When You Went Away
By: Michael Baron
I thought about moving to Maine. Or maybe Halifax. Somewhere entirely different from suburban Long Island for the entirely different life Reese and I would have the life I never planned for him and now needed to make as good as possible. It might have been healthier to move, to not be reminded by the washing machine and the planter on the porch and the crooked street sign at the end of the block and the bagel shop on 25A that Maureen would never share any of these things with me again. But we couldn’t move. If we moved and Tanya ever came back, she wouldn’t know where to find us. And I refused to believe that she wouldn’t ever come home again. Staying meant I needed to get back to work. And getting back to work meant finding a babysitter for Reese. It’s entirely possible that one of the first four people I interviewed for the job would have taken good care of my son. [download]
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Senin, 17 Oktober 2011
The Ten Commandements
The Ten Commandements
By: Dr. Laura Schlessinger and Rabbi Stewart Vogel
Believing in God is a relatively recent experience in my life. My father, born a Jew in Brooklyn, New York, never mentioned God, religion, or Judaism except for one all-encompassing criticism of the Jewish Passover service. He said how, at a very young age, he walked out of his parents’ Passover seder celebration screaming that he “wouldn’t celebrate the wholesale slaughter of Egyptian children.” “Boy, that is terrible!” I thought, and that subject, or anything about Judaism, for that matter, was never discussed again. Imagine my surprise when, some forty years later, while attending a Passover seder in a synagogue, we got to the part where the Ten Plagues are recited, culminating in the death of the firstborn of Egypt, and we dipped a finger into red wine and dropped onto a plate those symbolic tears of compassion, sympathy, and anguish from the Jewish people in response to the suffering of the Egyptians. [download]
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By: Dr. Laura Schlessinger and Rabbi Stewart Vogel
Believing in God is a relatively recent experience in my life. My father, born a Jew in Brooklyn, New York, never mentioned God, religion, or Judaism except for one all-encompassing criticism of the Jewish Passover service. He said how, at a very young age, he walked out of his parents’ Passover seder celebration screaming that he “wouldn’t celebrate the wholesale slaughter of Egyptian children.” “Boy, that is terrible!” I thought, and that subject, or anything about Judaism, for that matter, was never discussed again. Imagine my surprise when, some forty years later, while attending a Passover seder in a synagogue, we got to the part where the Ten Plagues are recited, culminating in the death of the firstborn of Egypt, and we dipped a finger into red wine and dropped onto a plate those symbolic tears of compassion, sympathy, and anguish from the Jewish people in response to the suffering of the Egyptians. [download]
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The Ten Year Nap
The Ten Year Nap
By: Meg Wolitzer
ALL AROUND THE COUNTRY, the women were waking up. Their alarm clocks bleated one by one, making soothing sounds or grating sounds or the stirrings of a favorite song. There were hums and beeps and a random burst of radio. There were wind chimes and roaring surf, and the electronic approximation of birdsong and other gentle animal noises. All of it accompanied the passage of time, sliding forward in liquid crystal. Almost everything in these women’s homes required a plug. Voltage stuttered through the curls of wire, and if you put your ear to one of the complicated clocks in any of the bedrooms, you could hear the burble of industry deep inside its cavity. Something was quietly happening. BIP BIP BIP. By a bed on this Monday morning in fall, the first alarm went off in a house with cedar shingles in a small, buffed suburb, and a woman sat up, the prospects of the entire day rising before her. BOOP BOOP BOOP. [download]
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By: Meg Wolitzer
ALL AROUND THE COUNTRY, the women were waking up. Their alarm clocks bleated one by one, making soothing sounds or grating sounds or the stirrings of a favorite song. There were hums and beeps and a random burst of radio. There were wind chimes and roaring surf, and the electronic approximation of birdsong and other gentle animal noises. All of it accompanied the passage of time, sliding forward in liquid crystal. Almost everything in these women’s homes required a plug. Voltage stuttered through the curls of wire, and if you put your ear to one of the complicated clocks in any of the bedrooms, you could hear the burble of industry deep inside its cavity. Something was quietly happening. BIP BIP BIP. By a bed on this Monday morning in fall, the first alarm went off in a house with cedar shingles in a small, buffed suburb, and a woman sat up, the prospects of the entire day rising before her. BOOP BOOP BOOP. [download]
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War for The Oaks
War for The Oaks
By: Emma Bull
