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MRMC-USARAF Conference 08-2010

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U.S. Army Africa Commander, Maj. Gen. David R. Hogg (left), presents a commander’s coin to 2nd Lt. Megan Donahue, Uniformed Services University of Health Sciences medical student, before the start of the MRMC-USARAF Command Surgeon Conference Aug. 2 in Vicenza, Italy, while the present and incoming commanders of U.S. Army Medical Research Unit-Kenya, Col. Scott W. Gordon and Col. Thomas Logan, look on.

More than a dozen medical researchers from U.S. Army Medical Research and Materiel Command shared their experience and expertise on establishing programs, conducting research and delivering medical support in Africa at the second annual U.S. Army Africa Command Surgeon’s Forum Aug. 2 at Caserma Ederle in Vicenza, Italy.

U.S. Army Africa Commander, Maj. Gen. David R. Hogg, met with the principal participants to reiterate the command’s support for their wide range of activities and the positive impact they are having in promoting peace, prosperity and stability on the continent.

“The Army Africa Command Surgeon’s Office is acting as an intermediary, encouraging networking among U.S. Army medical researchers in Africa, AFRICOM’s service components and big Army, and developing lasting partnerships as we pursue our common interests in Africa,” said Col. Alfonso Alarcon, Army Africa Command Surgeon, and host of the conference.

MRMC researchers in Africa are establishing research centers, training personnel and conducting research relating to malaria, HIV, leishmaniasis, and a range of vector borne and bacterial diseases, while executing programs such as the President’s Emergency Plan for Aids Relief (PEPFAR) and the U.S. Military HIV Research Program, said Col. Kent Kester, commander, Walter Reed Army Institute of Research.

Presenters highlighted both the enormity of the problems facing societies and governments on the continent, and the impressive steps forward in both research and treatment that have become possible through building partnerships and establishing training programs.

“It’s a multi-pronged problem that requires multi-pronged approaches, and that’s just to get things started,” said Lt. Col. Shon Remich, director, U.S. Army Medical Research Unit-Kenya’s joint U.S. Army-Kenya Ministry of Defense PEPFAR program.

Col. Scott W. Gordon, USAMRU-K commander, described the infectious disease research and surveillance programs under way in Kenya and neighboring countries. USAMRU-K operates field research stations at Kisumu and Kericho, where staff partner with Kenyan government ministries, U.S. government agencies, nearly a dozen African and American universities, and a handful of nongovernmental agencies.

The U.S. military’s interest in African infectious diseases and their consequences began in the wake of worldwide awareness of the AIDS epidemic, a perceived interest in protecting blood banks and in not deploying HIV-infected personnel, said Merlin L. Robb, a retired U.S. Army lieutenant colonel and presently deputy director of clinical research for WRAIR’s U.S. Military HIV Research Program. Drawing on a range of funding sources, MHRP has helped establish significant elements of a base infrastructure to address HIV in several locations on the continent.

The program has helped establish an HIV maternal-child health center in Kericho, Kenya; a Centre for Infectious Diseases clinic and lab at the Mbeya Referral Hospital in Kihumbe, Tanzania; a research lab and clinical treatment support lab facilities in Mulago and Kayunga Provinces in Uganda; and a lab and surgical suite at the Kayunga District Hospital, also in Uganda, among other projects.

In Tanzania alone, MHRP has succeeded, with PEPFAR funding, to provide anti-retroviral treatment to more than 57,000 people, basic care services to more than 116,000 people, and counseling and testing to more than 228,000 pregnant women, he said.

“We establish a lab. We establish standards, and they have to meet those standards, and that’s very helpful,” Robb said.

MHRP is also active in Nigeria, where partnerships with the national government and the Nigerian Ministry of Defense are addressing the enormous toll that HIV and AIDS have taken on both the military and the society at large.

“I was there in the 1990s. Soldiers were dying by the boatload,” said Capt. Darrell Singer of the U.S. Public Health Service, who directs the operation in country for WRAIR. “We’d come in to train soldiers, then we’d come back six months later and they’d all be dead.”

At present MHRP-Nigeria and PEPFAR activities are supporting 20 military treatment facilities providing comprehensive services to tens of thousands, he said. More than 116,000 individuals have been tested for HIV and more than 9,500 patients have begun anti-retroviral drug treatment, he said.

“We rolled out treatment, now we’re getting the structure in place. We have a lot of structure, but it took us a long time to get that structure there. You have operational issues, issues of tracking, getting all your metrics in place,” said Singer.

“Getting necessary hires has been critical to getting care out there. It’s a lot of work. They have great bureaucracy and I think it will help improve their health care,” he said.

The Nigerian military has dedicated .6 million in funding to the program, Singer told the conference. “The plan is, they take over parts to keep the program going. Now they’re taking that part and we’re doing the ‘extra,’” he said.

Part of that “extra” at present is to teach forecasting, budgeting and related skills necessary for ensuring the long-term viability of programs that have been put in place, said Singer. The challenges are similar to those encountered by any developed country’s land forces: “They have to attract good people, they have to retain them,” he said.

The advent of AFRICOM has brought with it the benefit of sustained interest and support to programs on the continent, Singer said, who was in Africa in the 1990s when EUCOM had responsibility for large swathes of the continent.

“Back then they were dealing with the aftermath of the Cold War, the fall of the Berlin Wall . . . their engagement was elsewhere,” he said.

AFRICOM and Army Africa’s ability to focus on sustaining activities over an extended period of time is having a positive impact on MHRP-Nigeria’s operations, Singer said.

“The Nigerians depend on long-term history. Frequent and consistent engagement is key. One-offs actually become problems,” he said.

