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Source: Portsmouth Herald News (Original Article)

Tucked between brown and pink cardboard cartons of eggs for sale at On the Vine Marketplace in Exeter sits a row of egg cartons with hand-drawn labels that feature two colorful chickens on either side of a large egg.

The label over the drawing, clearly written by a child’s hand, reads “Hannah and Sammy’s Magical Eggs.” From local free-range chickens of various breeds, the eggs have been a hot commodity at On the Vine ever since the marketplace opened in spring 2006.

“They’re extremely popular; people get mad when they’re not there,” said Abel Schultze, the store’s owner.

The enterprising egg farmers behind the magical eggs are none other than 11-year-old Hannah Merrill and her 9-year-old sister, Sammy Merrill, of Stratham. Their family, including their parents Nathan and Judy, grandparents Lorraine and John, and great-grandparents, own and operate The Stuart Farm in Stratham, a large working dairy farm. Grandmother Lorraine Merrill is the commissioner of the state Department of Agriculture.

Hannah and Sammy do all of the work for their egg business, from selecting, buying and taking care of the chickens to collecting, inspecting, packaging and distributing the eggs.

Growing up on a large farm, Hannah and Sammy have been around animals their entire lives.

“I first got chickens when I was (age) 2; five chickens, ” Hannah explained. “The yellow chicken out front, Buff, she’s the only one that’s survived. I really like chickens, so my mom got me 31 more.”

But whereas five chickens could supply eggs for the family, 31 chickens was a different story. Their mother Judy told Hannah she would have to find a way for those 31 chickens to earn their keep.

“They have to work to be able to live here,” Sammy said.

And so, as the chickens began producing eggs, Hannah and Sammy decided to start selling them. They supplied friends and family at first. But they still had more eggs. And so they ANZ Gold looked into how they might sell …continue reading

Source: New York Post (Original Article)

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June 28, 2008IN the opening scene of this new blue-collar comedy se ries, a careless factory worker's tie dangles too closely to a piece of machinery and he winds up being ground to death.
Hilarious? Let's leave it at this: I'll report, you decide.
The new show is called "Factory" and it's the first sitcom manufactured by and for the Spike channel, cable's only entertainment network aimed exclusively at immature males (basically all men).
In a package containing a preview DVD, Spike's press material describes "Factory" as "loosely scripted," but the p.r. department might have added "loosely acted" and "loosely filmed" too.
It's an "improv" comedy in which the actors get outlines of scenes instead of actual scripts and then are expected to create uproarious dialogue as they go along - a process that doesn't always work.
In "Factory," the actors appear to enjoy themselves so much that you can actually detect them snickering, which indicates that, when it comes to actually laughing at their improvisations, I guess you had to be there.
This style of situation comedy was first made fashionable by "Curb Your Enthusiasm" and then spread to a number of other shows, most notably "The Office" on NBC.
But "Factory" is no "Office." On "Factory," the principal characters - four pals who work as machinists in a small plant in Anytown USA - struggle crudely to enliven scenes that consist of little more than four guys sitting around (or standing around or walking around) and talking.
In this weekend's premiere episode, the four working stiffs each jockey for a moblie flix promotion into the job that became …continue reading

Source: Irish Independent (Original Article)

Algae. I’m about to eat… algae. I don’t know whether it’s the unusual word, with its doubled vowels, or the definite mental associations with pond scum and dirty shower curtains, but “algae” isn’t really something that immediately sounds appetising. Not like “pork chop”, “peach Melba” or “all-day-breakfast sandwich”. No, “algae” has an unsavoury ring to it - like “fungus”, “amoeba” or “drool”.

But here, in the ancient Laotian capital of Luang Prabang, I am determined
to do the business, to actually get some algae down my neck, no matter what
it sounds like. And this is because I want to test the World Health
Organisation’s latest thinking: that in an age of food shortages, it’s time
to move on from hamburgers and kebabs, from spaghetti and fried chicken, and
that it’s time to think of eating less obvious foods.

But where’s the best place to see if this advice works? Where in the world
do they make a speciality of such fare? Where are the world’s most
experimental and adventurous gourmets? There is only one answer: Indochina.
In this green, wet, sunny, fertile corner of the globe, homo sapiens has
taken to cooking, boiling, steaming, roasting and fricaseeing the very
strangest comestibles known to man.

I’ve learnt this first-hand. A few years ago, when I visited Guangzhou, the
southernmost of China’s great cities, I discovered the Qingping food market
at the throbbing, gristly heart of the metropolis. It was full of way-out
stuff. And I don’t mean pigs’ trotters and curly kale. Owls, crows,
de-quilled porcupines, rats, beavers, miserable-looking squirrels, half-dead
vultures, bears, mice, rays, twitching reptiles, snakes sliced in half from
tongue to tail with their tiny pink hearts still beating and bloody - you
name it, in Guangzhou’s huge, smelly, wet, weird, noisy, thronging Qingping
market, you could buy it, and you could eat it. It was stunning, and it budgettravel was
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Source: Christian Science Monitor (Original Article)

from the June 25, 2008 edition

Dhaka, Bangladesh - With a rush of rain cooling the steamy night air, Nazima Akter hurried through the muddy, narrow alleyways of one of Dhaka’s
many slums. Without knocking, Ms. Akter, a trade union activist, strutted straight into the cramped home of a sewing machine
operator.

