Amnesty is forgiveness for a crime. This is how our government interprets it. There are many people who don't agree with this interpretation, especially when the war that is being evaded is unjust. Not only was the Vietnam war, unjust, but the draft was illegal. There is nothing written in the U.S. Constitution that says there may be a draft in the event of a war. So why should people who don't want to involve themselves in a crime be forgiven? They should be honored. The whole idea of conditional amnesty is an example of how corrupt our government is.
If President Ford can pardon Nixon for all the crimes Nixon committed, he could allow the draft dodgers to return to this country without having to serve in the military. Ford said that Nixon has suffered enough. That is the reason for his decision. The draft evaders have had to go to Canada, Mexico or wherever and many have suffered because they couldn't return to their families. So it all boils down to the fact that Nixon was given this privilege only because he was a former president and therefore was considered to be above the law. but nobody, not even a former president is above the law. I feel that the draft dodgers should be given unconditional amnesty without a doubt.
Friday, June 7, 2013
Survival (Creative Writing Class - Highland Hall 1974)
It was a cold, wintry morning in December, the day I would depart for Colorado to visit my relatives. We drove out to the airport and as I boarded the plane, a light drizzle began to fall. The stewardesses served everyone hot coffee which I gladly accepted. The plane climbed high above the clouds into the clear, blue sky.
I was pretty bored during the flight, either eating or amusing myself with a crossword puzzle. Everything was fine until the plane began to jolt around a bit. I didn't pay much attention to it because air turbulence happens all the time on a plane. I ignored it, but a minute later it happened again for a longer period of time. This aroused my interest so I viewed the earth below.
All that I saw were islands of rock in the clouds. I perceived it to be the Rocky Mountains protruding through the clouds. All of a sudden the plane began to rock back and forth violently. A tray full of hot tea fell from a stewardess onto the aisle and splattered the woman sitting in front of me. She shrieked in pain while the person next to me crossed her heart in a Catholic cross. The captain came on the loudspeaker and told us that everything was all right and to fasten our seat belts. For the first time in all my travels on jets, I felt afraid. This was due partly because the plane was rocking wildly about making me sick and one of the engines on my right began to smoke. People were screaming all around me and I heard someone yell, "The plane is on fire!" Indeed, the engine that was smoking earlier had caught on fire. I also noticed that we were descending from the sky rapidly. I listened to a man praying behind me. The plane was now only a few thousand feet above the ground. Less than 15 seconds later, we were enveloped in the storm clouds and for a brief second I saw a forest and snow falling all over the place. The pilot had managed to lift up the nose of the plane just before impact and the next instant there was a big thump as the plane hit a snowbank. I was immediately knocked unconscious.
When I regained consciousness, I felt a terrible pain in my head. All was silent around me except for the sound of the wind whistling outside. I called out but nobody answered. Was I the only survivor? The realization that I was alone proved to be more frightening than the crash itself.
I sat there for about an hour thinking about what to do. Nothing really bothered me physically except for the throbbing pain in my head which was beginning to subside. I got out of my seat and looked around. The plane had broken into two sections and dead bodies were strewn all over the place. I walked into the cockpit. Everything was all smashed up, destroying any chance of radio communications with the outside world. I felt a cold breeze chill my bones so I grabbed a down jacket from the floor and cuddled up in a corner to sleep.
When I woke up, I felt hungry. My foot was numb from the cold. I managed to crawl around looking for food and came upon a large roast beef sandwich, a hard boiled egg and a bag of tortilla chips. The site of the food lifted my spirits and the meal gave me enough strength to stand up.
Looking outside, I was relieved to find that the storm had passed and the sun was shining brightly. I walked outside to get a better perspective of where I was. I found myself standing on a small meadow near the top of a steep mountain. I walked to the edge of the meadow and saw a large valley below. In the distance, I could faintly see smoke trickling its way up from what looked like a chimney of a house. I made up my mind that this house was going to be my destination. I no longer felt frightened because now I had a place to go.
I gathered together everything that could be useful which consisted of some food, a sleeping bag and a small tarp. I started down the mountain. The going was slow because I had to keep checking my direction. About noon, the terrain had become less steep and I found a small stream winding its way down to the valley. I decided it was best to follow the stream, so I continued on. About an hour later, I sat down to rest on the only log that wasn't covered in snow. I stared into the sky thinking about what had happened to me in one day. All of a sudden, I heard a familiar sound. A helicopter was circling the plane crash site. I jumped up, frantically waving my jacket and shouting as loud as I could but the helicopter didn't notice me and flew away. Full of despair, I continued my trek down the mountain. The sun was setting by the time I reached the valley floor.
I managed to make a decent fire and warmed my cold, aching feet and hands. Dinner consisted of three bagels, cream cheese, tomato, cucumber with onion, and a large chocolate milk. Feeling full and content, I laid out my sleeping bag and tarp. Sleep came easily because I had become very tired even though the air became steadily colder during the night. The sleeping bag felt very warm and by morning, I was too comfortable to want to get up. But I was hungry and forced myself to get up. I managed somehow to gather more wood for a fire. Breakfast consisted of a cheese omelette, two slabs of bacon, sausage, some fruit and a large hot coffee.
