Is Karl Rove a Nazi?

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Hola Comrades! By now you know that what started out as a <a href="http://www.thedailybeast.com/articles/2013/02/20/chuck-hagel-friend-of-hamas-how-the-right-wing-press-got-it-way-wrong.html" target="_blank">smart-ass joke by a NY Daily News reporter</a>, turned into a really moronic story on a right-wing website which then turned into a super embarrassing situation for Senator Rand Paul. The guy who ran the bullshit story that SecDef nominee Chuck Hagel had given a speech to the “Friends of Hamas” now claims that he had THREE separate sources for that story, but admits that he doesn’t know if they were being truthful or not. Well, since that’s how journalism is done, here is my report for IWS World Media for Thursday, February 21, 2013…<br /><br /><b>BREAKING NEWS!</b> IWS World Media has learned from sources that the photograph of Karl Rove as a Nazi Officer distributed by the Tea Party, originally assumed to be a photoshop, is in fact REAL!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiki9B6kGMAoNvj3mjsQ7DEVZHJlrDOmtFqqKdSUg8Ks1-_FhnDW5zo02wD1efB8M4XUoY1B9_aeBrvYDoNmECTlGxkUstZPlDua8X_Ge3aaffhI-HePmG5GtqWvSwvCY2ljMRvS8S4Muw/s1600/Karl-Rove-Nazi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiki9B6kGMAoNvj3mjsQ7DEVZHJlrDOmtFqqKdSUg8Ks1-_FhnDW5zo02wD1efB8M4XUoY1B9_aeBrvYDoNmECTlGxkUstZPlDua8X_Ge3aaffhI-HePmG5GtqWvSwvCY2ljMRvS8S4Muw/s1600/Karl-Rove-Nazi.jpg" /></a></div><br />It turns out that Mr. Rove, AKA: Turd Blossom is a big fan of both Adolf Hitler and his Minister of Propaganda Joseph Goebbels! Rove has long admired Goebbels ability to put out all kinds of loony stories about his political enemies and make people believe it. In fact, he used Mr. Goebbels’ techniques when the Bush Administration convinced America to go to war with Iraq.<br /><br />In addition to that, Rove has made many statements to friends and colleagues over the years about how much agrees with Hitler and Goebbels visions for the world. In fact, we have gathered some things that Mr. Rove has said over the years about different groups of people.<br /><br /><b>Blacks:</b> <i>“I just don’t see any use for black folks at all. I mean, I guess maybe some blues and jazz music, but nothing else. They freaking ruined basketball. It used to be a beautiful sport of men passing, screening and running backdoor plays then laying the ball off the backboard as softly as they touched their newborn baby’s cheek. Now? They run up and down the floor so fast and dunk the ball and jump so high and people think that’s exciting? Pathetic! Basically blacks are just lazy criminals who are just sitting around looking for a government handout. Not a single one of them ever worked hard for anything they have, and that includes Obama!” </i><br /><br /><b>Latinos:</b> <i>“They do a good job mowing my lawn and keeping my flowers pretty, I’ll give them that. I’m also a big fan of Chicken Tortilla Soup which they seem to excel at making. And, they definitely can make Tacos and Burritos though. Honestly though? That’s it. If I never have to listen to another GOD-DAMN mariachi tune again it’ll be too soon. Seriously, all I think of them is how I’ll see 12 of them stuffed into a Toyota 4x4 on the highway or 27 of them living in a one bedroom apt. They live like animals!” </i><br /><br /><b>Asians:</b> <i>“They do a good job of cleaning my suits and Asian Women are HAWT! That’s it though. They pretend to not understand what I’m saying when I know they speak better English than I do. They’re scheming, back-stabbing, lying, product-and-intellectual-property-stealing little bastards! They cut in front of you in line at the market too.” </i><br /><br /><b>Jews:</b> <i>“Gass ‘em all! There will finally be jobs available to good Christians in the financial, media and entertainment world. Best of all, I won’t have to hear about that bullshit Holocaust story they made up for sympathy anymore. MY GOD I’m sick of that!” </i><br /><br />As you can see folks, Mr. Rove has a long history of saying very unfortunate and hurtful things about a number of minority groups. I know you are probably having a hard time believing that he actually said those quotes that I found on the internet. I can understand that, but let me assure you I have confirmed each of those statements with at least three separate people whom I interact with on a regular basis online and know for a fact to be quite reliable arbiters of the truth. Most of the time anyway.<br /><br />Jayman<br /><a href="mailto:Jayman3768@gmail.com">Jayman3768@gmail.com</a><br /><a href="http://www.twitter.com/jayman_iws" target="_blank">@Jayman_IWS </a><br /><br />Editor’s Note: The body of this article has 666 words, which we here at IWS World Media consider to be confirmation from God that we believe everything written here that came from our trustworthy sources to be true. God wouldn’t lie to us.<br /><br /><br />In other news you should totally listen to Matt and Jay Uncrossed on Wednesday's <a href="http://www.blogtalkradio.com/im-with-stupid" target="_blank">I'm With Stupid</a>. We talked about Mindy McCready shooting her dog, Tim Tebow being a raging bigot and Mississippi joining the 19th Century among other hilarious topics. 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Is Karl Rove a Nazi?

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28 in 28 #20: Intensities

<i>February is Book Month on A Daily Dose of Architecture. The "<a href="http://archidose.blogspot.com/search/label/28%20in%2028">28 in 28</a>" series features a different book every day of the month.</i><br /><br /><a href="http://www.papress.com/html/book.details.page.tpl?isbn=9781616890667"><b><i>Lewis.Tsurumaki.Lewis: Intensities</i></b></a> by Paul Lewis, Mark Tsurumaki, David J. Lewis<br />Princeton Architectural Press, 2013<br />Paperback, 192 pages<br /><br /><img alt="28-28_LTL.jpg" src="http://www.archidose.org/Blog/28-28_LTL.jpg" title="Book cover" /><br /><br />LTL Architects is very particular about the names of their monographs. Their first—the 21st in the Pamphlet Architecture series—is called <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1568981546/ref=as_li_qf_sp_asin_il_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=1568981546&linkCode=as2&tag=aweeklydoseof-20"><i>Situation Normal...</i></a>; it is the beginning of the acronym SNAFU (the rest is All F@*!ed Up), which describes a "normal" state where things are a little bit off (their project for a putting green/smoker's lounge on the window-washing armature of the Seagram Building is a good case in point). Ten years later they followed up with <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1568987102/ref=as_li_qf_sp_asin_il_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=1568987102&linkCode=as2&tag=aweeklydoseof-20"><i>Opportunistic Architecture</i></a>, what they describe as "a design philosophy that transforms the typically restrictive conditions of architectural practice—small budgets, awkward spaces, strict zoning—into generators of architectural innovation." Just over four years later comes <i>Intensities</i>, what they describe in the introduction as "a focused form of architectural practice ... [they] engage the pragmatics of a given project, pursuing design invention through nonlinear yet logical sequence of speculations and probes." Further, "the work that materializes is then saturated, multilayered, or otherwise demonstrative of an intensification of architecture itself."<br /><br />The compressed time frame of the newest monograph—half the time between the first two—indicates that LTL is producing and building more at a faster pace (will the next one be in two years?). Twenty projects are in the book, about half of them built. On the cover is the <a href="http://www.world-architects.com/en/projects/project-review-detail/30155_arthouse_at_the_jones_center">Arthouse at the Jones Center</a>, a renovation of a (very) old building in Austin, Texas, for a contemporary arts space; the project also ends the book, perhaps as a way to bookend the contents. The cover's photo/drawing hybrid grounds the project in their early projects that are heavy on perspective drawings, something they have not abandoned, even as they have refined the method to incorporate computers. The project also documents LTL's design and fabrication of mobile lounge furniture, harking back to the small Lower East Side eateries that they used to install themselves. So as projects have expanded in scale and frequency, and moved beyond their Manhattan locale, many things have remained constant.<br /><br />In addition to the Arthouse, the projects given the most pages are <a href="http://www.moma.org/explore/inside_out/rising-currents/ltl-architects">Water Proving Ground</a> (their contribution to MoMA's 2010 <i>Rising Currents</i> show), the <a href="http://www.archdaily.com/138268/sullivan-family-student-center-ltl-architects/">Sullivan Family Student Center</a> at the University of Wyoming (the project is anchored by a double-height topographic mural of the state, echoed in their office design for The Open Planning Project, which features shelving in the shape of Manhattan), and the <a href="http://www.american-architects.com/en/projects/project-review-detail/35593_claremont_university_consortium_administrative_campus_center">Claremont University Consortium Administrative Campus Center</a> (another renovation, one that illustrates how their skill with small interiors has been successfully carried to larger projects). Yet even projects given only a couple pages are presented with the same attention to detail as these and others. Each project reveals a consistent approach that emphasizes quality of space and detail. The equally consistent presentation that mixes photos, drawings, and words makes the book extremely rich, indicative of their talents.<br /><br /><b>US: <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1616890665/ref=as_li_qf_sp_asin_il_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=1616890665&linkCode=as2&tag=aweeklydoseof-20" target="_blank"><img alt="Buy from Amazon.com" border="0" src="http://www.archidose.org/books/buy-from-tan.gif" /></a> CA: <a href="http://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/1616890665/ref=as_li_qf_sp_asin_il_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=1616890665&linkCode=as2&tag=aweeklydoseof-20" target="_blank"><img alt="Buy from Amazon.ca" border="0" height="28" src="http://www.archidose.org/books/buy-from-tan-ca.gif" width="90" /></a> UK: <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/1616890665/ref=as_li_qf_sp_asin_il_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=1616890665&linkCode=as2&tag=aweeklydoseof-20" target="_blank"><img alt="Buy from Amazon.co.uk" border="0" height="28" src="http://www.archidose.org/books/buy-from-tan-uk.gif" width="90" /></a></b>