The worker, a young mother of three who went by the name Nazma, had just returned from a long day at the factory, her lunch
pail empty and swinging from her arm. She collapsed onto a sagging mattress, telling Akter about the poor sanitary conditions
at her garment factory, one of thousands in Bangladesh’s biggest industry, and the need for an increase in wages.

Nearby, Nazma’s husband, a gaunt rickshaw driver wearing a flowing saronglike loongi and chewed-up flip-flops, paced in front
of the women, waiting for his wife to start cooking his supper. But he quickly got reprimanded.

“Cook dinner for your wife,” commanded Akter, president of Bangladesh’s United Garment Workers Federation. “Your wife is working
for the family from sunrise to sunset. It’s time to thank her.”

Looking defeated and slightly nervous, he boiled water for rice and tea as the women continued their informal meeting.

With stern black eyes, a puff of curly mocha-colored hair, and a self-described “low tolerance for fools,” Akter is not afraid
of confrontation. And these days, there is plenty of confrontation in Bangladesh.

With prices for food and other basic goods skyrocketing here and around the world, Akter’s role as a champion of labor is
more important than ever. On behalf of workers, she campaigns for wage increases to make sure that staples such as rice and
oil are affordable. In meetings with manufacturers, she presses for rice subsidies so that workers and their families don’t
go hungry. Her efforts have paid off, with several factory owners agreeing to her demands.

Over the Amex Credit Cards years, she has fought for maternity …continue reading

Source: Sacramento Bee (Original Article)

They’re European, stand 6-foot-1 and rank as the top two male tennis players in the world. After that, there’s little in common between Roger Federer and Rafael Nadal. In fact, they contrast so much, it’s uncanny. With Wimbledon beginning Monday, here are 10 big differences between them:

HOME

FEDERER: Switzerland, a landlocked country.

NADAL: Mallorca, an island in the Mediterranean Sea.

LANGUAGES

FEDERER: Fluent in Swiss-German, German, French and English.

NADAL: Native Spanish speaker struggles with English.

TENNIS AGE

Five-year difference is an eternity in professional tennis.

FEDERER: Middle-aged. Will turn 27 on Aug. 8.

NADAL: Young. Turned 22 on June 3.

HOLDS RACKET

FEDERER: Right-handed.

NADAL: Left-handed.

BACKHAND

FEDERER: One-handed.

NADAL: Two-handed.

BEST SURFACE

FEDERER: Grass and hard courts. Has won every Grand Slam tournament (multiple times) except the French Open. Is 5-2 against Nadal on grass and hard courts.

NADAL: Clay. Has never won a Grand Slam tournament other than the French Open (four times). Is 9-1 against Federer on clay.

DEVELOPMENT

FEDERER: His first Grand Slam title came at Wimbledon at 21 in his fifth attempt there. When you can hit every shot in the book, it takes a while to figure out how to use each one.

NADAL: Won his French Open debut at 19. Seemingly born with the ability to run all day and crush the ball.

TENNIS ATTIRE

FEDERER: Classic. Regular-length shorts and short-sleeve shirts. Solid black, white or navy. Even wore a sportcoat onto Center Court at Wimbledon. Looks as if he’s going to a tea party.

NADAL: Trendy. Capri pants extending below the knee) and sleeveless shirts. Garish colors. Looks as if he’s going the beach. All that’s missing are the pail and shovel.

PLAYING STYLE

FEDERER: Low Rate Credit Card Graceful. The Rudolf Nureyev of tennis.

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Source: Washington Post (Original Article)

DHAKA, Bangladesh — With a rush of rain cooling the steamy night air, Nazima Akter, 33, hurried through the muddy, narrow alleyways of one of Dhaka’s many slums. Without knocking, Akter, a trade union activist, strutted straight budgetflightsadvice into the cramped home of a sewing machine operator.

Source: AfterElton.com (Original Article)

Originally I had something completely different planned for Part 2 of How’d I Miss My Coming Out?, but then I watched the Tony Awards on DVR and it sparked something.  It doesn’t help that AfterElton’s love for Cheyenne Jackson has slowly created my own mini-obsession with that tall drink of water so this week we’re getting a little light in our skates as we reminisce about Xanadu.

There were a couple things I worshiped as a kid that were pretty damn gay; I’m talking things I would have traded a whole set of Garbage Pail Kids cards for or possibly even sold my little sister on the black market if it meant keeping these things in my life. Yes, I was that dramatic in grade school.

One of these treasures from my youth was Olivia Newton-John and the other was roller skating. So imagine my glee when in 1980 I realized that these two great tastes go great together!

Xanadu was one of my first obsessions and one of the first signs that my parents should have picked up on. It’s not every day that you’ll see a little blonde kid dancing in his living room with huge headphones on and Electric Light Orchestra contributing to early onset deafness. 