“This dialogue also helped our headquarters better assess how to support Medical Research and Materiel Command on the continent going forward,” Alarcon said.

“This second annual conference was by far more successful than last year’s, with an expanded agenda and twice the participation. I see this evolving into an annual event which will grow as our headquarters matures in its support role,” he said.

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Still from “I Write Erotic Short Stories with My Gallerist”

Image by marchorowitz

This action was performed the second day of the Scope Miami 2010 art fair, 12/1/10, and was a poll from my project "The Advice of Strangers" – see theadviceofstrangers.com/poll/87#poll87Updates for poll and info.

She’s walking in the forest, looking for something she doesn’t really know but knows exactly what it is at the same time. She is not lost nor knows where she is. She is almost nowhere. Ferns, their love for humidity, their spores. The forest is warm and damp; it has been raining, the smells are overwhelming. She remembers. What? She doesn’t really know. It’s dark and she walks light footed in the woods, her bare legs brushing the ferns, their humid spores leave dark traces on her skin, like velvet drawings. She can feel that he is in the forest too. Who? She doesn’t know but she can feel him, smell him; she remembers the smell… When and where? She doesn’t know. She bends down to look under the fern bushes. He is walking in the forest. He knows it well. He carries his heavy body. His bare feet glide through the mud. He can smell a presence he knew about long ago. Who is she? He doesn’t know, but she is young and slim and firm. The smell is fresh and humid and reminds him of ferns. He walks along the muddy paths and at a certain point he completely penetrates the forest. And suddenly… She sees his bare feet. Strong, heavy, muddy. He sees her wavy long hair that drapes down her back and over her shoulders. She slowly looks up his legs. He is wearing jeans. Her bare legs get lost in her boots, her black shorts have a big bump in front – her 44 Magnum. She stands up, she is as tall as he his. The smells start to mix. She wants to smell inside him. Inside his clothes, inside his body, inside his brain. She wants him, to absorb him, to take him in. He is overwhelmed with the excitement of meeting this beautiful woman in the woods. He wants to make love to her, but he must not be so aggressive. He farts with joy and she licked up the smell with her nose. She crouched at his feet and she licked the mud from between his toes and he put his left foot in the space just between her shorts and her inner thigh. He brushed her long hair aside and grabbed the back of her neck with his chubby fingers. She peed from joy. He looked right into the humid black smelly hole of the Magnum 44 where the fire is going to be born. She shot him dead that very moment.

Michelle and Ana

Image by cobalt123

My daughter-in-law poses with her six year old daughter Anavey. This image was a quick shot taken at the swim meet where Summer and Anavey were most happy to compete at the Mountain View Community Park.

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Still from “I Write Erotic Short Stories with My Gallerist”

Image by marchorowitz

This action was performed the second day of the Scope Miami 2010 art fair, 12/1/10, and was a poll from my project "The Advice of Strangers" – see theadviceofstrangers.com/poll/87#poll87Updates for poll and info.

She’s walking in the forest, looking for something she doesn’t really know but knows exactly what it is at the same time. She is not lost nor knows where she is. She is almost nowhere. Ferns, their love for humidity, their spores. The forest is warm and damp; it has been raining, the smells are overwhelming. She remembers. What? She doesn’t really know. It’s dark and she walks light footed in the woods, her bare legs brushing the ferns, their humid spores leave dark traces on her skin, like velvet drawings. She can feel that he is in the forest too. Who? She doesn’t know but she can feel him, smell him; she remembers the smell… When and where? She doesn’t know. She bends down to look under the fern bushes. He is walking in the forest. He knows it well. He carries his heavy body. His bare feet glide through the mud. He can smell a presence he knew about long ago. Who is she? He doesn’t know, but she is young and slim and firm. The smell is fresh and humid and reminds him of ferns. He walks along the muddy paths and at a certain point he completely penetrates the forest. And suddenly… She sees his bare feet. Strong, heavy, muddy. He sees her wavy long hair that drapes down her back and over her shoulders. She slowly looks up his legs. He is wearing jeans. Her bare legs get lost in her boots, her black shorts have a big bump in front – her 44 Magnum. She stands up, she is as tall as he his. The smells start to mix. She wants to smell inside him. Inside his clothes, inside his body, inside his brain. She wants him, to absorb him, to take him in. He is overwhelmed with the excitement of meeting this beautiful woman in the woods. He wants to make love to her, but he must not be so aggressive. He farts with joy and she licked up the smell with her nose. She crouched at his feet and she licked the mud from between his toes and he put his left foot in the space just between her shorts and her inner thigh. He brushed her long hair aside and grabbed the back of her neck with his chubby fingers. She peed from joy. He looked right into the humid black smelly hole of the Magnum 44 where the fire is going to be born. She shot him dead that very moment.

Muthumari Nagar, North Vavuniya NP Staff meeting local community leaders

Image by NonviolentPeaceforce.org

The village of Muthumari Nagar is in North Vavuniya on the road to Kilonochchi, an area of fierce conflict in the violent conflict which ended in May 2009. Now NP staff in this picture are discussing with Mr.Neethirajah, the Chair of the Rural Development Society and the Women Rural Development Society (WRDS) president’s name is the Mrs.Sivajothi, the needs of this largely ruined village. NP hopes to help these Committees to raise funds for a Children/Youth Centre where we can conduct trainings and the villagers will have a multi-purpose hall to replace the temporary building in the back ground of the photo.

