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Saturday, March 5, 2011
Steve Jobs’ unveils health with Apple iPad2 | Science updates | NewJerseyNewsroom.com -- Your State. Your News.
The unveiling of Apple’s iPad2 this past Wednesday brought a standing ovation from the crowd present for the event in San Francisco. But the attendees may have risen to their feet just as much for the presentation’s surprise master of ceremonies.
Steve Jobs, who is taking a leave of absence from the company, returned to unveil the new product, which is expected to be a hot seller. It was the Apple CEO’s first appearance at an Apple event since announcing his third medical leave from the company, and an unexpected one at that.
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Friday, March 4, 2011
The heroin addiction that took my son's life - Real Families - Salon.com
The doorbell rings again. With dread (my new companion) I pull myself up from the solitude of my office chair. It's Sept. 16, 2007. Over the eight days since my 21-year-old son Trevor's death, my front door has become a cave entrance for a myriad of callers to my -- to our -- disrupted home. The visits are mostly welcome, as a respite from the constant unfamiliarity of our days.
Of those who come, and frequently, is my dear friend Amalia, who brought over a real coffee pot, one that runs laps around my fancy French press. It can handle the demands of heavy consumption. We drink our coffee in silence in the screened-in porch, freshly painted in deep eggplant and squash hues with overstuffed pillows to soften the heavy wooden furniture. Gauze drapes soften the room, floating slightly with an occasional cool breeze. Coffee with such a friend helps staunch the bleeding of my soul.
Outside is the stone patio, completed only days before Trevor's death -- a poignant stage for his memorial, but, damn it, not what I had in mind when I had the work done. Amalia hands me a smooth, warm stone; I think and feel it is perfect as I hold it in the palm of my hand and then bank it in the pocket of my jeans. She says, "I got this worry-stone from a friend of mine years ago, when I was going through some heavy personal shit, and now I want you to have it."
God, a gesture so plain gave me power for months to come -- the ordinary becomes extraordinary with the thoughtfulness of a friend. Who would have thought that a rock would lighten my load? Whenever I feel a tidal wave of emotion, or find myself entrapped, uncomfortable or sensing flames of grief, or becoming consumed by memories of Trevor, I slip my hand into my pocket, retrieve the stone, rub my fingers over the rock's warm surface until I find my way to the other side of the moment, like finding a way across an empty space.
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“The Human Resourc
“The Human Resources Manager”: A dry, hilarious Israeli “As I Lay Dying” – Quick Takes – Salon.com: Another i... http://twurl.nl/8dyal1
"The Human Resources Manager": A dry, hilarious Israeli "As I Lay Dying" - Quick Takes - Salon.com
Another in a long series of fascinating films coming out of contemporary Israel, "The Human Resources Manager" is a tragicomic, memorably gritty road movie with echoes of William Faulkner's great novel "As I Lay Dying." That might not be an accident, since this film from director Eran Riklis (whose other terrific films include "Lemon Tree" and "The Syrian Bride") is based on a novel by prominent Israeli writer A.B. Yehoshua, who has frequently been described as the Jewish state's answer to the Nobel laureate of Oxford, Miss. For Yehoshua, Riklis and screenwriter Noah Stollman, this tale of an unburied corpse and the middle-aged executive who accompanies it on an unlikely journey becomes an oblique way of looking at recent Jewish history, and exploring fault lines in Israeli society.
At first, the grizzled, eponymous human-resources manager (Mark Ivanir) seems like the laconic hero of a rainy Jerusalem noir. It's 2002, with Palestinian terrorist attacks on the civilian population near a high point, and a worker at his family-owned bakery has lain unclaimed in the morgue for days following a bus bombing. She turns out to be Yulia, a Christian immigrant worker from an unnamed Eastern European country (it's clearly Romania), and the manager has to figure out why nobody noticed her absence, and take enough responsibility for her to fight back a tide of bad P.R. (Yulia is the only person in the story who is ever named -- a literary device handled with such naturalness that I didn't notice it until the movie was over.)
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