After loading everything on my back, I started hiking again. From this point on, the going was easy. By lunchtime, I spotted the smoke again, this time only a mile away. I dropped everything and literally ran the rest of the way. I came to a clearing and joyously beheld a farmer and his wife staring at me curiously. My journey had ended and I felt grateful that I had made it back alive.
I was pretty bored during the flight, either eating or amusing myself with a crossword puzzle. Everything was fine until the plane began to jolt around a bit. I didn't pay much attention to it because air turbulence happens all the time on a plane. I ignored it, but a minute later it happened again for a longer period of time. This aroused my interest so I viewed the earth below.
All that I saw were islands of rock in the clouds. I perceived it to be the Rocky Mountains protruding through the clouds. All of a sudden the plane began to rock back and forth violently. A tray full of hot tea fell from a stewardess onto the aisle and splattered the woman sitting in front of me. She shrieked in pain while the person next to me crossed her heart in a Catholic cross. The captain came on the loudspeaker and told us that everything was all right and to fasten our seat belts. For the first time in all my travels on jets, I felt afraid. This was due partly because the plane was rocking wildly about making me sick and one of the engines on my right began to smoke. People were screaming all around me and I heard someone yell, "The plane is on fire!" Indeed, the engine that was smoking earlier had caught on fire. I also noticed that we were descending from the sky rapidly. I listened to a man praying behind me. The plane was now only a few thousand feet above the ground. Less than 15 seconds later, we were enveloped in the storm clouds and for a brief second I saw a forest and snow falling all over the place. The pilot had managed to lift up the nose of the plane just before impact and the next instant there was a big thump as the plane hit a snowbank. I was immediately knocked unconscious.
When I regained consciousness, I felt a terrible pain in my head. All was silent around me except for the sound of the wind whistling outside. I called out but nobody answered. Was I the only survivor? The realization that I was alone proved to be more frightening than the crash itself.
I sat there for about an hour thinking about what to do. Nothing really bothered me physically except for the throbbing pain in my head which was beginning to subside. I got out of my seat and looked around. The plane had broken into two sections and dead bodies were strewn all over the place. I walked into the cockpit. Everything was all smashed up, destroying any chance of radio communications with the outside world. I felt a cold breeze chill my bones so I grabbed a down jacket from the floor and cuddled up in a corner to sleep.
When I woke up, I felt hungry. My foot was numb from the cold. I managed to crawl around looking for food and came upon a large roast beef sandwich, a hard boiled egg and a bag of tortilla chips. The site of the food lifted my spirits and the meal gave me enough strength to stand up.
Looking outside, I was relieved to find that the storm had passed and the sun was shining brightly. I walked outside to get a better perspective of where I was. I found myself standing on a small meadow near the top of a steep mountain. I walked to the edge of the meadow and saw a large valley below. In the distance, I could faintly see smoke trickling its way up from what looked like a chimney of a house. I made up my mind that this house was going to be my destination. I no longer felt frightened because now I had a place to go.
I gathered together everything that could be useful which consisted of some food, a sleeping bag and a small tarp. I started down the mountain. The going was slow because I had to keep checking my direction. About noon, the terrain had become less steep and I found a small stream winding its way down to the valley. I decided it was best to follow the stream, so I continued on. About an hour later, I sat down to rest on the only log that wasn't covered in snow. I stared into the sky thinking about what had happened to me in one day. All of a sudden, I heard a familiar sound. A helicopter was circling the plane crash site. I jumped up, frantically waving my jacket and shouting as loud as I could but the helicopter didn't notice me and flew away. Full of despair, I continued my trek down the mountain. The sun was setting by the time I reached the valley floor.
I managed to make a decent fire and warmed my cold, aching feet and hands. Dinner consisted of three bagels, cream cheese, tomato, cucumber with onion, and a large chocolate milk. Feeling full and content, I laid out my sleeping bag and tarp. Sleep came easily because I had become very tired even though the air became steadily colder during the night. The sleeping bag felt very warm and by morning, I was too comfortable to want to get up. But I was hungry and forced myself to get up. I managed somehow to gather more wood for a fire. Breakfast consisted of a cheese omelette, two slabs of bacon, sausage, some fruit and a large hot coffee.
After loading everything on my back, I started hiking again. From this point on, the going was easy. By lunchtime, I spotted the smoke again, this time only a mile away. I dropped everything and literally ran the rest of the way. I came to a clearing and joyously beheld a farmer and his wife staring at me curiously. My journey had ended and I felt grateful that I had made it back alive.
It is not as simple as it seems (Creative Writing Class - Highland Hall 1974)
I had just gotten my license and felt really good about it. It was a Saturday morning in July, a perfect day for the beach. I picked up a few friends and we drove out to Zuma Beach.