The kindness of strangers

Image by Ed Yourdon

I had an appointment to meet someone on Central Park West and 66th Street (essentially across the street from the famous "Tavern on the Green" restaurant), and — as usual — arrived half an hour early. So I sat on a park bench, and watched a wide spectrum of humanity walk, stroll, and ride past me. Tourists, students, babysitters, friends, lovers, bicycle-powered messengers, retired people, and joggers moved past me, usually paying no attention to me at all…

I had my camera on my lap, pointed more-or-less straight ahead, with the zoom set to an 18mm wide-angle setting. With a couple of exceptions (including this photo), I didn’t bother aiming, focusing, or even raising the camera to my eye; if the picture looked like it might be interesting, I just pressed the shutter button at the appropriate moment.

I took three or four pictures of this man as he navigated slowly across 66th Street on Central Park West (just behind where this picture was taken), stopping every few feet to catch his breath. When he reached a tree that’s just out of sight on the right side of this picture, he decided to put his arm out and rest a while longer; you can see that in the previous picture of this sequence …

Seeing his condition, a very nice couple approached him and asked if they could help walk him to the bus-stop, which was about twenty feet further ahead (indeed, you can see the approaching bus in the background). They helped him onto the bus, and then walked away…

And, yes, I did notice the reaction of the woman on the left side of the picture: I felt that she was demonstrating the reaction that all of us would have felt if we were there, in person, to witness this little vignette of humanity…

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Note: this photo was published in an Apr 13, 2009 blog entitled "Bold Compassion in The Jungle of Life." It was also published in a June 2009 Squidoo blog titled "Acts-of-Kindness." as well as a June 2009 Squidoo blog titled "Kindness in the World Today." More recently, it was published in an Aug 2, 2009 blog titled "Expressing the Heart’s Wisdom by Giving (Dimensions of the Heart in Yoga – Part 4)." And it was published as an illustration in a Sep 2009 Squidoo blog titled "Kindness in the World Today." It was also published in a Sep 29, 2009 blog titled "The Volunteer Wellness Effect," as well as an Oct 1, 2009 blog titled "Kind the Gap!" And I’ve discovered that it was published in a Sep 20, 2009 Asian blog (Japanese? Chinese? Korean? I can’t tell) titled "something-something-something spiritual life begins."

It was also published in a Nov 13, 2009 blog titled "Improve the World: See a Need and Meet It." And it was published in a Dec 8, 2009 blog titled "Random Acts of Kindness, Yahoo! Style." And I found it published in a Nov 26, 2009 blog titled "Thanksgiving All Year." It was also published in a Dec 23, 2009 blog titled "Listening part 3: Action." And it was published as an illustration in an undated (Dec 2009) Squidoo blog titled "Sweet Kindness."

Moving into 2010, the photo was published in a Jan 22, 2010 blog titled "Healthy Acts of Kindness." And it was published in a Feb 11, 2010 blog titled "Finding experts in your company." It was also published in a Feb 14, 2010 blog titled "Help Others and Help Yourself." And it was published in a Feb 26, 2010 blog titled "Caring For A Loved One With Myelodysplastic Syndromes – Part 1: Making Your Own Health A Priority." It was also published in a Mar 1, 2010 blog titled "Brunetta sul pianeta anziani “Sarà il Comune a chiamarli”." And it was published in a Mar 26, 2010 Positive Psychology News blog titled "Are You a Half-hearted or a Whole-hearted Helper?" It was also published in an undated (late May 2010) HeartsForU blog, with the same title as the caption that I used on this Flickr page. It was also published in a Jun 26, 2010 blog titled "The Importance of Being Kind." It was also published in an undated (Jun 2010) Squidoo blog titled "Discover the uses of Adaptive clothing." And it was published in a Jul 12, 2010 blog titled "Study Reveals Common Features Of Long-Term Surviving Multiple Myeloma Patients (EHA 2010)." It was also published in a Jul 20, 2010 blog titled "One Small Act of Kindness Leads to Another." And it was published in a Jul 25, 2010 blog titled "Kind the Gap." It was also published in an Aug 3, 2010 blog titled "Planting Seeds: Kindness Week." And it was published in an undated (mid-August 2010) Squidoo blog titled "Discover the uses of Adaptive clothing," and another undated (late-August) Squidoo blog titled "Acts of kindness." It was also published in an Aug 23, 2010 blog titled "Gifts and Choices," as well as an Aug 23, 2010 blog titled "You Never Know." And it was published in a Sep 1, 2010 blog titled "i don’t want to set the world on fire –." It was also published in an Oct 6, 2010 blog titled "Caring For Someone With Multiple Myeloma – Part 3: The Toll Of Caregiving." And it was published in an Oct 7, 2010 blog titled "Help Always, Hurt Never," as well as an Oct 9, 2010 San Francisco Examiner blog titled "It doesn’t take much to make someone’s day." It was also published in an Oct 11, 2010 Women’s Tuxedos blog, with the same title as the caption on this Flickr page, as well as an Oct 13, 2010 Women’s Tuxedos blog that was titled "The Evil Spender Woman in All of Us." And it was published in an undated (mid-Nov 2010) Dating Advice Expert blog, titled "Relationship Advice for Men: The Ones Who Need it Most." It was also published in a Nov 18, 2010 blog titled "My Reality Show." And it was published in a Nov 24, 2010 blog titled "Thanksgiving Attitude." Also for reasons unknown to me, it was published in a Dec 18, 2010 "How to Meet Fine Women" blog titled "International dating and matchmaking website for singles seeking Chinese women from China for love, romance and marriage." And it was published in a Dec 27, 2010 blog titled "4 Easy and Effective Marketing Ideas You Should Be Doing … NOW ."

