20,000 children who are moderately to profoundly deaf covering the ages of 0-15 years old. Only 12,000 of these children were born deaf.

It is important to raise awareness, never underestimate how being Deaf can affect somebody’s life. Just learning the alphabet in sign language, or learning how to speak clearly, facing the person you are speaking to, can make a huge difference. Being patient, innovative and calm also helps.

The NDCS have announced that the theme for this year’s Deaf Awareness week is "Look at Me".

"This theme aims to improve understanding of deafness by highlighting the range methods of communication methods used by deaf children, such as sign language and lip reading."

The RNID provide a completely confidential "Check your hearing" test. Give it a go, it may be the best thing you did. See

For more information about what you can do to help Deaf people, or where to go if you’re worried about your hearing, see the following links:

IQ and Aptitude Tests – Sample test questions, explanations and answers with insider tips

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Set in a future where population control is dictated by a high school aptitude test, two students must take down the system before it takes them first.

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Cool Test Yours images

Check out these test yours images:

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Image by WalterPro
Ultra-wide-angle zoom lens test – Trying out the latest addition to my gear a AF-P DX NIKKOR 10-20mm f/4.5-5.6G VR—an ultra-wide-angle zoom lens from my favorite online retailer And what a deal at 6.95 made even better by deducting for opening an Amazon credit account. Now where else can you get genuine brand new Nikon ultra wide angle lens for 6.95 ! The nearest equivalent is the Sigma 10-20mm f/3.5 also on Amazon for 9 and that lens doesn’t have any vibration reduction compensation !

As a side note these images were taken while the Tampa Bay area was under a Tropical Storm warning due to Tropical Storm Emily transitioning the region, you just got to love Florida !

Testing the Lights
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Image by Phil Roeder
I don’t know what it is about Christmas lights that they work fine last year but you get them out of the box this year and half of them don’t light up. So, we bought a bunch of new lights this year and went with the high-tech LED version. They supposedly last longer and use less electricity, but I think you need to have them on non-stop for a decade before you save enough to pay for them. We were testing them on the living room floor before taking them outside to hang, so I figured one more holiday bokeh opportunity.