We spent the day body surfing and at about 5:30, I decided that we had better leave. Everything seemed fine until one of my friends, Mike, pulled out a bottle of Johnnie Walker scotch whiskey. I told him quite frankly that I don't drink. Somehow everyone in the car managed to coax me into tasting it, which I was sure couldn't hurt me. All this time, we were driving on Malibu Canyon Road which requires a certain amount of concentration and good judgement. I thought one would be enough, but after they had passed it around a few times, I decided to join in, slowly at first, but as my companions cheered me on, I started taking fairly good-sized swigs. The bottle was empty and I had become quite drunk. For some reason, I couldn't focus my eyes on the road. I figured it must be because the sun had set and it was getting dark. For this reason, I felt impatient to get home. My friends didn't seem to notice or care that the car was hitting 50 mph in the canyon. I felt very sure of myself until I came around a curve that was too sharp for the speed that I was going. The car spun out of control and was thrown to the opposite side of the road. A second later, I looked up shaking and my heart stopped. A big diesel truck was heading straight for us. I frantically honked my horn and luckily he saw us. He tried to maneuver the large truck around us but the back end hit us and the car was smashed. For some miraculous reason, nobody was hurt. Now one thought stood over everything else: How would I tell my parents? It is not as simple as it seems.
We spent the day body surfing and at about 5:30, I decided that we had better leave. Everything seemed fine until one of my friends, Mike, pulled out a bottle of Johnnie Walker scotch whiskey. I told him quite frankly that I don't drink. Somehow everyone in the car managed to coax me into tasting it, which I was sure couldn't hurt me. All this time, we were driving on Malibu Canyon Road which requires a certain amount of concentration and good judgement. I thought one would be enough, but after they had passed it around a few times, I decided to join in, slowly at first, but as my companions cheered me on, I started taking fairly good-sized swigs. The bottle was empty and I had become quite drunk. For some reason, I couldn't focus my eyes on the road. I figured it must be because the sun had set and it was getting dark. For this reason, I felt impatient to get home. My friends didn't seem to notice or care that the car was hitting 50 mph in the canyon. I felt very sure of myself until I came around a curve that was too sharp for the speed that I was going. The car spun out of control and was thrown to the opposite side of the road. A second later, I looked up shaking and my heart stopped. A big diesel truck was heading straight for us. I frantically honked my horn and luckily he saw us. He tried to maneuver the large truck around us but the back end hit us and the car was smashed. For some miraculous reason, nobody was hurt. Now one thought stood over everything else: How would I tell my parents? It is not as simple as it seems.
Solitude and Loneliness are Equal (Creative Writing Class Highland Hall 1974)
During the course of one's life, the one thing people fear most is loneliness. Loneliness can come about suddenly or creep upon your slowly. Loneliness is usually a result of solitude. Generally, the awareness of becoming alone happens when a person is almost void of friends. I feel that most people react to being alone by becoming upset since man is a social, loving creature in his own ways. This has been part of the problem in our mental institutions and prisons. The whole idea of teaching a person a lesson by locking him up in solitary confinement could be damaging to the person's inner well-being and even cause insanity. In order to rehabilitate someone, you must reinforce the feeling of being loved and wanted. Otherwise, the isolation can result in feelings of depression and rejection.
To be lonely doesn't necessarily mean being alone in the physical sense. you could be one in a thousand and still feel rejected. This shows how loneliness can sometimes precede solitude.
Man relies on other people not only to escape loneliness and solitude but to express ideas, opinions and personal feelings. If man is deprived of other people in some way or another, he is without communication.
To be lonely doesn't necessarily mean being alone in the physical sense. you could be one in a thousand and still feel rejected. This shows how loneliness can sometimes precede solitude.
Man relies on other people not only to escape loneliness and solitude but to express ideas, opinions and personal feelings. If man is deprived of other people in some way or another, he is without communication.
Sunday, December 9, 2012
A Jewish Boycott
A Jewish Boycott
I never realized that the Jews have contributed so much to mankind. This should be taught in schools. Amazing facts about the Jews! It's very important to read down to the bottom to see what the Jews have contributed to this world.
Iran's Supreme Leader Grand Ayatollah Ali Khomenei urged the Muslim World to boycott anything and everything that originates with the Jewish people.
In response, Meyer M. Treinkman, a pharmacist, out of the kindness of his heart, offered to assist them in their boycott as follows:
"Any Muslim who has Syphillis must not be cured by Salvarsan discovered by a Jew, Dr. Ehrlich. He should not even try to find out whether he has Syphilis, because the Wasserman Test is the discovery of a Jew.
If a Muslim suspects that he has Gonorrhea, he must not seek diagnosis, because he will be using the method of a Jew named Neissner.
"A Muslim who has heart disease must not use Digitalis, a discovery by a Jew, Ludwig Traube.
Should he suffer with a toothache, he must not use Novocaine, a discovery of the Jews, Widal and Weil.
If a Muslim has Diabetes, he must not use Insulin, the result of research by Minkowsky, a Jew.
If one has a headache, he must shun Pyramidon and Antypyrin, due to the Jews, Spiro and Ellege.
Muslims with convulsions must put up with them because it was a Jew, Oscar Leibreich, who proposed the use of Chloral Hydrate.
Arabs must do likewise with their psychic ailments because Freud, father of psychoanalysis, was a Jew.
Should a Muslim child get Diphtheria, he must refrain from the “Schick" reaction which was invented by the Jew, Bella Schick.