Moving into 2011, the photo was published in a Feb 10, 2011 blog titled "Stories from my past: Opportunities for kindness." It was also published in a Mar 16, 2011 Onsmatch blog, with the same aption and detailed notes that I had written on this Flickr page. And it was published as an illustration in an undated (late Apr 2011) Squidoo blog titled "Acts of kind-ness." It was also published in a May 16, 2011 Plinky blog titled "A High School Class that Should be Mandatory." And it was published in an undated (early Jun 2011) blog titled "How To Be Welcome At A Blog (Or A Party)." It was also one of several photos displayed on an undated (late Jun 2011) American Senior TV Photo Credits blog page.

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Note: on Oct 3, 2009 I made some minor edits to this photo. Primarily, I decreased the extent of shadows in the coat worn by the woman on the left, so you could see more details. There were a few other "hot spots" and "cold spots" throughout the photo that I was able to adjust, too. And I made a modest increase in the color saturation of the faces of all four individuals, as well as increasing the vibrancy of non-skin-tone colors. I do think it helps to be able to see more details of the woman’s dark raincoat, but aside from that, none of these "tweaks" are particularly germane to the main emphasis of the photo…

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McKenzie’s pyramid

Image by robinbyles

One cold foggy Sunday night in the autumn of 1871, 68-year-old Lionel Harland, a respected Rodney Street doctor, left his surgery and walked up Liverpool’s Maryland Street, when he heard footsteps approaching. The shadowy figure of a tall wiry man wearing a top hat and a flowing cape was emerging from the swirling fog, a hundred yards ahead.

Dr Harland hesitated at the corner of Maryland and Rodney Street and felt a shiver run up his spine, even though he wore a heavy fur coat on this chilly September night.

The silhouette advanced towards the doctor with an almost military gait, and as it came within range of the flickering yellow flame of a lamppost, the elderly doctor saw to his horror that the approaching figure was the very same one he had encountered twenty years before.

It was not a living person at all, but the ghostly shade of a dead man – a dead man the doctor had known personally many years ago. It was the terrifying apparition of James McKenzie, an evil and wicked man who gambled with the Devil and lost his soul as a result, forever condemned to walk the earth without rest until Judgement Day.

Before the doctor could cross the cobbled road to escape the terrifying ghost, the apparition let out a spiteful laugh and sneeringly said: "Ha! Hospital Sunday!" The spectre was referring to a charity collection the doctor held on Sundays to raise funds for poor people needing hospital treatment.

Halfway across the road, Dr Harland was brave enough to take a single glance at the cursed phantom, and he almost fainted with fear. McKenzie’s face looked as if it was lit up by a red flame, and his eyes were ink-black and lifeless. As the doctor shivered, the figure in black walked straight through the wall of the cemetery.

The trembling doctor reached the house of his friend Daniel Jackson in Blackburne Place, and after giving a garbled account of his meeting with McKenzie’s ghost, he clutched his heart and collapsed onto the hearth rug.

Mr Jackson and a servant managed to revive the doctor and gave him a shot of brandy. Dr Harland nodded, then said: "Mr Brocklebank; tell him about McKenzie. He knows the story." Moments later, the surgeon quietly died in the fireside armchair.

The only Brocklebank Daniel Jackson knew of was the wealthy philanthropist and ship-owner Ralph Brocklebank, so after his friend’s funeral, he forwarded a letter to the local tycoon about the strange story of Dr Harland, but did not expect a reply. He certainly did not expect a personal visit from the affluent Mr Brocklebank in response to his correspondence.

The 70-year-old millionaire paid his unexpected visit to Mr Jackson’s house shortly before 11 pm. He alighted from a hansom cab in an anonymous black Ulster coat with a black felt fedora pulled over his eyes.

Brocklebank was led to the drawing room by a servant who he rudely dismissed with a wave of the hand. Daniel Jackson offered his illustrious guest a finely-cut tumbler of Hoagland’s eight-year Scotch Whisky, rumoured to be Brocklebank’s favourite tipple, but the mogul shook his head and in a cavalier manner he told his host to go over the story he’d related in the letter.

Mr Jackson gave his account of Dr Harland’s final moments, and Brocklebank became very uneasy. He sat on the edge of the fireside armchair, jabbing the glowing coals of the fire with a poker with a tense expression.

After he had listened to Mr Jackson, he told a very strange story indeed which threw some light on the McKenzie ghost. It was a tale of greed, murder and the supernatural. Brocklebank seemed to see the events he described in the flames of the grate ashe spoke.

He said, "I remember James McKenzie. He was one of those people who are born old and crooked. Even then he was in his fifties. I was 25-years-old when I first met him, and your deceased friend was 23 and fresh out of medical school.

"McKenzie made and lost fortunes most men can only dream of. He backed the early railways and financed George Stephenson’s locomotive machines. He was seen as pillar of the community and a backer of commerce and industry; but there was another unsavoury side to the man few people were aware of. He was a compulsive gambler and an ardent atheist.

"Someone told me that he put his family Bible on the fire after his sweetheart died from a fever. They say he hated God because of her death. And there were strange rumours about the man."

In 1826, eleven bodies were found in barrels in the cargo hold of a ship at Liverpool Docks. The police traced the barrels to a house at Number 8 Hope Street. That house was being looked after by a James MacGowan, who was an associate of James
McKenzie.

Anyway, the police arrested Mr MacGowan after they found 22 corpses of men women and children that had been dug up from the local cemetery. Mr MacGowan refused to name names, but everyone suspected Mr Mackenzie of being the
instigator.

There were whispers that he had turned Number 8 Hope Street into a body-snatcher’s warehouse, where the corpses were pickled in barrels, ready to be shipped to the medical schools in Scotland. The going rate was £15 per corpse, be it a man, woman or a baby. But Mackenzie needed the money.