28 in 28 #20: Intensities

February is Book Month on A Daily Dose of Architecture. The "28 in 28" series features a different book every day of the month.Lewis.Tsurumaki.Lewis: Intensities by Paul Lewis, Mark Tsurumaki, David J. LewisPrinceton Architectural Press, 2013Paperbac…

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Food Should Taste Good Review

<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_KexN6plSXoyS05uyeSlD43W8oW9qetXyfk-w2avgJEr5NBmIGthV43LKJFi3I-UOIzFUnvpG1ObqZV5xPP0b0Cil6ti3th1Nn7jVoHmD4S8rfIfZqyOxsCZEu_f1-QS9VYnI8y8BoKI/s1600/foodshouldtastegood.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_KexN6plSXoyS05uyeSlD43W8oW9qetXyfk-w2avgJEr5NBmIGthV43LKJFi3I-UOIzFUnvpG1ObqZV5xPP0b0Cil6ti3th1Nn7jVoHmD4S8rfIfZqyOxsCZEu_f1-QS9VYnI8y8BoKI/s320/foodshouldtastegood.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">What is it that you look for when it comes to snacking on chips?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Is it the healthy ingredients, the crunch, the saltiness or a certain kind of flavor?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">These chips from <a href="http://www.foodshouldtastegood.com/">Food Should Taste Good</a> have all of that and more!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">They are so delicious, crispy, bit salty and the flavor is outrageously good.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Did I mention they are addicting?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">They are great dipped in salsa or right out of the bag!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">They offer a wide variety of flavors ranging from multi grain to kettle.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">They even have crackers!</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Facts:</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Gluten free</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">zero grams trans fat</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">cholesterol free</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">kosher certified</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I was sent these amazing chips for review and wow they are tasty.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><u><br /></u></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><u>Multi Grain:</u></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Offers a great crispy nutty flavor.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So delicious.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Love the taste and the crunch you get when you bite into them!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sprinkle some cheese on top and make some nachos!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Add salsa, black beans and sour cream if your feeling a little festive!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Keep in mind I haven't tried all of the flavors yet I was sent to review.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><u>Lime:</u></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><u style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Blue Corn:</u><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><u><br /></u></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><u>Original Sweet Potato:</u></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><u>Their kettle cooked flavors are:</u></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">salt and pepper sweet potato</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">barbecue sweet potato</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">salt and vinegar sweet potato</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">original sweet potato</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><u>Tortilla Chips:</u></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><u><br /></u></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Blue corn</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">hemp</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">blue corn dipping chips</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">olive</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">the works</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">lime</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">white cheddar</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">toasted sesame</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">kettle corn</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">chocolate</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">cantina</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">hatch chile</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">kimchi</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">and</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">cheddar</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Want to check them out online!?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.foodshouldtastegood.com/">http://www.foodshouldtastegood.com/</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/FoodShouldTasteGood">https://www.facebook.com/FoodShouldTasteGood</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><a href="https://twitter.com/FSTG_Chips">https://twitter.com/FSTG_Chips</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a 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Food Should Taste Good Review

What is it that you look for when it comes to snacking on chips?Is it the healthy ingredients, the crunch, the saltiness or a certain kind of flavor?These chips from Food Should Taste Good have all of that and more!They are so delicious, crispy, bit …

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Providing better care for seniors in Ontario - caregiverexchange.ca

<base href="data:"><div style="color: black; text-align: left; "><div style="color: black; text-align: left; "><table class="blogTable" style="width: 428px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-variant: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 17px; orphans: 2; text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; position: static; z-index: auto; "><tbody><tr><td colspan="2"><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'Helvetica Neue'">Keeping <a target="_blank" href="http://www.thehealthline.ca/listCategories.aspx?id=10019" style="color: rgb(15, 93, 169); text-decoration: underline; ">seniors</a> living healthy and happy at home takes hard work, initiative and support, especially for those who are caregivers. How can we better care and choices for Ontario'aging population, as well as keep them active and engaged in their communities?<br><br>The Ontario government recently addressed these issues with the "<a target="_blank" temp_href="Dr. Sinha's recommendations from Living Longer, Living Well" href="http://www.caregiverexchange.ca/Dr.%20Sinha%E2%80%99s%20recommendations%20from%20Living%20Longer,%20Living%20Well" style="color: rgb(15, 93, 169); text-decoration: underline; ">Living Longer, Living Well</a>" report as part of Ontario's "<a target="_blank" temp_href="Ontario's Action Plan for Seniors" href="http://www.caregiverexchange.ca/Ontario's%20Action%20Plan%20for%20Seniors" style="color: rgb(15, 93, 169); text-decoration: underline; ">Action Plan for Seniors</a>." The report looked at how to provide seniors with better access to health care, resources and safety, including matching them with primary care providers.<br><br><a target="_blank" href="http://www.thehealthline.ca/displayArticle.aspx?id=21331" style="color: rgb(15, 93, 169); text-decoration: underline; ">Dr. Samir Sinha</a>, director of geriatrics at Mount Sinai Hospital and the University Health Network Hospitals, presented the report on January 15, 2013--the result of research in 19 Ontario communities with more than 5,000 seniors and 2,500 care providers.<br><br>Keeping Ontario seniors at home:<br><br>The report recommended providing more home care services by expanding personal support worker services through community support agencies, creating and promoting more information and resources for seniors, enhancing elder abuse prevention training and implementing a wandering prevention program for those living with Alzheimer's and dementia. <br><br>"This report summarizes what I heard from thousands of Ontarians on how we can provide better care for our elders," said Sinha "...and make Ontario the best place to grow up and grow old."<br><br>(Click <a target="_blank" href="http://www.thehealthline.ca/listCategories.aspx?id=10012" style="color: rgb(15, 93, 169); text-decoration: underline; ">here</a> for information about home care and assisted living services available in the South West.) <br><br>Providing support for caregivers:<br><br>According to the report, Ontario residents are living longer and with less chronic illnesses or disabilities, but a lot of in-home care is still provided by unpaid caregivers, which can also take a toll on caregiver's health. Seniors, caregivers and families said they want more access to information and services, as well as support. <br><br>The report states: "All Ontarians stand to benefit when caregivers can be supported with information and access to a range of supports which will allow them to continue assisting those they care about."<br><br>(Click <a target="_blank" href="http://www.thehealthline.ca/listServices.aspx?id=10164" style="color: rgb(15, 93, 169); text-decoration: underline; ">here</a> to learn about Care for the Caregiver resources available in the South West.)<br><br>Facts on Ontario's aging population:<br><br>•    Ontario's 1.9 million seniors make up 14.6 per cent of Ontario's population and account for nearly half of its current health care spending.<br>•    The number of Ontarians age 65 and older is expected to double over the next 20 years.<br>•    In 2011, there were 1,878,325 Ontario residents aged 65 years and older, representing 14.6 per cent of the province's overall population<br>•    By 2017, Ontario will be home to more people over 65 than children under 15.<br><br>More information:<br></font><ul><li><a target="_blank" href="http://news.ontario.ca/oss/en/2013/01/ontarios-action-plan-for-seniors.html" style="color: rgb(15, 93, 169); text-decoration: underline; "><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'Helvetica Neue'">Ontario's Action Plan for Seniors</font></a></li><li><a target="_blank" href="http://www.health.gov.on.ca/en/ms/ecfa/healthy_change/docs/rep_healthychange.pdf" style="color: rgb(15, 93, 169); text-decoration: underline; "><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'Helvetica Neue'">Read Ontario's Action Plan for Health Care</font></a></li><li><a target="_blank" href="http://www.health.gov.on.ca/en/common/ministry/publications/reports/seniors_strategy/docs/seniors_strategy.pdf" style="color: rgb(15, 93, 169); text-decoration: underline; "><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'Helvetica Neue'">Dr. Sinha's recommendations from Living Longer, Living Well</font></a></li></ul></td></tr></tbody></table><div><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'Helvetica Neue'"><br></font></div></div><a href="http://www.caregiverexchange.ca/blog_comments.aspx?id=524"><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'Helvetica Neue'">http://www.caregiverexchange.ca/blog_comments.aspx?id=524</font></a></div><div><br></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 14px; color: black; text-align: left; "></div>