"Muslims should be ready to die in great numbers and must not permit treatment of ear and brain damage, work of Jewish Nobel Prize winner, Robert Baram.
They should continue to die or remain crippled by Infantile Paralysis because the discoverer of the anti-polio vaccine is a Jew, Jonas Salk.
"Muslims must refuse to use Streptomycin and continue to die of Tuberculosis because a Jew, Zalman Waxman, invented the wonder drug against this killing disease.
Muslim doctors must discard all discoveries and improvements by dermatologist Judas Sehn Benedict, or the lung specialist, Frawnkel, and of many other world renowned Jewish scientists and medical experts.
"In short, good and loyal Muslims properly and fittingly should remain afflicted with Syphilis, Gonorrhea, Heart Disease, Headaches, Typhus, Diabetes, Mental Disorders, Polio Convulsions and Tuberculosis and be proud to obey the Islamic boycott."
Oh, and by the way, don't call for a doctor on your cell phone because the cell phone was invented in Israel by a Jewish engineer.
Meanwhile I ask, what medical contributions to the world have the Muslims made?"
The global Islamic population is approximately 1,200,000,000; that is ONE BILLION TWO HUNDRED MILLION or 20% of the world's population.
They have received the following Nobel Prizes:
Literature:
1988 - Najib Mahfooz
Peace:
1978 - Mohamed Anwar El-Sadat
1990 - Elias James Corey
1994 - Yaser Arafat:
1999 - Ahmed Zewai
Economics:
(zero)
Physics:
(zero)
Medicine:
1960 - Peter Brian Medawar
1998 - Ferid Mourad
TOTAL: 7 SEVEN
The global Jewish population is approximately 14,000,000; that is FOURTEEN MILLION or about 0.02% of the world's population.
They have received the following Nobel Prizes:
Literature:
1910 - Paul Heyse
1927 - Henri Bergson
1958 - Boris Pasternak
1966 - Shmuel Yosef Agnon
1966 - Nelly Sachs
1976 - Saul Bellow
1978 - Isaac Bashevis Singer
1981 - Elias Canetti
1987 - Joseph Brodsky
1991 - Nadine Gordimer World
Peace:
1911 - Alfred Fried
1911 - Tobias Michael Carel Asser
1968 - Rene Cassin
1973 - Henry Kissinger
1978 - Menachem Begin
1986 - Elie Wiesel
1994 - Shimon Peres
1994 - Yitzhak Rabin
Physics:
1905 - Adolph Von Baeyer
1906 - Henri Moissan
1907 - Albert Abraham Michelson
1908 - Gabriel Lippmann
1910 - Otto Wallach
1915 - Richard Willstaetter
1918 - Fritz Haber
1921 - Albert Einstein
1922 - Niels Bohr
1925 - James Franck
1925 - Gustav Hertz
1943 - Gustav Stern
1943 - George Charles de Hevesy
1944 - Isidor Issac Rabi
1952 - Felix Bloch
1954 - Max Born
1958 - Igor Tamm
1959 - Emilio Segre
1960 - Donald A. Glaser
1961 - Robert Hofstadter
1961 - Melvin Calvin
1962 - Lev Davidovich Landau
1962 - Max Ferdinand Perutz
1965 - Richard Phillips Feynman
1965 - Julian Schwinger
1969 - Murray Gell-Mann
1971 - Dennis Gabor
1972 - William Howard Stein
1973 - Brian David Josephson
1975 - Benjamin Mottleson
1976 - Burton Richter
1977 - Ilya Prigogine
1978 - Arno Allan Penzias
1978 - Peter L Kapitza
1979 - Stephen Weinberg
1979 - Sheldon Glashow
1979 - Herbert Charles Brown
1980 - Paul Berg
1980 - Walter Gilbert
1981 - Roald Hoffmann
1982 - Aaron Klug
1985 - Albert A. Hauptman
1985 - Jerome Karle
1986 - Dudley R. Herschbach
1988 - Robert Huber
1988 - Leon Lederman
1988 - Melvin Schwartz
1988 - Jack Steinberger
1989 - Sidney Altman
1990 - Jerome Friedman
1992 - Rudolph Marcus
1995 - Martin Perl
2000 - Alan J. Heeger
Economics:
1970 - Paul Anthony Samuelson
1971 - Simon Kuznets
1972 - Kenneth Joseph Arrow
1975 - Leonid Kantorovich
1976 - Milton Friedman
1978 - Herbert A. Simon
1980 - Lawrence Robert Klein
1985 - Franco Modigliani
1987 - Robert M. Solow
1990 - Harry Markowitz
1990 - Merton Miller
1992 - Gary Becker
1993 - Robert Fogel
Medicine:
1908 - Elie Metchnikoff
1908 - Paul Erlich
1914 - Robert Barany
1922 - Otto Meyerhof
1930 - Karl Landsteiner
1931 - Otto Warburg
1936 - Otto Loewi
1944 - Joseph Erlanger
1944 - Herbert Spencer Gasser
1945 - Ernst Boris Chain
1946 - Hermann Joseph Muller
1950 - Tadeus Reichstein
1952 - Selman Abraham Waksman
1953 - Hans Krebs
1953 - Fritz Albert Lipmann
1958 - Joshua Lederberg
1959 - Arthur Kornberg
1964 - Konrad Bloch
1965 - Francois Jacob
1965 - Andre Lwoff
1967 - George Wald
1968 - Marshall W. Nirenberg
1969 - Salvador Luria
1970 - Julius Axelrod
1970 - Sir Bernard Katz
1972 - Gerald Maurice Edelman
1975 - Howard Martin Temin
1976 - Baruch S. Blumberg
1977 - Roselyn Sussman Yalow
1978 - Daniel Nathans
1980 - Baruj Benacerraf
1984 - Cesar Milstein
1985 - Michael Stuart Brown
1985 - Joseph L. Goldstein
1986 - Stanley Cohen [& Rita Levi-Montalcini]
1988 - Gertrude Elion
1989 - Harold Varmus
1991 - Erwin Neher
1991 - Bert Sakmann
1993 - Richard J. Roberts
1993 - Phillip Sharp
1994 - Alfred Gilman
1995 - Edward B. Lewis
1996- Lu RoseIacovino
I never realized that the Jews have contributed so much to mankind. This should be taught in schools. Amazing facts about the Jews! It's very important to read down to the bottom to see what the Jews have contributed to this world.