But in October 1850, something happened which I will never forget. McKenzie became acquainted with a mysterious gentleman known only as Mr Madison. Madison was the sharpest poker player McKenzie had ever met, and on this memorable occasion, they played a game throughout the night. McKenzie lost everything to the unbeatable Madison.

Just before dawn, the weary and defeated McKenzie was making preparations to leave when Madison made a bizarre proposal. He said: "One more game Mr McKenzie sir?"

McKenzie was literally penniless and said he had nothing left to gamble for. Mr Madison said, "What about your soul?" McKenzie said, "This is not the time for jests, please leave."

But Madison made it plain that he was not joking. He really did want to play a game of poker for McKenzie’s soul. McKenzie nervously and said, "I think I know who you are." And Mr Madison said, "If you sir, are an atheist, then what have you to lose? For a man who does not believe in a creator cannot believe he was given a soul."

McKenzie was too proud to acknowledge the existence of the Almighty, and the fool played a game of poker for ‘his soul – and Mr Madison won. James McKenzie fell to ‘his knees with fear when Mr Madison presented his ‘winning hand, but his opponent, who was really the ‘Devil laughed and said to him: "Fear not, vain and defeated one. I will not take your soul until you are ‘laid to rest in your grave."

And when McKenzie glanced up, Mr Madison had vanished, but there was an aroma of something burning in the room. This explains why Mr McKenzie was entombed in his little pyramid above ground sitting up at a card table with a winning poker hand.

It was his desperate attempt to cheat the Devil out of claiming his soul. As long as McKenzie’s mortal remains are above ground, Lucifer can’t claim his soul. But because McKenzie rejected eternal rest with God, he has condemned himself to walk the night as a restless ghost until Judgement Day.

When old Mr Brocklebank was leaving the house in Blackburne Place, Daniel Jackson said to him, "Sir, did you actually meet – you know who? Mr Madison?" Before the millionaire walked off into the jade fog, he nodded twice and with a worried look, he replied "You don’t think I accumulated my wealth through hard work do you? But I’ll have the devil to pay when my time comes."

Jeffrey Spencer Finale

Image by familymwr

U.S. Army World Class Athlete Program boxer Spc. Jeffrey Spencer wins the gold medal in the light heavyweight division of the 2010 U.S. National Boxing Championships with a 10-9 victory over Robert Brant of Oakdale, Minn., at the Crowne Plaza Ballroom in Colorado Springs, Colo. Photo by Tim Hipps, Installation Management Command Public Affairs

Army boxers brace for U.S. Nationals, Olympic Team Trials

By Tim Hipps
Installation Management Command

SAN ANTONIO – Reigning light-heavyweight national champion Spc. Jeffrey Spencer will lead several Soldiers into the 2011 U.S. National Boxing Championships June 20 through 25 in Colorado Springs, Colo.

The top four finishers in each weight class will qualify for the U.S. Olympic Team Trials for Boxing, scheduled for July 31 through Aug. 6 at the Mobile Civic Center in Alabama.

Four boxers in the U.S. Army World Class Athlete Program already have qualified for the Olympic Trials: Spencer at 178 pounds, Sgt. John Franklin at 114, Capt. Michael Benedosso at 108, and Spc. Samuel Vasquez at 152.

Three other Soldiers are qualified for the Olympic Trials as All-Army contenders: heavyweight Spc. Charles Blackwell, super heavyweight Staff Sgt. Andrew Shepherd, and lightweight Sgt. Toribio Ramirez.

All seven are scheduled to compete in Colorado Springs.

Second Lt. DeRae Crane will attempt to qualify for a berth in the Olympic Trials at Nationals, as will Spc. Carrie Barry, who is vying for the 132-pound spot on Team USA for the Olympic debut of women’s boxing at the 2012 London Games.

Spencer recently earned a berth in the 2011 Pan American Games, scheduled for Nov. 12-20 in Guadalajara, Mexico, with a silver-medal performance at the second Pan Am qualifier in Quito, Ecuador, where he lost a 16-8 decision to Felix Valera of the Dominican Republic. Spencer struck gold last October at the 2010 CISM World Boxing Championships on Marine Corps Base Camp Lejeune, N.C.

“He’s looking good,” U.S. Army World Class Athlete Program boxing coach Basheer Abdullah said. “Spencer is the guy to beat in that weight class, and DeRae is right there also. I’m expecting one of these guys to make this Olympic team.”

Should Spencer and Crane happen to meet in the quarterfinals or semifinals at nationals, Abdullah said he would sit Spencer to allow Crane to advance.

Third-ranked Franklin, 27, a silver medalist at the 2007 Military World Games in Hyderabad, India, faces a tough battle in the flyweight division that features two-time Olympian Rau’shee Warren, who is attempting to become the first three-time member of the U.S. Olympic Boxing Team.

“He’s capable of beating Rau’shee on a good night, when he’s at his best, but that’s going to be his biggest hurdle,” Abdullah said. “But we can’t overlook some of the other guys in his weight class. He definitely has the potential. He’s got to bring his ‘A’ game every night.”

Benedosso struck gold in the 2010 CISM Military World Championships at Camp Lejeune and silver at the 2009 Police Athletic League Championships in San Antonio.

“This is a very important tournament for him,” Abdullah said. “Not necessarily to win the tournament, but to make a statement that he is a true contender to make the Olympic Team.”

Abdullah calls Vasquez “our little secret” in the welterweight division.

“He lost to [two-time national champion] Errol Spence at the Nationals, but I think he challenged Errol better than anyone in the tournament,” said Abdullah, a three-time U.S. Olympic boxing coach and technical advisor. “He’s really growing. I think we’ve finally connected. He understands. We’ve made some adjustments to how he approaches bouts and he’s looking really sharp. I think he’s going to be one of the biggest surprises at Nationals this year.”