Providing better care for seniors in Ontario - caregiverexchange.ca

Keeping seniors living healthy and happy at home takes hard work, initiative and support, especially for those who are caregivers. How can we better care and choices for Ontario'aging population, as well as keep them active and engaged in their commu…

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Ontario's Senior Strategy - The Agenda with Steve Paikin (Audio) - CastRoller

After extensive consultations with 5,000 Ontario seniors, 2,500 stakeholders and more than 1,000 caregivers, the Ministry of Health and Long Term Care has released its "Living Longer, Living Well" report which looks to redefine care for Ontario's aging population. Expert lead and geriatrician Dr. Samir Sinha and Ontario Minister of Health Deb Matthews join Steve Paikin for an in-depth look at the strategy and which of its 169 recommendations the current provincial government will be acting upon.<br /><br><br /><br><a href="http://castroller.com/podcasts/TheAgendaWith/3373685">http://castroller.com/podcasts/TheAgendaWith/3373685</a>

Ontario's Senior Strategy - The Agenda with Steve Paikin (Audio) - CastRoller

After extensive consultations with 5,000 Ontario seniors, 2,500 stakeholders and more than 1,000 caregivers, the Ministry of Health and Long Term Care has released its "Living Longer, Living Well" report which looks to redefine care for Ontario's agi…

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What Is Life Like After a Cochlear Implant for a Person Born Deaf? - Slate

<base href="data:"><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 14px; color: black; text-align: left; "><div class="text parbase section" style="margin: 1.5em 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 18px; orphans: 2; text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; "><p style="margin: 0px 0px 1.25em; padding: 0px; border: 0px; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 1.5em; "><em style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font-style: italic; "><a href="https://www.quora.com/What-is-life-like-after-a-cochlear-implant-bionic-ear-for-a-person-born-deaf/" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 153); text-decoration: underline; outline: none; ">This question</a> originally appeared on <a href="http://www.quora.com/" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 153); text-decoration: none; ">Quora</a>.</em><br><strong style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: bold; "><br>Answer by <a href="https://www.quora.com/Cristina-Hartmann" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 153); text-decoration: none; ">Cristina Hartmann</a>, writer:</strong></p></div><div class="text parbase section" style="margin: 1.5em 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 18px; orphans: 2; text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; "><p style="margin: 0px 0px 1.25em; padding: 0px; border: 0px; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 1.5em; ">Well, this is a tough question for me since I've lived far more years with a cochlear implant (CI) than without.</p></div><div class="text parbase section" style="margin: 1.5em 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 18px; orphans: 2; text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; "><p style="margin: 0px 0px 1.25em; padding: 0px; border: 0px; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 1.5em; ">In 1991, I was one of the first 500 children to get a CI after FDA approval of pediatric CIs. I was 6 years old.</p></div><div class="text parbase section" style="margin: 1.5em 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 18px; orphans: 2; text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; "><p style="margin: 0px 0px 1.25em; padding: 0px; border: 0px; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 1.5em; ">A few months prior, my mother had asked me if I wanted to hear. I said yes at once since I wanted to know what the fuss was all about. As my mom explained the operation to me, I got this sense that it'd be magic. (OK, I wasn't a bright 6-year-old.)</p></div><div class="text parbase section" style="margin: 1.5em 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 18px; orphans: 2; text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; "><p style="margin: 0px 0px 1.25em; padding: 0px; border: 0px; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 1.5em; ">Well, the magic consisted of me being wheeled into an overbright operating room, chilly from only wearing a thin gown. A few moments later, someone put a mask up to my face. The sour, musky gas put me to sleep almost immediately.</p></div><div class="text parbase section" style="margin: 1.5em 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 18px; orphans: 2; text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; "><p style="margin: 0px 0px 1.25em; padding: 0px; border: 0px; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 1.5em; ">I woke up a few hours later with a huge bandage around my head. I stayed in a hospital in New York City (my family was in upstate New York) having a great time with other patients. I stayed home for more than a month, since back then, the incisions were rather large and kept bleeding.<br><br>When I turned on the implant about a month and half after surgery, I ran down the hall, screaming. I expected that I would be able to hear instantaneously. That proved not to be the case.<br><br>You see, if you never heard before, any unfamiliar sensation feels like pain. I stood at the end of the hallway, half-aghast, half-sobbing since all I felt was pain, and I didn't hear anything.<br><br>A few hours later, I heard my first sound—at least what I thought was sound—a motorcycle starting on the street outside of the hospital. I was not impressed.<br><br>It took me two years of speech therapy to follow a simple spoken sentence. It took me another two or three years to speak intelligibly. Another few years passed before I was confident enough to speak in public. Altogether, I underwent 10 years of speech therapy (daily sessions for the first few years, and then it petered out to weekly sessions once I was 13). If a child gets an implant quite young, such as at age 1, the process is far easier than it was for me.<br><br>I remember the first thing I ordered just using my voice. It was a soft-serve ice cream cone at Wendy's at a mall near my house. I was so proud of myself, seeing my hard work pay off (an added bonus was that I paid for the ice cream with my own money). I was around 9 and that, to this day, was the best ice cream cone that I've ever had.<br><br>Today, 22 years later, I use spoken English as my primary mode of communication in everyday things. I still use ASL whenever I chance upon a deaf person. I have, however, stayed mostly within the hearing world in the last few years.<br><br>Sometimes, I think back to one of the questions that I asked my mom before I got my CI. I asked her if I would be deaf or hearing. She told me that I'd be both. I don't think that's true. I'm neither deaf nor hearing. I don't sign as often anymore, but I don't speak or hear well enough to be like hearing people.<br><br>Getting a CI changed the course of my life. Before I had the CI, I was well on my way on becoming an integral, perhaps a little isolationist, member of the deaf community. I used only ASL and didn't speak a word. Left to my own devices, I probably would've gone to a deaf college, not a hearing college. Who knows where I would be today?</p></div><div class="text parbase section" style="margin: 1.5em 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 18px; orphans: 2; text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; "><p style="margin: 0px 0px 1.25em; padding: 0px; border: 0px; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 1.5em; ">Not much changed immediately after my CI surgery. I still went to the deaf program in my district. I still used ASL every day. Over the years, things changed. my deaf friends, who were my closest friends, started to make fun of me and my CI, calling me a "robot" and "freak." All of this took place during the height of deaf opposition to CIs in children. Even though today, I get very few comments, I still remember how lonely these taunts made me feel. From the age of 8, I felt very much alone. Fortunately, this doesn't happen as often within the deaf community anymore, but I got some of the worst of the backlash.</p></div><div class="text parbase section" style="margin: 1.5em 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 18px; orphans: 2; text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; "><p style="margin: 0px 0px 1.25em; padding: 0px; border: 0px; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 1.5em; ">Sometimes, despite myself, I miss these silent years. I'll spend a day (a day when I don't really need to interact with anyone hearing) with my CI off and luxuriate in the silence. After a while, the real world intervenes and I turn my CI back on.</p></div><div class="text parbase section" style="margin: 1.5em 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 18px; orphans: 2; text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; "><p style="margin: 0px 0px 1.25em; padding: 0px; border: 0px; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 1.5em; ">So, to answer your question, getting a CI changed my life for the better and for the worse. Worlds of opportunities opened up for me, but I lost an identity.</p></div></div><a href="http://www.slate.com/blogs/quora/2013/02/19/what_is_life_like_after_a_cochlear_implant_for_a_person_born_deaf.html?wpisrc=newsletter_jcr:content">http://www.slate.com/blogs/quora/2013/02/19/what_is_life_like_after_a_cochlear_implant_for_a_person_born_deaf.html?wpisrc=newsletter_jcr:content</a><div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 14px; color: black; text-align: left; "><br class="webkit-block-placeholder"></div>