Iran's Supreme Leader Grand Ayatollah Ali Khomenei urged the Muslim World to boycott anything and everything that originates with the Jewish people.
In response, Meyer M. Treinkman, a pharmacist, out of the kindness of his heart, offered to assist them in their boycott as follows:
"Any Muslim who has Syphillis must not be cured by Salvarsan discovered by a Jew, Dr. Ehrlich. He should not even try to find out whether he has Syphilis, because the Wasserman Test is the discovery of a Jew.
If a Muslim suspects that he has Gonorrhea, he must not seek diagnosis, because he will be using the method of a Jew named Neissner.
"A Muslim who has heart disease must not use Digitalis, a discovery by a Jew, Ludwig Traube.
Should he suffer with a toothache, he must not use Novocaine, a discovery of the Jews, Widal and Weil.
If a Muslim has Diabetes, he must not use Insulin, the result of research by Minkowsky, a Jew.
If one has a headache, he must shun Pyramidon and Antypyrin, due to the Jews, Spiro and Ellege.
Muslims with convulsions must put up with them because it was a Jew, Oscar Leibreich, who proposed the use of Chloral Hydrate.
Arabs must do likewise with their psychic ailments because Freud, father of psychoanalysis, was a Jew.
Should a Muslim child get Diphtheria, he must refrain from the “Schick" reaction which was invented by the Jew, Bella Schick.
"Muslims should be ready to die in great numbers and must not permit treatment of ear and brain damage, work of Jewish Nobel Prize winner, Robert Baram.
They should continue to die or remain crippled by Infantile Paralysis because the discoverer of the anti-polio vaccine is a Jew, Jonas Salk.
"Muslims must refuse to use Streptomycin and continue to die of Tuberculosis because a Jew, Zalman Waxman, invented the wonder drug against this killing disease.
Muslim doctors must discard all discoveries and improvements by dermatologist Judas Sehn Benedict, or the lung specialist, Frawnkel, and of many other world renowned Jewish scientists and medical experts.
"In short, good and loyal Muslims properly and fittingly should remain afflicted with Syphilis, Gonorrhea, Heart Disease, Headaches, Typhus, Diabetes, Mental Disorders, Polio Convulsions and Tuberculosis and be proud to obey the Islamic boycott."
Oh, and by the way, don't call for a doctor on your cell phone because the cell phone was invented in Israel by a Jewish engineer.
Meanwhile I ask, what medical contributions to the world have the Muslims made?"
The global Islamic population is approximately 1,200,000,000; that is ONE BILLION TWO HUNDRED MILLION or 20% of the world's population.
They have received the following Nobel Prizes:
Literature:
1988 - Najib Mahfooz
Peace:
1978 - Mohamed Anwar El-Sadat
1990 - Elias James Corey
1994 - Yaser Arafat:
1999 - Ahmed Zewai
Economics:
(zero)
Physics:
(zero)
Medicine:
1960 - Peter Brian Medawar
1998 - Ferid Mourad
TOTAL: 7 SEVEN
The global Jewish population is approximately 14,000,000; that is FOURTEEN MILLION or about 0.02% of the world's population.