Ideally, works of fiction don’t need to be explained. When I see one of those scholarly and well-crafted essays that always seem to precede a volume of Jane A usten or Dorothy Parker, I skip it. Yes, I do. If it looks promising, I come back and read it when I’m done with the fiction. But I’d rather not know beforehand that a character is based on the author’s brother, or that the author had just been cruelly rejected by his childhood sweetheart when he began chapter 10. I like biography; but Charlotte Bronte isn’t Jane Eyre, and Louisa A lcott isn’t Jo March, and I don’t want to be lured into thinking otherwise if the author doesn’t want me to. I wonder sometimes how authors would feel if they read the introductions that spring up in front of their works after they’re too dead to say anything about them. [download]
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By: Emma Bull
Ideally, works of fiction don’t need to be explained. When I see one of those scholarly and well-crafted essays that always seem to precede a volume of Jane A usten or Dorothy Parker, I skip it. Yes, I do. If it looks promising, I come back and read it when I’m done with the fiction. But I’d rather not know beforehand that a character is based on the author’s brother, or that the author had just been cruelly rejected by his childhood sweetheart when he began chapter 10. I like biography; but Charlotte Bronte isn’t Jane Eyre, and Louisa A lcott isn’t Jo March, and I don’t want to be lured into thinking otherwise if the author doesn’t want me to. I wonder sometimes how authors would feel if they read the introductions that spring up in front of their works after they’re too dead to say anything about them. [download]
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Theoritical Foundations of Law and Economics
Theoritical Foundations of Law and Economics
By: Mark D. White
Models constitute a central element in the methodology of economic analysis of law. John Brown’s model of accident law and others’ models of settlement and litigation, for instance, have provided numerous insights into tort law and to civil procedure respectively. Other models have been less successful. Despite their ubiquity, however, the role of models in economic analysis of law has been little discussed. How do models explain? How, or what, do we learn from them? What explains the differential success of models?What makes a model a good one? Under what circumstances ought policymakers rely on the results of a model? These questions are notoriously difficult, in part because the concept of a model is itself unclear. I shall address the question of what makes a “good” model by discussing in detail two narrow classes of models of adjudication that have often been understood as competitive. [download]
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By: Mark D. White
Models constitute a central element in the methodology of economic analysis of law. John Brown’s model of accident law and others’ models of settlement and litigation, for instance, have provided numerous insights into tort law and to civil procedure respectively. Other models have been less successful. Despite their ubiquity, however, the role of models in economic analysis of law has been little discussed. How do models explain? How, or what, do we learn from them? What explains the differential success of models?What makes a model a good one? Under what circumstances ought policymakers rely on the results of a model? These questions are notoriously difficult, in part because the concept of a model is itself unclear. I shall address the question of what makes a “good” model by discussing in detail two narrow classes of models of adjudication that have often been understood as competitive. [download]
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Sabtu, 15 Oktober 2011
The Power of Looks
The Power of Looks
By: Bonnie Berry
Turning the page of the newspaper, I saw the double full-page advertisement, in color, for a department store. The picture was of four people, one woman and three men. They were extraordinarily attractive, white, young, and apparently financially successful. The woman was lounging on the hood and windshield of a mint condition vintage convertible Mercedes, wearing a short dress which was well above her knees and with her long blonde hair flowing over the top of the windshield. The three men, all showing perfect white teeth, were casually but elegantly dressed. In the back of the Mercedes was a beautiful wooden canoe, spotless and shiny. The setting was idyllic. The people were in a wooded area with a very inviting lake behind them, apparently about to enjoy an outing in their canoe. [download]
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By: Bonnie Berry
Turning the page of the newspaper, I saw the double full-page advertisement, in color, for a department store. The picture was of four people, one woman and three men. They were extraordinarily attractive, white, young, and apparently financially successful. The woman was lounging on the hood and windshield of a mint condition vintage convertible Mercedes, wearing a short dress which was well above her knees and with her long blonde hair flowing over the top of the windshield. The three men, all showing perfect white teeth, were casually but elegantly dressed. In the back of the Mercedes was a beautiful wooden canoe, spotless and shiny. The setting was idyllic. The people were in a wooded area with a very inviting lake behind them, apparently about to enjoy an outing in their canoe. [download]
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