What Is Life Like After a Cochlear Implant for a Person Born Deaf? - Slate

This question originally appeared on Quora.Answer by Cristina Hartmann, writer:Well, this is a tough question for me since I've lived far more years with a cochlear implant (CI) than without.In 1991, I was one of the first 500 children to get a CI af…

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Children’s Librarian - Henry Carter Hull Library, Clinton

<strong>Children’s Librarian -</strong> <strong><span style="color: #48286d;">Henry Carter Hull Library</span></strong>, Clinton. Full Time. Are you ready to take library service to children and their families to its most creative levels? The nationally-ranked Henry Carter Hull Library is seeking you, an innovative, energetic Children’s Librarian to manage its award-winning Children’s Department. Your understanding of child development allows you to engage with children easily and meaningfully. Your warmth makes kids and their caregivers regard the library as their second home. Your knowledge of children’s literature is vast. You can develop and maintain a collection that excites kids of varying abilities and interests. You take pride in your ability to match a child’s needs to exactly the right book and can’t wait for the discussion that follows. You thrive in planning programs and learning opportunities for infants to tweens. As a life-long learner yourself, you actively seek ways to introduce youngsters to unique and valuable knowledge and skills. You adore new technologies, and as a natural teacher, you eagerly share all the new innovations. You are a marketing genius at promoting library programs; your outreach brings in new users daily. You value open communication, collaboration and team-work. You are famous for how clearly you keep everyone “in the loop”, for making the first call to a potential town partner, and the smooth interaction you have with your co-workers. And it won’t take you long to realize that the 6 staff members in the Children’s Room are the most hardworking and delightful people you’ve ever met and the Director supports unequivocally your ideas and willingness to take risks. In fact, the entire staff at HCH Library shares the core values you treasure: a passion for library service, the power of a positive attitude and compassion for our patrons. Qualifications: You have a Master's Degree in Library Science from an accredited college or university plus three years experience in children’s library service, including one year as a supervisor. Compensation: Your salary will be dependent on your qualifications and includes full benefits. Submit a letter of interest, resume, and three professional references with contact information via email attachment to <a _fcksavedurl="mailto:maribeth@hchlibrary.org" href="mailto:maribeth@hchlibrary.org">maribeth@hchlibrary.org</a>. The position has an intended start date of mid-April, 2013.

Children’s Librarian - Henry Carter Hull Library, Clinton

Children’s Librarian - Henry Carter Hull Library, Clinton. Full Time. Are you ready to take library service to children and their families to its most creative levels? The nationally-ranked Henry Carter Hull Library is seeking you, an innovative, e…

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This Is How You Healthcare: American Death In London - Not Safe For Work Corporation