Shepherd won gold at the 2010 CISM Military World Games but has since been released from WCAP and is boxing under less pressure and scrutiny.

“Right now, he appears to be very relaxed, mentally,” Abdullah said. “He’s having fun with it because at the end of the day he knows he’s going back on line regardless of what happens.”

The U.S. Olympic Team Trials for Men’s Boxing is a double-elimination tournament showcasing eight boxers in each of the 10 men’s Olympic weight classes. The winners will represent the United States in September at the 2011 World Championships in Baku, Azerbaijan, where they will attempt to qualify internationally for the 2012 Olympic Games in London.

The 2011 USA Boxing National Championships will begin June 20 at Colorado Springs Christian School, with preliminary action continuing through June 22. Semifinals are set for June 23 and consolations June 24. The finals will be June 25 at the Colorado Springs City Auditorium.

Olympic Trials qualifying began at the 2010 National Police Athletic League Championships in October and continued at the 2011 Armed Forces Championships at Lackland Air Force Base, Texas, and the recent National Golden Gloves Championships. The champions at those three events will be joined in Mobile by the top four finishers at Nationals and the 10 champions from the Last Chance Qualifier, scheduled for July 3-9 in Cincinnati.

Women’s boxing will make its Olympic debut in 2012, but the U.S. Olympic Team Trials for Women’s Boxing are scheduled for early 2012, prior to their international qualifying tou

Colombia_Tumaco_Displaced_Community_Meeting_2

Image by stjc-nt

This women had to give away one of her children due to inability to provide to basic need for her children because of the conflict in Colombia. Her husband was killed by paramilitary and was systematically forced off of her land and moved to this shantytown where she is raising now her children.

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Answer by FabulousInIndy
nicky blaine’s martini and cigar bar on monument circle has a singles night each week. it’s a great little bar and a lot of really fun, hip people go there. have a good time hunting

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Memorial Day Service at Old St Paul’s, Wellington – May 30, 2011.

Image by US Embassy New Zealand

Memorial Day Service at Old St Paul’s, Wellington – May 30, 2011.

newzealand.usembassy.gov

Related:

Remarks by the President at a Memorial Day Service

Arlington National Cemetery
Arlington, Virginia

11:25 A.M. EDT

THE PRESIDENT: Thank you. Thank you so much. Please be seated.

Thank you, Secretary Gates, and thank you for your extraordinary service to our nation. I think that Bob Gates will go down as one of our finest Secretaries of Defense in our history, and it’s been an honor to serve with him. (Applause.)

I also want to say a word about Admiral Mullen. On a day when we are announcing his successor as Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, and as he looks forward to a well-deserved retirement later this year, Admiral Mullen, on behalf of all Americans, we want to say thank you for your four decades of service to this great country. (Applause.) We want to thank Deborah Mullen as well for her extraordinary service. To Major General Karl Horst, the commanding general of our Military District of Washington; Mrs. Nancy Horst; Mr. Patrick Hallinan, the superintendent of Arlington National Cemetery, as well as his lovely wife Doreen. And to Chaplain Steve Berry, thank you for your extraordinary service. (Applause.)

It is a great privilege to return here to our national sanctuary, this most hallowed ground, to commemorate Memorial Day with all of you. With Americans who’ve come to pay their respects. With members of our military and their families. With veterans whose service we will never forget and always honor. And with Gold Star families whose loved ones rest all around us in eternal peace.

To those of you who mourn the loss of a loved one today, my heart breaks goes out to you. I love my daughters more than anything in the world, and I cannot imagine losing them. I can’t imagine losing a sister or brother or parent at war. The grief so many of you carry in your hearts is a grief I cannot fully know.

This day is about you, and the fallen heroes that you loved. And it’s a day that has meaning for all Americans, including me. It’s one of my highest honors, it is my most solemn responsibility as President, to serve as Commander-in-Chief of one of the finest fighting forces the world has ever known. (Applause.) And it’s a responsibility that carries a special weight on this day; that carries a special weight each time I meet with our Gold Star families and I see the pride in their eyes, but also the tears of pain that will never fully go away; each time I sit down at my desk and sign a condolence letter to the family of the fallen.

Sometimes a family will write me back and tell me about their daughter or son that they’ve lost, or a friend will write me a letter about what their battle buddy meant to them. I received one such letter from an Army veteran named Paul Tarbox after I visited Arlington a couple of years ago. Paul saw a photograph of me walking through Section 60, where the heroes who fell in Iraq and Afghanistan lay, by a headstone marking the final resting place of Staff Sergeant Joe Phaneuf.

Joe, he told me, was a friend of his, one of the best men he’d ever known, the kind of guy who could have the entire barracks in laughter, who was always there to lend a hand, from being a volunteer coach to helping build a playground. It was a moving letter, and Paul closed it with a few words about the hallowed cemetery where we are gathered here today.

He wrote, “The venerable warriors that slumber there knew full well the risks that are associated with military service, and felt pride in defending our democracy. The true lesson of Arlington,” he continued, “is that each headstone is that of a patriot. Each headstone shares a story. Thank you for letting me share with you [the story] about my friend Joe.”

Staff Sergeant Joe Phaneuf was a patriot, like all the venerable warriors who lay here, and across this country, and around the globe. Each of them adds honor to what it means to be a soldier, sailor, airman, Marine, and Coast Guardsman. Each is a link in an unbroken chain that stretches back to the earliest days of our Republic — and on this day, we memorialize them all.