They have received the following Nobel Prizes:
Literature:
1910 - Paul Heyse
1927 - Henri Bergson
1958 - Boris Pasternak
1966 - Shmuel Yosef Agnon
1966 - Nelly Sachs
1976 - Saul Bellow
1978 - Isaac Bashevis Singer
1981 - Elias Canetti
1987 - Joseph Brodsky
1991 - Nadine Gordimer World
Peace:
1911 - Alfred Fried
1911 - Tobias Michael Carel Asser
1968 - Rene Cassin
1973 - Henry Kissinger
1978 - Menachem Begin
1986 - Elie Wiesel
1994 - Shimon Peres
1994 - Yitzhak Rabin
Physics:
1905 - Adolph Von Baeyer
1906 - Henri Moissan
1907 - Albert Abraham Michelson
1908 - Gabriel Lippmann
1910 - Otto Wallach
1915 - Richard Willstaetter
1918 - Fritz Haber
1921 - Albert Einstein
1922 - Niels Bohr
1925 - James Franck
1925 - Gustav Hertz
1943 - Gustav Stern
1943 - George Charles de Hevesy
1944 - Isidor Issac Rabi
1952 - Felix Bloch
1954 - Max Born
1958 - Igor Tamm
1959 - Emilio Segre
1960 - Donald A. Glaser
1961 - Robert Hofstadter
1961 - Melvin Calvin
1962 - Lev Davidovich Landau
1962 - Max Ferdinand Perutz
1965 - Richard Phillips Feynman
1965 - Julian Schwinger
1969 - Murray Gell-Mann
1971 - Dennis Gabor
1972 - William Howard Stein
1973 - Brian David Josephson
1975 - Benjamin Mottleson
1976 - Burton Richter
1977 - Ilya Prigogine
1978 - Arno Allan Penzias
1978 - Peter L Kapitza
1979 - Stephen Weinberg
1979 - Sheldon Glashow
1979 - Herbert Charles Brown
1980 - Paul Berg
1980 - Walter Gilbert
1981 - Roald Hoffmann
1982 - Aaron Klug
1985 - Albert A. Hauptman
1985 - Jerome Karle
1986 - Dudley R. Herschbach
1988 - Robert Huber
1988 - Leon Lederman
1988 - Melvin Schwartz
1988 - Jack Steinberger
1989 - Sidney Altman
1990 - Jerome Friedman
1992 - Rudolph Marcus
1995 - Martin Perl
2000 - Alan J. Heeger
Economics:
1970 - Paul Anthony Samuelson
1971 - Simon Kuznets
1972 - Kenneth Joseph Arrow
1975 - Leonid Kantorovich
1976 - Milton Friedman
1978 - Herbert A. Simon
1980 - Lawrence Robert Klein
1985 - Franco Modigliani
1987 - Robert M. Solow
1990 - Harry Markowitz
1990 - Merton Miller
1992 - Gary Becker
1993 - Robert Fogel
Medicine:
1908 - Elie Metchnikoff
1908 - Paul Erlich
1914 - Robert Barany
1922 - Otto Meyerhof
1930 - Karl Landsteiner
1931 - Otto Warburg
1936 - Otto Loewi
1944 - Joseph Erlanger
1944 - Herbert Spencer Gasser
1945 - Ernst Boris Chain
1946 - Hermann Joseph Muller
1950 - Tadeus Reichstein
1952 - Selman Abraham Waksman
1953 - Hans Krebs
1953 - Fritz Albert Lipmann
1958 - Joshua Lederberg
1959 - Arthur Kornberg
1964 - Konrad Bloch
1965 - Francois Jacob
1965 - Andre Lwoff
1967 - George Wald
1968 - Marshall W. Nirenberg
1969 - Salvador Luria
1970 - Julius Axelrod
1970 - Sir Bernard Katz
1972 - Gerald Maurice Edelman
1975 - Howard Martin Temin
1976 - Baruch S. Blumberg
1977 - Roselyn Sussman Yalow
1978 - Daniel Nathans
1980 - Baruj Benacerraf
1984 - Cesar Milstein
1985 - Michael Stuart Brown
1985 - Joseph L. Goldstein
1986 - Stanley Cohen [& Rita Levi-Montalcini]
1988 - Gertrude Elion
1989 - Harold Varmus
1991 - Erwin Neher
1991 - Bert Sakmann
1993 - Richard J. Roberts
1993 - Phillip Sharp
1994 - Alfred Gilman
1995 - Edward B. Lewis
1996- Lu RoseIacovino
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
Shocking Rides
I joined the Green Party of Sacramento last April on Earth Day. Main reason is because I was disappointed with Obama not being outspoken enough about climate change. I have always wanted to make a difference somehow. Yes, I go to the GP meetings and yes, I have already made a prototype site for the group but that was not enough. I really wanted to make a tangible difference. I remember a while back passing by a store that sold electric bikes on Blue Ravine near Folsom Blvd. But the store vanished and a massage parlor opened up in its place. The store was called Shocking Rides. I was curious to know what happened to it and looked it up on the internet. I found the site and it looked like it could really use some tlc. The address of the store had changed to some place in El Dorado Hills which was a few miles up the road.
Right around the same time, I was in the middle of learning ModX Revolution 2.0, yet another CMS that was radically different than the other flavors I was used to using such as Drupal and Wordpress. The main feature of this system was its flexibility which attracted me. So I thought to myself, "why not redo this site in ModX?" The thought intrigued me. I could learn a new CMS and help revive a company that sold a product line that meshed with my values. I could then show the site to the owner and if he liked it, he could pay me or if not, I could just add it to my portfolio.