LONDON, UK: It's just after 9.30pm on a Tuesday in the intensive care unit of a hospital in south-west London. A vast spaceship dashboard of drug delivery systems is silent, monitors displaying the word 'Privacy'. I sit by the foot of the bed while the other four crowd around the top. An empty bottle of scotch is propped in the sheets that cover the stricken, thin form of my father, along with a crucifix on a chain and a Dr Seuss book. I gradually become aware that he has died.<br /><br><br /><br>My father's de facto nephew Charlie, a boisterous Irish lad in his mid-twenties, starts up a Hail Mary over the body of an atheist of Jewish extraction as if it might push life back into him. My aunt weeps. My half-sister in a red woolly hat, herself on six different types of medication, is on the phone to her mother, brightly telling her what she had for dinner. (It was stuffed aubergine.)<br /><br><br /><br>Charlie's younger brother Tommy, a sweet skinny boy of 20 who I last saw when he was an six-year-old potential serial killer, dissolves into my arms, sobbing. Positively radiating serenity, I stroke his head and let his grief wash over me. I have a headache from the scotch we've all been sneaking around the bed. I hate scotch. It was Bill's drink. It was Charlie's idea. I look at my father's body. He looks very dead, but then he has looked dead to me this last week, from the first time I saw him crumpled in the sheets, plastic tendrils curling from his head, one green eye stuck half-open.<br /><br><br /><br>I am quite aware as this is happening that it probably represents the single biggest headfuck and heartfuck of my life, and also that if it were happening in the US, the place of my father's birth, it would probably be considerably worse.<br /><br><br /><br>In the UK, we treat any old fucker for free. This is why that is important.<br /><br><br /><br>* * * *<br /><br><br /><br>The place of Bill's death is a foundation hospital, not directed by the government. It's a beautiful building, with open corridors around a vast central atrium filled with natural light and dotted with sculptures and fish tanks. You can't get lost in it, nor can you feel that antiseptic claustrophobia you get in hospitals.<br /><br><br /><br>The tax-funded UK National Health Service is now 65 years old. Foreign nationals get free treatment when they've been here for a year or otherwise have legal residency. A San Francisco native, Bill rocked up and made a home for himself in London in 1976. Since then he's had three (count 'em) artificial hips and been treated for cancer of the larynx, and is now spending his final week in intensive care. When I saw him last year for the first time in ten years, to interview him about the election for NSFWCORP, he mused on how much this country has shelled out to keep him upright: "Oh man, if you were to add up what the NHS has spent on me, it's phenomenal."<br /><br><br /><br>He was a charming, damaged, charismatic, fiercely intelligent, dissolute individual, who lived entirely on his own terms. As a professional gambler, it is unlikely he paid much if any tax in 37 years. He had no will, no funeral plan. He never did fill out the forms necessary to vote in the last election, or the one before that, as I discovered. He just hated forms. I could sympathise. Had he stayed in the US, it is – how you say – dollars to doughnuts he wouldn't have got it together to fill out the forms, and would have had no health insurance. He considered the US system "absolutely unmanageable".<br /><br><br /><br>* * * *<br /><br><br /><br>Bill goes into hospital on Tuesday complaining of dizziness and disorientation. We talk briefly on the phone and he sounds chipper as a chip. Some little heart arrhythmia thing, chest infection, in overnight for observation, no biggie. By Thursday he has plummeted into the subterranean limbo of the gravely ill, having most likely suffered a heart attack. He is being hauled from acute assessment up to the ICU.<br /><br><br /><br>Thursday afternoon I sit by his bed. Talk to him, say the nurses, he can probably hear you. With this type of sedation, the hearing is the last thing to go and the first to come back. I try. Hi, Bill. An inveterate gasbag, I find I've got nothing. I am accustomed to showers of aphorisms and miles of monologue from him. There's nothing to respond to.<br /><br><br /><br>An hour by a bed in the ICU is long. I bring some Vonnegut to read to him – I figure it's the sort of thing he might go for. I don't even open it. I just sit.<br /><br><br /><br>Late in the evening the doctor comes to talk to me. I'm the only one here so far. The friend who brought him in has yet to return, my aunt is on her way from Washington.<br /><br><br /><br>Bill's heart is fucked, hammering away at 150, 160, and it's fucked everything else. The kidneys are fucked. The liver is fucked. This could go on for days or weeks, the doctor says: "But my feeling is that he will pass away tonight."<br /><br><br /><br>So this is how it ends. I had always figured this fighty bastard – whose own father died two months ago almost to the day, aged 96 – was impervious to the usual quotidian sources of bodily doom. He beat cancer, shrugged off booze, swore that "when they come for me, which they will, I'll get 'em with my stick". When he goes, of course he's going down a manhole, under a Mercedes driven by a coked-up supermodel, into the belly of an escaped jaguar.<br /><br><br /><br>I'm prepared for this. I am sad, but ready. The distance from absence to departure doesn't seem so far, and it sucks, but it's OK. I go to bed in the small, snug visitors' room – the existence of which amazes me – in assurance they will wake me when it's time. Next morning he's still there. He will cling on for five more days. The notices will say 'a short illness', but they don't give any sense of how long and hard that can be.<br /><br><br /><br>* * * *<br /><br><br /><br>So after I thought it would end, it starts. There are many phone calls. There is sitting about. There is eating. There is talking and sleeping and a lot of drinking. There is comfort and joy. There is wartime intimacy with people I have met perhaps twice or haven't seen in 20 years. There is a sudden, completely different way of being.<br /><br><br /><br>Occasionally I sit by Bill's bed. I don't do small talk even when people are awake, and wittering away to an unconscious form seems too much like praying – addressing a presence you can be almost certain is not there. The return signal, the connection which was only ever faint and intermittent, is offline. There are only the formal, idiot bips of the monitors.<br /><br><br /><br>I'm not about to do any big talk either. I'm not going to say things I don't mean. He would not hold with any sentimental bullshit, and nothing remains unresolved. I told him ten years ago that he hadn't been the best parent, and his eyes flashed with momentary outrage, and then he nodded meekly. This tiny gesture represented a huge leap of humility and contrition for him, and I appreciated it as such, and always will.<br /><br><br /><br>This, and the fact that he taught me to catch ice-cream drips when I was four, and that he was a lonely old man who was overjoyed to see me a few months ago, who left a string of witty and sweetly anxious voice messages when I flew back from New York just after November's storm ("I'm a little concerned – how are you where are you when are you? Do I have to send the boy scouts out after you?"): these things have brought me here and kept me here. A sense of duty and basic humanity, some fondness and respect, and the desire not to brutally ditch vulnerable friends and relatives and have to live with the idea of myself as a cold-hearted cunt – I mean, I'm not, and I wouldn't – are what will keep me here after today.<br /><br><br /><br>But it will be hard. Processing what is going on, what has gone on, what could happen, and adopting this role and living up to it – that's going to take everything and possibly more. I can see it.<br /><br><br /><br>There's nothing to say, so I say nothing. I put my hand over his hand for a bit. The skin is cool. It feels like a small lamb joint. I feel ridiculous. I feel ridiculous.<br /><br><br /><br>* * * *<br /><br><br /><br>This is life in hospital. Within 24 hours, it seems like all there is. You detach and float away from yourself. You start to alter. You start drinking coffee for the first time in years. You can't think. Exhaustion makes a moron of you. It is a place where intelligent adults sit around trying to figure out the simplest things – dinner plans, medical minutiae that don't really mean anything and that you can't control anyway, how to use a mobile phone – and if you wait a few minutes, the original unanswered stupid question that kicked off the whole sorry bollocks will carousel around again, grinning like a peeling painted horse.<br /><br><br /><br>You experience periods of blissful calm, explosions of fury and anxiety, tremendous impulses to behave badly in the face of disgusting boredom. You max out, faster than you thought you could. You feel useless to yourself and everyone else, except for when you feel so exactingly in control you could fly a plane. You can't tie your shoes. You can't spell 'shoe'. You can't fill out forms. You can't think. You don't know what money is. You can't.<br /><br><br /><br>* * * *<br /><br><br /><br>One of the registrars presents with a comedic instance of medical nominative determinism. He might as well be called Andrew Bedpan. He is the kind of hearty-cute that makes me want to get to know him under other circumstances. For now, I just grin. I grin helplessly when I try to look at him. He tells me terrible things about Bill's condition – hovering between grievous and hopeless – in a sympathetic tone. I grin. I apologise for grinning. Bedpan is cool. He probably gets it a lot.<br /><br><br /><br>* * * *<br /><br><br /><br>The nurses, all casually wonderful, call him William. Everyone else calls him Billy.<br /><br><br /><br>The doctors are amazing. They are frank, they are kind, they are judicious. They negotiate the treatment of an almost-lost cause deftly and delicately, endlessly tweaking dosages, consulting, tweaking, considering. They operate within uneven medical and ethical restrictions, balancing responsibilities, managing expectations. They respect life and death equally, and they allow death to take over the second they see that inducing life to continue would be abominable.<br /><br><br /><br>He is obviously very tough, says the doctor. At this point Bill's heart is only functioning at 10 percent. They are going to step down the drugs – adrenaline, noradrenaline, and something they rarely use that sounds like 'leaveusaminute', much to my amusement – and see if he responds. See if he rises to the challenge of continuing to exist. If he doesn't, "we're not going to jump up and down on his chest".<br /><br><br /><br>Bill's older daughter is here. She asks the doctor if Bill can dream. A great question. The doctor says most likely yes.<br /><br><br /><br>I dream, myself, about a blue whale in a vast tank. It is the biggest thing there has ever been.<br /><br><br /><br>* * * *<br /><br><br /><br>The main things that keep me sane are the airy beauty and peacefulness of the hospital building, messages from friends and family far away on earth, the mundane magnificence of the staff: and the knowledge that all of this is free and taken care of and I do not have to fill in a single fuckforsaken form or bust one precious braincell worrying about how I might have to find money to pay for the futile care of my dying deadbeat dad.<br /><br><br /><br>I return to this miraculous fact many times a day, in exactly the same way that I return often to the little visitors' bedroom, lock the door and curl up on the bed. The knowledge soothes me like clean sheets and heat.<br /><br><br /><br>Imagine, I think in the middle of the night. Imagine if I had to worry about that stuff. With what, exactly, would I worry about it?<br /><br><br /><br>* * * *<br /><br><br /><br>Day whatever in the ICU. Things change minutely. The position of tubes. Numbers and percentages. The shimmying dots of moisture in the breathing tube. The delicate dance of side-effects and counter-effects.<br /><br><br /><br>Blood swirls precisely around the dialysis machine. Bags of fluid hang like inert jellyfish. The green numbers show 167, 168.<br /><br><br /><br>You look tired, says the nurse. I do. I am. Have some toast. I decline politely. She badgers me. Go on, just one slice.<br /><br><br /><br>Tea appears. Sorry, it's NHS tea, it's awful. Get out from here, it is delicious. Two slices of toast follow. Little airline pods of butter, and jam. AND JAM.<br /><br><br /><br>Bedpan materialises. Hey, Bedpan. Those scrubs really bring out your eyes. He asks me how I am. I am drunk on jam, is how I am. I beam at him over the artificially inflating ribcage of the man who gave me life and then mostly left me to it, and then I swig tea.<br /><br><br /><br>"They ask how I am," said Bill that one time, "and they give me the jam." He was very funny.<br /><br><br /><br>Bill coughs once. His whole torso seems to lurch. For a moment I think he is going to spring off the bed and ask all assembled what the fuck.<br /><br><br /><br>* * * *<br /><br><br /><br>This is how you healthcare. It's care of those clinging to life and care of those spinning and reeling in their orbit, struggling to adapt to life in a new airless atmosphere, a place with its own physics. There's no division. At one end, there is a malfunctioning heart, so you give it the right dose of the right drugs. At the other end is an exhausted relative, so you give her toast.<br /><br><br /><br>By now I am convinced that the NHS – and I hyperbolise, but only slightly – is the greatest achievement of humankind, the nearest we get to a benevolent deity, a goddamn superhero. It is an imperfect manifestation of a beautiful ideal – free care based on need, free care for all, without judgement, without reservation.<br /><br><br /><br>However long this goes on for, they'll continue throwing resources at this individual and never show a single sheet of figures to any of his relatives. Not because they'll get anything back, but because this is what the NHS does. It's free care for throat cancer sufferers who only gave up smoking four years afterwards, for drinkers who were told 35 years ago that if they didn't quit drinking they'd die. Free care for American immigrants, for jerks and gents. Free care for parents whether they showed up or not. Free care for guys who tried to try. Free care for the only father I will ever have.<br /><br><br /><br>* * * *<br /><br><br /><br>With 21 hours of Bill's life left, though as far as we know he might still be here in March, I get home at midnight to find my dog staggering as if drunk, getting up and crashing to the floor again, one eye twitching madly. At first it appears that the dog has swallowed some meds that fell out of Bill's overnight bag, which I'd brought home (no PJs in the ICU). My absentee father's final gift to me is to kill my dog from his own deathbed. I have hardly spent a week without my dog in nearly a decade. I have probably spent no more than a month in the conscious presence of my dad in my entire life (I don't think my first year or this last week count).<br /><br><br /><br>This is when I lose my shit completely.<br /><br><br /><br>It transpires the dog has had a kind of canine stroke, a complete coincidence. The dog has health insurance, making him better off than 15.7 percent of Americans at last count. His own hospital stay is covered. This enables me to recoup just enough of my shit to stay in the game and not just tell everything to go fuck itself because fuck it.<br /><br><br /><br>As soon as the vet rings off, my aunt calls. They are withdrawing the drugs at last because there is nowhere else to go. It is time to say bye bye to Bill.<br /><br><br /><br>* * * *<br /><br><br /><br>Bill's breathing, aided by ventilator, quickens after I arrive. It may be because he wants to say something, says a new nurse. Tell him you're going to be OK. I literally cannot comprehend what she has just said to me. I say nothing.<br /><br><br /><br>Everyone gathers. Paraphernalia accumulates. Drink is taken. For a time it's just me and Bill and the boys. Charlie sighs and I hear hope bolt through his mouth like a greyhound out of a trap. "Come on, wake up, Billy," he says, tearfully. He must be saying this to himself, but if Bill really can hear I don't want him to worry that anything is expected of him.<br /><br><br /><br>I lean towards the bed. "Bill," I say, "don't listen to these boys. You do what you have to do."<br /><br><br /><br>There's a slightly shocked silence, some of it my own, but they defer to me. I'm the next of goddamn kin for chrissakes. I'm kind of a big deal around this bed. Surely the old sod would be proud.<br /><br><br /><br>* * * *<br /><br><br /><br>Bill dies of heart failure, his skin the colour of sand, his mouth open. One of his tear ducts leaks, because none of this is dramatic or absurd or unbelievable enough.<br /><br><br /><br>Tommy cries and cries onto my shoulder. "That's your old man," he bawls. Yes, it is. The nurses start gently removing tubes. Charlie babbles about making him look nice please, starts trying to get Bill's mouth closed. The monitors display 'Standby'. Standby. I feel nothing. I feel something.<br /><br><br /><br>* * * *<br /><br><br /><br>Whatever Bill meant to me as a person – and I still don't quite know how that tune goes – I was overwhelmed with awe and gratitude at the infinite care and gentleness shown him (as well as us) as a human being by the health care system of this country. It is nothing less than life-affirming.<br /><br><br /><br>I cannot imagine how any civilised country could do better. I cannot see how any country can be truly civilised without it. If my family and I had had to deal with the vagaries of insurance, forms, debt, extra disaster or extra anything, I suspect we would have proceeded directly to becoming burdens on the system ourselves.<br /><br><br /><br><a href="https://www.nsfwcorp.com/dispatch/this-is-how-you-healthcare">https://www.nsfwcorp.com/dispatch/this-is-how-you-healthcare</a>