We memorialize our first patriots — blacksmiths and farmers, slaves and freedmen — who never knew the independence they won with their lives. We memorialize the armies of men, and women disguised as men, black and white, who fell in apple orchards and cornfields in a war that saved our union. We memorialize those who gave their lives on the battlefields of our times — from Normandy to Manila, Inchon to Khe Sanh, Baghdad to Helmand, and in jungles, deserts, and city streets around the world.

What bonds this chain together across the generations, this chain of honor and sacrifice, is not only a common cause — our country’s cause — but also a spirit captured in a Book of Isaiah, a familiar verse, mailed to me by the Gold Star parents of 2nd Lieutenant Mike McGahan. “When I heard the voice of the Lord saying, ‘Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?’ And I said, ‘Here I am. Send me!”

That’s what we memorialize today. That spirit that says, send me, no matter the mission. Send me, no matter the risk. Send me, no matter how great the sacrifice I am called to make. The patriots we memorialize today sacrificed not only all they had but all they would ever know. They gave of themselves until they had nothing more to give. It’s natural, when we lose someone we care about, to ask why it had to be them. Why my son, why my sister, why my friend, why not me?

These are questions that cannot be answered by us. But on this day we remember that it is on our behalf that they gave our lives — they gave their lives. We remember that it is their courage, their unselfishness, their devotion to duty that has sustained this country through all its trials and will sustain us through all the trials to come. We remember that the blessings we enjoy as Americans came at a dear cost; that our very presence here today, as free people in a free society, bears testimony to their enduring legacy.

Our nation owes a debt to its fallen heroes that we can never fully repay. But we can honor their sacrifice, and we must. We must honor it in our own lives by holding their memories close to our hearts, and heeding the example they set. And we must honor it as a nation by keeping our sacred trust with all who wear America’s uniform, and the families who love them; by never giving up the search for those who’ve gone missing under our country’s flag or are held as prisoners of war; by serving our patriots as well as they serve us — from the moment they enter the military, to the moment they leave it, to the moment they are laid to rest.

That is how we can honor the sacrifice of those we’ve lost. That is our obligation to America’s guardians — guardians like Travis Manion. The son of a Marine, Travis aspired to follow in his father’s footsteps and was accepted by the USS [sic] Naval Academy. His roommate at the Academy was Brendan Looney, a star athlete and born leader from a military family, just like Travis. The two quickly became best friends — like brothers, Brendan said.

After graduation, they deployed — Travis to Iraq, and Brendan to Korea. On April 29, 2007, while fighting to rescue his fellow Marines from danger, Travis was killed by a sniper. Brendan did what he had to do — he kept going. He poured himself into his SEAL training, and dedicated it to the friend that he missed. He married the woman he loved. And, his tour in Korea behind him, he deployed to Afghanistan. On September 21st of last year, Brendan gave his own life, along with eight others, in a helicopter crash.

Heartbroken, yet filled with pride, the Manions and the Looneys knew only one way to honor their sons’ friendship — they moved Travis from his cemetery in Pennsylvania and buried them side by side here at Arlington. “Warriors for freedom,” reads the epitaph written by Travis’s father, “brothers forever.”

The friendship between 1st Lieutenant Travis Manion and Lieutenant Brendan Looney reflects the meaning of Memorial Day. Brotherhood. Sacrifice. Love of country. And it is my fervent prayer that we may honor the memory of the fallen by living out those ideals every day of our lives, in the military and beyond. May God bless the souls of the venerable warriors we’ve lost, and the country for which they died. (Applause.)

END 11:37 A.M. EDT

Memorial Day Service at Old St Paul’s, Wellington – May 30, 2011.

Image by US Embassy New Zealand

Memorial Day Service at Old St Paul’s, Wellington – May 30, 2011.

newzealand.usembassy.gov

Related:

Remarks by the President at a Memorial Day Service

Arlington National Cemetery
Arlington, Virginia

11:25 A.M. EDT

THE PRESIDENT: Thank you. Thank you so much. Please be seated.

Thank you, Secretary Gates, and thank you for your extraordinary service to our nation. I think that Bob Gates will go down as one of our finest Secretaries of Defense in our history, and it’s been an honor to serve with him. (Applause.)

I also want to say a word about Admiral Mullen. On a day when we are announcing his successor as Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, and as he looks forward to a well-deserved retirement later this year, Admiral Mullen, on behalf of all Americans, we want to say thank you for your four decades of service to this great country. (Applause.) We want to thank Deborah Mullen as well for her extraordinary service. To Major General Karl Horst, the commanding general of our Military District of Washington; Mrs. Nancy Horst; Mr. Patrick Hallinan, the superintendent of Arlington National Cemetery, as well as his lovely wife Doreen. And to Chaplain Steve Berry, thank you for your extraordinary service. (Applause.)

It is a great privilege to return here to our national sanctuary, this most hallowed ground, to commemorate Memorial Day with all of you. With Americans who’ve come to pay their respects. With members of our military and their families. With veterans whose service we will never forget and always honor. And with Gold Star families whose loved ones rest all around us in eternal peace.

To those of you who mourn the loss of a loved one today, my heart breaks goes out to you. I love my daughters more than anything in the world, and I cannot imagine losing them. I can’t imagine losing a sister or brother or parent at war. The grief so many of you carry in your hearts is a grief I cannot fully know.

This day is about you, and the fallen heroes that you loved. And it’s a day that has meaning for all Americans, including me. It’s one of my highest honors, it is my most solemn responsibility as President, to serve as Commander-in-Chief of one of the finest fighting forces the world has ever known. (Applause.) And it’s a responsibility that carries a special weight on this day; that carries a special weight each time I meet with our Gold Star families and I see the pride in their eyes, but also the tears of pain that will never fully go away; each time I sit down at my desk and sign a condolence letter to the family of the fallen.