I was surprised at how easy it was to create a site using ModX. In fact, the template I used was the one in the beginners tutorial. I had the site up with just a few tweaks in less than 3 days. The next step was to meet the owner, Jon Jacobson. My plan was to visit him at his store and surprise him with the new site. I looked up the El Dorado Hills address. This was no short bike ride. It was 12 miles all uphill from Gold River up through Folsom to Blue Ravine and then all the way up Blue Ravine until it turns into Green Valley Road. This was an area that I had only traveled to maybe twice in my life so I was not too familiar with the location or the terrain. I headed out the door at 9 AM since his site said that the store hours was from 10-2 Monday through Thursday. I knew based on the hours that this was probably a business in contraction.
I made it as far as the light rail station on Folsom and Iron Point. As soon as I crossed the street, however, bad luck struck as the front tire suddenly went flat. Not a good place for this to happen since there are no bike stores around and a walk back to Gold River would take over an hour. I just stood there on the corner contemplating my predicament. I didn't want to give up because I had already ridden a decent distance. I thought and thought and suddenly remembered that there is a bike store in Folsom. I had stopped there a while back and now that store was going to be my savior. Fortunately the light rail stopped just a few feet away from the store and I was right in front of a light rail station. I quickly purchased a ticket and a train picked me up and whisked me to downtown Folsom in less than 5 minutes. I arrived just as the store, Bicycles Plus was opening for the day. The clock had just struck 10 and I knew that my adventure had just begun.
After getting the tire fixed, I headed up Riley Street and back over to Blue Ravine. I had a near collision with more than one huge SUV driven by a soccer mom who was yacking on the phone and not paying attention. I used to get pissed off by these encounters but they happen so frequently, that I have resigned myself to expecting it to happen. My goal was to hurry up and get the hell off of the street and onto a bike trail. There is a nice bike trail that runs along Blue Ravine and I picked it up at East Bidwell. Suddenly, the scenery became pleasant and quiet. I was enjoying myself until the trail came to an abrupt end. An old man was there preparing to start a ride and mentioned that it was dirt from that point on. Oh well. I got off and walked the bike back to Blue Ravine. Being the chicken that I am when it comes to cars, I simply rode on the sidewalk and that was nice too until that ended as well. Now I had to get on Blue Ravine and the cars were doing at least 50 MPH. The hill became steeper and I had to pump harder. I made it over a hump and looked down on a valley of houses and strip malls. My destination was way on the other side of the valley. I pedaled through the valley and then had to huff and puff going up another set of hills. Finally, I saw a sign that pointed to a street called Hidden Acres which was the street name of the address I was looking for. I was expecting a unit in an industrial park but the only commercial building was a self-storage company. I wheeled myself over to the front office and walked inside. It was nice and cool and there was a a drinking fountain. I slurped down 4-5 cold cups of water and immediately felt much better. "Can I help you?", the attendant had just put down the phone after complaining with someone about not having a credit card machine. I glanced over at the front door and saw a sign that read, "Locks changed in accordance with court order." I asked the guy if he knew the tenant in C40 and he said he wasn't allowed to reveal any information. I then told him that it was supposed to be a store selling electric bikes. He looked up on his computer and found out that the tenant had vacated a few months ago.
Son of a bitch. All this riding 12 miles and one flat tire just to find out that he was out of business? And not to mention all the time spent creating a site? Was I being foolish? Yes, yes and yes. I gulped down some more water and headed out the door to start my journey back. The ride back was much easier - all downhill so travel time was cut in almost half.
I arrived home around 12:30 - a 3 1/2 hour ride. Determined to pursue this to the end, I called the number and left a message. About 30 minutes later, the phone rang and it was Jon. I introduced myself and explained that I wanted to help him and he could pay what he wanted. There was a lot of silence on the other end, probably due to his surprise at something like this coming out of the blue. I gave him the site address and invited him to call me back with his feedback. He admitted that the site needed a lot of work and agreed to take a look at it. So we will see if he is interested.
Right around the same time, I was in the middle of learning ModX Revolution 2.0, yet another CMS that was radically different than the other flavors I was used to using such as Drupal and Wordpress. The main feature of this system was its flexibility which attracted me. So I thought to myself, "why not redo this site in ModX?" The thought intrigued me. I could learn a new CMS and help revive a company that sold a product line that meshed with my values. I could then show the site to the owner and if he liked it, he could pay me or if not, I could just add it to my portfolio.
I was surprised at how easy it was to create a site using ModX. In fact, the template I used was the one in the beginners tutorial. I had the site up with just a few tweaks in less than 3 days. The next step was to meet the owner, Jon Jacobson. My plan was to visit him at his store and surprise him with the new site. I looked up the El Dorado Hills address. This was no short bike ride. It was 12 miles all uphill from Gold River up through Folsom to Blue Ravine and then all the way up Blue Ravine until it turns into Green Valley Road. This was an area that I had only traveled to maybe twice in my life so I was not too familiar with the location or the terrain. I headed out the door at 9 AM since his site said that the store hours was from 10-2 Monday through Thursday. I knew based on the hours that this was probably a business in contraction.