This Is How You Healthcare: American Death In London - Not Safe For Work Corporation

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Putting My Career Transition on Hold

<br />The other part of my not wanting children surrounds my career.  I'm pursuing a new field of work, and the time it's going to take me to accomplish this goal is unknown at this point.  What I do know is that it would've been a whole lot easier doing this without a child in the picture.  Now, I just worry that I'll ever be able to finish at all!<br /><br />Since 2010, I have been pursuing a second degree to become a nurse.   I've already covered a lot of ground in this area, but I have a lot more left to go.  I was excited to start at a new school in Fall 2012 and was highly motivated about getting my remaining courses knocked out.  Then about 2 months into the semester I not only found out about being pregnant, but I was dealing with all day sickness.  It was so hard to concentrate on school and devote the same level of time to studying that I was previously used to.  I even failed an exam, which I had never done in all of my college career.  I was able to finish the semester and pass my class, but I decided against signing up for the Spring.  I was so stressed out last semester, I knew there was no way I could combat another one, especially not knowing if/when the sickness would end.  I am honestly happy I've taken this semester off, but it was still a tough decision knowing I'd be setting my career dreams off even longer. <br /><br />I know that plenty of parents out there are pursuing degrees and making it work.  Still, my thoughts have always been why stress yourself out anymore than necessary?  I am very desperate to make a career change because I hate my job so much right now.  Thinking about having to stay in this field any longer depresses me.  Still, I will now have another life I'm responsible for and I know I will have to do what it takes to provide for this child. <br /><br />Some of my other reasons for not wanting to having children include the financial burdens and constraints, not wanting to give up my freedom, losing "Joel and me" time, fear of being a bad parent, fear of bringing a human into this world that seems less than ideal right now, etc etc.   There are others but that is the gist.<br />

Baby Busbee Putting My Career Transition on Hold

The other part of my not wanting children surrounds my career.  I'm pursuing a new field of work, and the time it's going to take me to accomplish this goal is unknown at this point.  What I do know is that it would've been a whole lot easier doing t…

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CMBA Blogathon: Nightmare Alley (1947)