Sometimes a family will write me back and tell me about their daughter or son that they’ve lost, or a friend will write me a letter about what their battle buddy meant to them. I received one such letter from an Army veteran named Paul Tarbox after I visited Arlington a couple of years ago. Paul saw a photograph of me walking through Section 60, where the heroes who fell in Iraq and Afghanistan lay, by a headstone marking the final resting place of Staff Sergeant Joe Phaneuf.

Joe, he told me, was a friend of his, one of the best men he’d ever known, the kind of guy who could have the entire barracks in laughter, who was always there to lend a hand, from being a volunteer coach to helping build a playground. It was a moving letter, and Paul closed it with a few words about the hallowed cemetery where we are gathered here today.

He wrote, “The venerable warriors that slumber there knew full well the risks that are associated with military service, and felt pride in defending our democracy. The true lesson of Arlington,” he continued, “is that each headstone is that of a patriot. Each headstone shares a story. Thank you for letting me share with you [the story] about my friend Joe.”

Staff Sergeant Joe Phaneuf was a patriot, like all the venerable warriors who lay here, and across this country, and around the globe. Each of them adds honor to what it means to be a soldier, sailor, airman, Marine, and Coast Guardsman. Each is a link in an unbroken chain that stretches back to the earliest days of our Republic — and on this day, we memorialize them all.

We memorialize our first patriots — blacksmiths and farmers, slaves and freedmen — who never knew the independence they won with their lives. We memorialize the armies of men, and women disguised as men, black and white, who fell in apple orchards and cornfields in a war that saved our union. We memorialize those who gave their lives on the battlefields of our times — from Normandy to Manila, Inchon to Khe Sanh, Baghdad to Helmand, and in jungles, deserts, and city streets around the world.

What bonds this chain together across the generations, this chain of honor and sacrifice, is not only a common cause — our country’s cause — but also a spirit captured in a Book of Isaiah, a familiar verse, mailed to me by the Gold Star parents of 2nd Lieutenant Mike McGahan. “When I heard the voice of the Lord saying, ‘Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?’ And I said, ‘Here I am. Send me!”

That’s what we memorialize today. That spirit that says, send me, no matter the mission. Send me, no matter the risk. Send me, no matter how great the sacrifice I am called to make. The patriots we memorialize today sacrificed not only all they had but all they would ever know. They gave of themselves until they had nothing more to give. It’s natural, when we lose someone we care about, to ask why it had to be them. Why my son, why my sister, why my friend, why not me?

These are questions that cannot be answered by us. But on this day we remember that it is on our behalf that they gave our lives — they gave their lives. We remember that it is their courage, their unselfishness, their devotion to duty that has sustained this country through all its trials and will sustain us through all the trials to come. We remember that the blessings we enjoy as Americans came at a dear cost; that our very presence here today, as free people in a free society, bears testimony to their enduring legacy.

Our nation owes a debt to its fallen heroes that we can never fully repay. But we can honor their sacrifice, and we must. We must honor it in our own lives by holding their memories close to our hearts, and heeding the example they set. And we must honor it as a nation by keeping our sacred trust with all who wear America’s uniform, and the families who love them; by never giving up the search for those who’ve gone missing under our country’s flag or are held as prisoners of war; by serving our patriots as well as they serve us — from the moment they enter the military, to the moment they leave it, to the moment they are laid to rest.

That is how we can honor the sacrifice of those we’ve lost. That is our obligation to America’s guardians — guardians like Travis Manion. The son of a Marine, Travis aspired to follow in his father’s footsteps and was accepted by the USS [sic] Naval Academy. His roommate at the Academy was Brendan Looney, a star athlete and born leader from a military family, just like Travis. The two quickly became best friends — like brothers, Brendan said.

After graduation, they deployed — Travis to Iraq, and Brendan to Korea. On April 29, 2007, while fighting to rescue his fellow Marines from danger, Travis was killed by a sniper. Brendan did what he had to do — he kept going. He poured himself into his SEAL training, and dedicated it to the friend that he missed. He married the woman he loved. And, his tour in Korea behind him, he deployed to Afghanistan. On September 21st of last year, Brendan gave his own life, along with eight others, in a helicopter crash.

Heartbroken, yet filled with pride, the Manions and the Looneys knew only one way to honor their sons’ friendship — they moved Travis from his cemetery in Pennsylvania and buried them side by side here at Arlington. “Warriors for freedom,” reads the epitaph written by Travis’s father, “brothers forever.”

The friendship between 1st Lieutenant Travis Manion and Lieutenant Brendan Looney reflects the meaning of Memorial Day. Brotherhood. Sacrifice. Love of country. And it is my fervent prayer that we may honor the memory of the fallen by living out those ideals every day of our lives, in the military and beyond. May God bless the souls of the venerable warriors we’ve lost, and the country for which they died. (Applause.)

END 11:37 A.M. EDT

Question by heywhatsup: Where do I meet attractive & intelligent women?

I think I’m a catch. I’m attractive. I’m intelligent. I’m funny. I have a great paying job that I love. I have plenty of good friends. I’m relatively young (25). However, I can’t find a girl worth my time. I’m done with girls who want to party all the time, girls who get high, and girls who go to clubs/bars. I almost feel like applying to grad school, just to meet decent women.

Where do I find a girl who is:
1. attractive
2. intelligent
3. non-religious (I don’t care, but she will)

Any thoughts from some girls who are actually like this? Or phone numbers? Haha… I’m serious.
DethkloK: Where did you meet your current girlfriend?

Best answer:

Answer by Ashley
at school

http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=Am4b9ZLDSIZ5K5AFHpZYbJ3sy6IX;_ylv=3?qid=20100202213236AAge2kh

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