I made it as far as the light rail station on Folsom and Iron Point. As soon as I crossed the street, however, bad luck struck as the front tire suddenly went flat. Not a good place for this to happen since there are no bike stores around and a walk back to Gold River would take over an hour. I just stood there on the corner contemplating my predicament. I didn't want to give up because I had already ridden a decent distance. I thought and thought and suddenly remembered that there is a bike store in Folsom. I had stopped there a while back and now that store was going to be my savior. Fortunately the light rail stopped just a few feet away from the store and I was right in front of a light rail station. I quickly purchased a ticket and a train picked me up and whisked me to downtown Folsom in less than 5 minutes. I arrived just as the store, Bicycles Plus was opening for the day. The clock had just struck 10 and I knew that my adventure had just begun.
After getting the tire fixed, I headed up Riley Street and back over to Blue Ravine. I had a near collision with more than one huge SUV driven by a soccer mom who was yacking on the phone and not paying attention. I used to get pissed off by these encounters but they happen so frequently, that I have resigned myself to expecting it to happen. My goal was to hurry up and get the hell off of the street and onto a bike trail. There is a nice bike trail that runs along Blue Ravine and I picked it up at East Bidwell. Suddenly, the scenery became pleasant and quiet. I was enjoying myself until the trail came to an abrupt end. An old man was there preparing to start a ride and mentioned that it was dirt from that point on. Oh well. I got off and walked the bike back to Blue Ravine. Being the chicken that I am when it comes to cars, I simply rode on the sidewalk and that was nice too until that ended as well. Now I had to get on Blue Ravine and the cars were doing at least 50 MPH. The hill became steeper and I had to pump harder. I made it over a hump and looked down on a valley of houses and strip malls. My destination was way on the other side of the valley. I pedaled through the valley and then had to huff and puff going up another set of hills. Finally, I saw a sign that pointed to a street called Hidden Acres which was the street name of the address I was looking for. I was expecting a unit in an industrial park but the only commercial building was a self-storage company. I wheeled myself over to the front office and walked inside. It was nice and cool and there was a a drinking fountain. I slurped down 4-5 cold cups of water and immediately felt much better. "Can I help you?", the attendant had just put down the phone after complaining with someone about not having a credit card machine. I glanced over at the front door and saw a sign that read, "Locks changed in accordance with court order." I asked the guy if he knew the tenant in C40 and he said he wasn't allowed to reveal any information. I then told him that it was supposed to be a store selling electric bikes. He looked up on his computer and found out that the tenant had vacated a few months ago.
Son of a bitch. All this riding 12 miles and one flat tire just to find out that he was out of business? And not to mention all the time spent creating a site? Was I being foolish? Yes, yes and yes. I gulped down some more water and headed out the door to start my journey back. The ride back was much easier - all downhill so travel time was cut in almost half.
I arrived home around 12:30 - a 3 1/2 hour ride. Determined to pursue this to the end, I called the number and left a message. About 30 minutes later, the phone rang and it was Jon. I introduced myself and explained that I wanted to help him and he could pay what he wanted. There was a lot of silence on the other end, probably due to his surprise at something like this coming out of the blue. I gave him the site address and invited him to call me back with his feedback. He admitted that the site needed a lot of work and agreed to take a look at it. So we will see if he is interested.
Friday, July 27, 2012
Why hemp should be made legal
What is hemp? Hemp is a low THC (tetrahydrocannabinol) strain of Cannabis sativa, or marijuana. THC is the chemical in marijuana that creates the euphoria that users experience . The amount of THC in hemp is is so low, it provides no euphoric experience and hence is useless as a recreational drug. Despite the difference between the two strains, the U.S. government considers both hemp and marijuana as controlled substances under the Controlled Substance Act (CSA) as Title II of the Comprehensive Drug Abuse Prevention and Control Act of 1970.
Hemp is legally grown in other countries such as Spain, China, Japan, Korea, France, North Africa and Ireland and evidence of its use dates back to ancient civilization. Researchers have found traces of hemp composites in ancient Roman architecture. The Chinese emperor and herbalist, Chen-Nung wrote about hemp's medicinal properties over 5000 years ago. Hemp was legally grown in the United States from the founding of our Republic all the way through the early part of the twentieth century.
What is hemp good for? Hemp, unlike marijuana has many industrial and agricultural uses. According to Wikipedia, hemp is a fast growing biomass that requires few pesticides and no herbicides. Hemp can be used to make fabric, paints, bio-fuel and plastics. It is also a highly nutritious food source. It can be ground up into a meal or made into other products such as cereals, flour and protein powder. "Approximately 44% of the weight of hempseed is edible oils, containing about 80% essential fatty acids (EFAs); e.g., linoleic acid, omega-6 (LA, 55%), alpha-linolenic acid, omega-3 (ALA, 22%), in addition to gamma-linolenic acid, omega-6 (GLA, 1–4%) and stearidonic acid, omega-3 (SDA, 0–2%). Proteins (including edestin) are the other major component (33%), second only to soy (35%)."[1]
Hemp could become a valuable food source and help us wean ourselves off of our dependence on fossil fuel. The California Green Party supports the legalization of hemp and we urge our constituents to contact their representatives in congress to support H.R. 1831, the "Industrial Hemp Farming Act of 2011."
[1]http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hemp
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