<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimRAU20qRuGZwutS5FuY9g4kA_SquIIeT6uIBcZcONQInSblh9FI5JLppIBwuBx25Dk59_IjHzyFSEEYSQOVidjaIP-aY1Sxu3rIzwvdxLBhkNEXLrKYxrs91RFSasSmS7EnPjeONQHvg/s1600/Guy+Budziak+woodcut_opt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimRAU20qRuGZwutS5FuY9g4kA_SquIIeT6uIBcZcONQInSblh9FI5JLppIBwuBx25Dk59_IjHzyFSEEYSQOVidjaIP-aY1Sxu3rIzwvdxLBhkNEXLrKYxrs91RFSasSmS7EnPjeONQHvg/s1600/Guy+Budziak+woodcut_opt.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Woodcut print by <b><a href="http://www.filmnoirwoodcuts.com/index.html"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Guy Budziak</span></a></b></span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Coney Island's first so-called "freak show" opened in 1880, but the heyday of its sideshow attractions began nearly 25 years later when Samuel W. Gumpertz opened "Lilliputia" at Dreamland, one of the site's three major amusement parks. Wildly popular with tourists, "Lilliputia" was a miniature city scaled to accommodate its 300 midget and dwarf residents. When Dreamland burned in 1911, Gumpertz built the Dreamland Circus Sideshow and </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">traveled the world constantly seeking "freaks" (usually those with congenital anomalies) and people from exotic lands (Filipino blowgun shooters, actual "wild men" from Borneo, Ubangi women with plated lips) for his shows.<span style="font-size: small;"> In no time Gumpertz would have competition from The World<span style="font-size: small;"> <span style="font-size: small;">Circus Freak Show<span style="font-size: small;">, Wonderland Circus Sideshow and other copy-cat venues large and small.</span></span></span></span></span></span><br /><a name='more'></a><br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqHrjXMQxO0M92HdGVUcl-yJv5upb4M5TO8BkFwJmmzG4mClO9xLDC6hqQUIsVjGjtIOoxf2wxDUfa5AMFEM2YsU1vSADWwrKZqFvDTlWKw6oMYEj9NNkdMU4u2_KYtvJegGjFzUK5DTs/s1600/geek+show_opt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="227" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqHrjXMQxO0M92HdGVUcl-yJv5upb4M5TO8BkFwJmmzG4mClO9xLDC6hqQUIsVjGjtIOoxf2wxDUfa5AMFEM2YsU1vSADWwrKZqFvDTlWKw6oMYEj9NNkdMU4u2_KYtvJegGjFzUK5DTs/s320/geek+show_opt.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Geek show, <i>Nightmare Alley</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">During Coney Island's peak, its bizarre sideshow attractions drew great crowds<span style="font-size: small;">. Naturally, young <span style="font-size: small;">people were especially awed by the incredible "human oddities" on display. One boy, whose family had recently moved to Brooklyn, became enthralled with these freak attractions. He haunted the sideshows and reportedly held a job on the midway for a while. His name was William Lindsay Gresham and he was born in Baltimore in 1909. His family had moved from Baltimore to Massachusetts in 1916 before coming to New York<span style="font-size: small;"> and, for most of his life, Gresham would live in New York. He worked as a reporter after high<span style="font-size: small;"> school and for a time made a living in Greenwich <span style="font-size: small;">Village as a folk singer. In the late '30s he served in the Spanish Civil War, fighting the good fight <span style="font-size: small;">against Franco<span style="font-size: small;">. While in Spain he met a fellow American who regaled him with memories of life on the carnival circuit. It was through this man, 'Doc' Halliday, that William Lindsay Gresham learned all about 'carny culture' and first heard of the sideshow act known as 'the geek.' Halliday's description of this creature, a man who crawled around in filth and bit the heads from live chickens and snakes for booze money, revolted and intrigued Gresham. He could not get the image out of his head and later said, "to get rid of it, I had to write it out."</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">  </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8cdvLuQufjLrZ7AigJMCjmCoM-vYUt54ub2hO305PONMNwcjZfUvLXzQk12sJ1pdpKiCdAjQfeLtNvfNFcWR8yKKtPQAAlAdsLHW1R8Qu84W9EmHR_i46IBXfoOT1Qjzl40BqbleEDeI/s1600/William-Lindsay-Gresham.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8cdvLuQufjLrZ7AigJMCjmCoM-vYUt54ub2hO305PONMNwcjZfUvLXzQk12sJ1pdpKiCdAjQfeLtNvfNFcWR8yKKtPQAAlAdsLHW1R8Qu84W9EmHR_i46IBXfoOT1Qjzl40BqbleEDeI/s1600/William-Lindsay-Gresham.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">William Lindsay Gresham</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">After he returned to the states, Gresham found employment editing and contri<span style="font-size: small;">buting to pu<span style="font-size: small;">lp magazines. With a steady income providing some financial stability, he was able to begin work on his first novel. <i>Nightmare Alley </i>appeared in 1946. The novel was a soul blistering tour of third-rate Depression-era carnival life and the "spook racket." 'Pr<span style="font-size: small;">otagonist' Stan Carlisle is a han<span style="font-size: small;">dsome young man in a low-level carny job who is driven at first by lust and then by the burning ambition to make it big. Coolly conning nearly everyone who crosses his path, Stan makes his way up, up, up as a bogus clairvoyant and on to the heights as a religi<span style="font-size: small;">ous charlatan. But he meets his match in a high<span style="font-size: small;">-end grifter even more cold-blooded than he is. Stan's fall is fast and far and horrific.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBcFfz_0RRp-7w6SM85JyjhysPgyYMhCmFxlCS7SBXMVbGrUtM0uW8hVUu8A2fXEjT4Q5V7ioTA116Zs7lBhE8z_9qB0ofgedizRhCsz9V6SIwCKgLoCUPgDEZlcX3mdBFFX9zAY-Vv9Q/s1600/hanged+man.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBcFfz_0RRp-7w6SM85JyjhysPgyYMhCmFxlCS7SBXMVbGrUtM0uW8hVUu8A2fXEjT4Q5V7ioTA116Zs7lBhE8z_9qB0ofgedizRhCsz9V6SIwCKgLoCUPgDEZlcX3mdBFFX9zAY-Vv9Q/s200/hanged+man.jpg" width="116" /></a></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Author Gresham, a tormented man in search of peace of mind, had, by the time he was writing <i>Nightmare Alley</i>, already dabbled in Marxism and psychoanalysis and was now studying the Tarot (each chapter of the book is named for a Major Arcana card). He w<span style="font-size: small;">ould go on to delve into and abandon Christianity, Zen Buddhism and Alcoholics Anonymous. None of these pursuits would alleviate his struggle with personal demons. The expanse of Gresham's <span style="font-size: small;">own sense of desperation was revealed in his all-too-real depiction of human despair in <i>Nightmare Alley</i>;<span style="font-size: small;"> later in life he would <span style="font-size: small;">claim in a letter, "Stan is the author."</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">Night<span style="font-size: small;">mare Alley </span></span></i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">was a success and the film rights were quickly snapped up by Tyrone Power, who'd read the book and saw in Stan Carlisle the role of a lifetime. He pressed his boss, 20th Century Fox head Darryl F. Zanuck, to produce <span style="font-size: small;">the adaptation and allow him to star. The film Power badgered Zanuck to make would be directed by <a href="http://www.silentsaregolden.com/articles/edmundgouldingarticle.html"><b><span style="color: #cc0000;">Edmund </span></b></a><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.silentsaregolden.com/articles/edmundgouldingarticle.html"><b><span style="color: #cc0000;">Goulding</span></b></a> and co-star Joan Blondell, <a href="http://www.briansdriveintheater.com/helenwalker.html"><b><span style="color: #cc0000;">Helen Wal</span></b></a><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.briansdriveintheater.com/helenwalker.html"><b><span style="color: #cc0000;">ker </span></b></a>and Coleen Gra<span style="font-size: small;">y. It was released in 1947.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0sYVyT6WueaxQ4xHVr9cdzcosND5cnXhclP6RPZszyDOoZ9Iw-OwpAIPfUyE6YzwpgmqhX-VNiBIL91d7ODEFtkLkIXi39QAM1kGidQ8c2Fgs6Eb-dc1W86xntooCcZs8bV-srgE401U/s1600/ty+power+make+up+test_opt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0sYVyT6WueaxQ4xHVr9cdzcosND5cnXhclP6RPZszyDOoZ9Iw-OwpAIPfUyE6YzwpgmqhX-VNiBIL91d7ODEFtkLkIXi39QAM1kGidQ8c2Fgs6Eb-dc1W86xntooCcZs8bV-srgE401U/s320/ty+power+make+up+test_opt.jpg" width="270" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Tyrone Power makeup test for <i>Nightmare Alley</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">If William Lindsay Gresham was a troubled misfit, Tyrone Power would seem his very opposite. Born into a legendary theatrical family and graced with good looks, onscreen charisma and talent, Power was a movie star by age 22 - a decade or more younger than most leading men of the late '30s. But, as the years passed, Power became frustrated with the too-often shallow roles Fox offered him and had begun to have misgivings about his career. He told a girlfriend, "Someday I'll show the @!&%!*s who say I was a success just because of my pretty face..." and famously commented on charismatic appeal, "The secret of charm is bullshit." By the time <i>Nightmare Alley </i>came along, Tyrone Power was ready to play Stan Carlisle.</span></span><br /><br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyQwpD5-X2_cgE5ZAp9bYaGzTA9S7CeqEepWuNLKE7RMxKU_ZHFSUu3fQU0VNBBwNLRDKAGzyy9okpf-bZ6wimWhbSTdvkxKKPYRQ0-kY2L5T1-Qhu7q4GiqzNJT6TPBgZ-4Eu3mA_574/s1600/helen+walker_opt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyQwpD5-X2_cgE5ZAp9bYaGzTA9S7CeqEepWuNLKE7RMxKU_ZHFSUu3fQU0VNBBwNLRDKAGzyy9okpf-bZ6wimWhbSTdvkxKKPYRQ0-kY2L5T1-Qhu7q4GiqzNJT6TPBgZ-4Eu3mA_574/s200/helen+walker_opt.jpg" width="183" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Helen Walker as Dr. Lilith Ritter</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">A 1947 film adaptation of <i>Nightmare Alley</i> could never have been entirely faithful to the novel - the book was just too raw, sexual and <span style="font-size: small;">disturbing. So the story was streamlined and cleaned up<span style="font-size: small;">. Noir veteran <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0299154/"><b><span style="color: #cc0000;">Jules Furthman</span></b></a>'s s<span style="font-size: small;">creenplay could on<span style="font-size: small;">ly imply<span style="font-size: small;"> or allude to w<span style="font-size: small;">hat was far more perverse and explicit<span style="font-size: small;"> in the novel. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Furthman did manage to incorporate a good dose of Gresham's rich and authentic huckster jargon into the script and Goulding evokes, as much as he was allowed, the novel's underlying savagery. An A-budget noir, </span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><i>Nightmare Alley</i>'s ink-black look came courtesy of <a href="http://www.cinematographers.nl/GreatDoPh/garmes.htm"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><b>Lee Garmes</b></span></a>, one of the developers of "Rembrandt lighting," with art direction by <a href="http://eves-reel-life.blogspot.com/2011/07/lyle-wheeler-setting-scene.html"><b><span style="color: #cc0000;">Lyle Wheeler</span></b></a>, effects by Fred Sersen and makeup by Ben Nye. Joan Blondell is a natural cast as blowzy, pillowy Zeena, the mentalist, and Helen Walker as Dr. Lilith Ritter is razor-blade deadly. But it is Tyrone Power's portrayal of Stan Carlisle that is the eye-opener. Power's Stan evolves from opportunistic naif to oily hustler, slick headliner, relentless schemer, jumpy man-on-the-run and, finally, vulnerable rum-dum. The transformation is shattering.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">It's no<span style="font-size: small;"> sec<span style="font-size: small;">ret that Darryl Zanuck disliked <i>Nightmare Alley</i>. Power was his box office bonanza of a leading man and <span style="font-size: small;">Zanuck hadn't wanted to risk casting him in so dark a film. But was it a risk? The post-war era brought stars like Joan Crawford (<i>Mildred Pierce</i>), Ray Milland <i>(The Lost Weekend</i>)<span style="font-size: small;">, Lana Turner (<i>The Postman Always Rings Twice</i><span style="font-size: small;">), </span>Ronald Coleman<span style="font-size: small;"><i> </i><span style="font-size: small;">(<i>A Double Life</i>) and others new success - and sometimes an<span style="font-size: small;"> Oscar - for less than sympathetic character portrayals in downbeat films. <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">On rel<span style="font-size: small;">ease, </span></span><i>Nightmare Alley</i> received mixed reviews (a New York Times<span style="font-size: small;"> reviewer complained, "this film traverses dista<span style="font-size: small;">steful dramatic ground<span style="font-size: small;">")</span></span></span> <span style="font-size: small;">but Power's performance was widely acclaimed. That was not enough to reassure an already nervous studio and <span style="font-size: small;">the film's</span> <span style="font-size: small;">run</span> <span style="font-size: small;">in theaters was brief. It was a commercial failure.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GNOx4U49Rj4" width="420"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> <span style="font-size: x-small;">Pete (Ian K<span style="font-size: x-small;">eith) reads S<span style="font-size: x-small;">tan (Tyrone Power)</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Zanuck's reluctance to back <i>Nightmare Alley</i> is often blamed for its failure. But his caution makes sense given the times and his understanding <span style="font-size: small;">of Tyrone Power's place in movie goers<span style="font-size: small;">' hearts. Audience<span style="font-size: small;">s could handl<span style="font-size: small;">e the handsome star as a skirt-chasing carnival Lothario sporting a cocky attitude and a tight tee-shirt. But once Stan<span style="font-size: small;">'s seamy nature begins to creep to the sur<span style="font-size: small;">face</span> - a wad of chewing gum always in his cheek, a cigarette behind his ear, a spiel ever on his lips - the audience might start to get ji<span style="font-size: small;">ttery. When he slips a bottle of hooch to Pete (Ian Keith), a carny alcoholic <span style="font-size: small;">who is an obstacle to his dreams, there's no denying Stan's ruthlessness. It becomes clear soon enough that Stan is a nastier more cynical sort than Dion O'Leary, a romanticized Jesse James or Clive Briggs. By film's end, when an unhinged Stan runs through the midway, wild-eyed and vacant, swinging a club at anyone who comes near, Power's multitude of fans might well <span style="font-size: small;">have stared in disbelief. How could Tyrone Power (Zorro, that <span style="font-size: small;">Yank who joined the RAF, Jamie Waring!?!) possibly be the pathetic, disfigured wretch on the screen? They may not have realized or cared that they had just witnessed the performance of his career<span style="font-size: small;">. Darryl Zanuck must have breathed a deep sigh of relief when <i>Captain from Castile</i>, a Technicolor swashbuckler Power finished just before <i>Nightmare Alley</i>, was released a few months later to blockbuster business.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim5OYkMOWLbkP_X4FBhQ3Y_lX3x8ac3HRu6wxm6RJlKDu4s2dioPJWJVZ92VOyp80DBatF9jNLwDmtJVUMdRz6QnCOnE5oLn2QQjN-xLQrvbYeSkeK1x05OqHhPXwg8HvRBsIeJZF53z0/s1600/Ty+as+Stan+climax_opt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim5OYkMOWLbkP_X4FBhQ3Y_lX3x8ac3HRu6wxm6RJlKDu4s2dioPJWJVZ92VOyp80DBatF9jNLwDmtJVUMdRz6QnCOnE5oLn2QQjN-xLQrvbYeSkeK1x05OqHhPXwg8HvRBsIeJZF53z0/s320/Ty+as+Stan+climax_opt.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Tyrone Power as Stan Carlisle</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">The publication and reception of <i>Nightmare Alley</i> was the one great success of<span style="font-size: small;"> </span>William Lindsay Gresham's career.</span> His second and final novel was a commercial flop. He went back to writing for pulp magazines and published only three more books, all non-fiction<span style="font-size: small;">. With his health failing and low on cash, Gresham took his own life in a cheap New York hotel in September 1962. H<span style="font-size: small;">e is best remembered by some as a footnote in the life of C.S. Lewis; Gresham's second wife, Joy Davidman, married Lewis after her split from Gresham. <i>Shadowland</i>s, a TV movie<span style="font-size: small;">, play and film,</span> was based on the Lewis/Davidman relationship.  Others <span style="font-size: small;">place Gre<span style="font-size: small;">sham in the pantheon of writers like Nathaniel West, James M. Cain and Jim Thompson. <i>Nightmare Alley</i>'s reputation has grown stea<span style="font-size: small;">dily through the years and in <span style="font-size: small;">2010 New York Review Books published a new<span style="font-size: small;">, uncensored edition. This publication boasts an introduction by Nick Tosches, who is at work on a Gresham biography<span style="font-size: small;">. The NYRB edition of <i>Nightmare Alley</i> <span style="font-size: small;">was hailed by critics; rev<span style="font-size: small;">iews <span style="font-size: small;">were filled with</span> glowing adjectives - and one constant noun: masterpiece.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span> <br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><a href="http://eves-reel-life.blogspot.com/2012/08/remembering-tyrone-power.html"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><b>Tyrone Power</b></span></a> <span style="font-size: small;">would never<span style="font-size: small;"> have another film role quite equal to Stan Carlis<span style="font-size: small;">le</span></span></span>, but his last onscreen performance, in Billy Wilder's <i>Witness for the Prosecution </i>(1957), was as a character not unlike Stan. Once more he received critical p<span style="font-size: small;">raise, something he'd nearly given up on ("They still don't take me seriously," he complained a year or so earlier). Power had spent the intervening years making movies of varying quality, <span style="font-size: small;">working successfully in the theater, trav<span style="font-size: small;">eling the world - and going through a succession of women and a lot of money. His death at age 44 occurred in Spain where he was filming <i>Solomon and Sheba</i>. Perhaps fate thought it better to spare him that biblical swashbuckler. Of all the films he made, <i>Nightmare Alley </i>would remain Power's favorite, the one he screened at home for friends.</span></span></span></span></span><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJsxtGCDBz0627bqw6X5FWIQ6m3d01vl6JqXnTJO1mBtFifS1dFpevn-WiS01-QDHIusNjHPA8cNGWx4TslR2R58F5hgwhWqHBTWGYhS6gv040mU7IylaVgW3txB-8KNyMx4cr_sari3M/s1600/nightmare_alley+dvd_opt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJsxtGCDBz0627bqw6X5FWIQ6m3d01vl6JqXnTJO1mBtFifS1dFpevn-WiS01-QDHIusNjHPA8cNGWx4TslR2R58F5hgwhWqHBTWGYhS6gv040mU7IylaVgW3txB-8KNyMx4cr_sari3M/s320/nightmare_alley+dvd_opt.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Nightmare <span style="font-size: small;">Alley</span></i> developed a cult following that continued to grow over the decades. Because of legal wrangling between the estate of its producer, George Jessel, and 20th Century Fox,<span style="font-size: small;"> it was </span>kept out of the home video market for years. Finally released on DVD in 2005, the film was greeted with a new wave <span style="font-size: small;">of enthusiasm from critics, film buffs and film noir fans. Once overlooked and undervalued, <i><span style="font-size: small;">Nightmare Alley</span></i><span style="font-size: small;"> is now consider<span style="font-size: small;">ed a noir classic<span style="font-size: small;">, one of the bleakest films in a bleak genre, singular for its carny setting and absence of thugs-with-guns and outright murder.</span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br /><br /><i><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">This piece is my contribution to the Classic Movie Blog Associat<span style="font-size: small;">ion's Fabulous Films of the 1940s Blogathon. <a href="http://clamba.blogspot.com/2013/01/fabulous-films-of-1940s-blogathon.html"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Click here</span></a> for links to all participating blogs.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></i><br /><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><u>Notes</u>:</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Nightmare Alley </i>by William Lindsay Gresham, Introduction by Nick Tosches, New York Review Books (2010)</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Noir Fiction: Dark Highways </i>by Paul Duncan, Old<span style="font-size: small;">castle Books (2000)</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Dark City: The Lost World of Film Noir </i>by Eddie Muller, St. Martin's Press (1998)</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>All Those Tomorrows </i>by Mai Zetterling, Grove Press (1985)</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>The Films of Tyrone Power </i>by Dennis Belafonte with Alvin H. Marill, Citadel Press (1979)</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></span></span></i></b><br /><b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></i></b><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd_Epulw8FrW3N7eSBVBWF8m_IsH8A0JD77ePqSRi5_OjO0qXIGQqWsr0ZEhW1h1fb8ETmyfgM7eU2OrJcKpjoxkHQKgEdf19HyybcNGiMImx9SBoEFaCm5L5oC0BBTdZv_TFmWxVxPs8/s1600/1940s+Blogathon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd_Epulw8FrW3N7eSBVBWF8m_IsH8A0JD77ePqSRi5_OjO0qXIGQqWsr0ZEhW1h1fb8ETmyfgM7eU2OrJcKpjoxkHQKgEdf19HyybcNGiMImx9SBoEFaCm5L5oC0BBTdZv_TFmWxVxPs8/s1600/1940s+Blogathon.jpg" /></a></div><b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></i></b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>

Coleen Gray Coney Island Edmund Goulding Film Noir Helen Walker Joan Blondell Nightmare Alley Noir Fiction The Lady Eve (author) Tyrone Power William Linday Gresham CMBA Blogathon: Nightmare Alley (1947)

Woodcut print by Guy BudziakConey Island's first so-called "freak show" opened in 1880, but the heyday of its sideshow attractions began nearly 25 years later when Samuel W. Gumpertz opened "Lilliputia" at Dreamland, one of the site's three major amu…

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