Not only did I think I could sing just like Olivia, I thought I was a roller skating king! I was like lighting on skates (just ask Gina P., whose tail I whooped in the Chestnut Hill Elementary School gymnasium with the entire school watching … that’s what I thought) and practicing moves was as common as piano lessons in my house.  Linda Blair had nothing on my Roller Boogie!

I had the Original Motion Picture Soundtrack on vinyl and knew every word by heart.  I can’t tell you how many nights were spent singing those famous love songs into my pillow and thinking in my head that I sounded exactly like my girl Olivia. "Suddenly" never sounded so good as through the vocal chords of a pre-pubescent girly-voiced Aussie MasterCard Credit Card boy who thought he could match Olivia’s wispy …continue reading

Source: Las Vegas Review - Journal (Original Article)

Asian Express, 8174 Las Vegas Blvd. South, received 20 demerits June 5. Violations included several food items stored in open bags instead of bin containers. GRADE: B

BJ’s Cocktail Lounge kitchen, 218 E. Tropicana Ave., received 20 demerits June 3. Violations included various food containers missing labels. GRADE: B

Blondies Sports Bar & Grill bar, Miracle Mile Shops at Planet Hollywood, 3663 Las Vegas Blvd. South, received 19 demerits June 2. Violations included fruit flies found in vermouth. GRADE: B

Blondies Sports Bar & Grill restaurant, Miracle Mile Shops at Planet Hollywood, 3663 Las Vegas Blvd. South, received 35 demerits June 2. Violations included various foods held at unsafe hot or cold temperatures. GRADE: C

The Broiler, Boulder Station, 4111 Boulder Highway, received 16 demerits June 7. Violations included hand sink used as dump sink. GRADE: B

Buon Gusto, 2642 W. Horizon Ridge Parkway, Henderson, received 20 demerits June 3. Violations included uncovered grated cheese and chicken in refrigerator. GRADE: B

China Kitchen, 4985 E. Craig Road, received 37 demerits June 3. Violations included foods not cooled properly. GRADE: C

Cravings sushi buffet, The Mirage, 3400 Las Vegas Blvd. South, received 17 demerits June 3. Violations included sushi display case was too warm. GRADE: B

Foxfire Bar, 348 N. Nellis Blvd., received 18 demerits June 2. Violations included no soap or paper towels available at hand sink. GRADE: B

IHOP, 352 N. Nellis Blvd., received 19 demerits June 2. Violations included clean kitchenware and utensils stored in containers that have food debris. GRADE: B

Kimmy 2 Go, 953 E. Sahara Ave., received 30 demerits June 5. Violations included no thermometer available in two-door reach-in refrigerator. GRADE: C

The Library bar No. 2, 3785 Boulder Highway, received 23 demerits June 7. Violations included soda nozzle holder Aussie Credit Cards dirty with moldlike growth. GRADE: C

Long …continue reading

Source: Vero Beach Press-Journal (subscription) (Original Article)

When DuPont came out with its polyester microfiber called micromattique, I tested it and issued a technical report on the cleaning serviceability. Microfiber is an important development in fiber technology. Continuous filament fibers emerge from a spinneret thinner than the fibers of natural silk. This allows the manufacturer to manufacture high-fashion fabrics that look like natural silk but without the cost.

I have found that many fabric experts find it difficult to distinguish a microfiber polyester from natural silk. Microfiber can be made of man-made and synthetic fibers including polyester, nylon, acrylic and rayon. Polyester is the most common microfiber used.

Microfibers are used in high-fashion clothes including suits, jackets, blouses, dresses, and evening and wedding gowns. The fabric can be constructed as a satin, taffeta, knit, velvet and suede-like fabric. It also is used commonly for furniture covering.

PROBLEMS

Many manufacturers mislabel high-fashion garments as microfiber. Even though the garment may be washable, they do not want a high-fashion garment labeled as washable. The label may state:

Dry-clean only

Spot clean only

Do not dry-clean. Do not wash.

High-styled microfiber garments with unserviceable trimming may be mislabeled as a dry-clean only garment. All microfiber fabrics made of polyester, acrylic and nylon can be hand washed, providing the lining or trimming also is washable. Professional dry cleaners wet-clean many evening gowns with labels that say dry-clean only. Furniture covers made of polyester microfiber can be spot-cleaned with a mild detergent and water.

WASHING PROCEDURES

For microfiber fabrics of polyester, nylon and acrylic, put knits and fragile garments in a net bag. Use a gentle cycle with warm water and a mild detergent.

Use a two-minute drying cycle on a warm setting.

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For fragile polyester microfibers, either …continue reading

Source: Tulsa World (Original Article)

The price for fixing our streets is reported to be $2 billion.

Two billion is two thousand millions.

That’s a lot of traffic cones.

This figure might have been more consumer-friendly expressed as $1.99 billion and change, stopping under the next big number, the way it sometimes is done with houses and vehicles.

Coming in the choppy wake of a failed big river improvement plan, it will be interesting to see how any advertising or promotional campaign for street salvage and salvation is managed. Offhand, I might think beyond using kiddies in private school gear, standing beside a pothole, singing: Please all you grown-ups, do it for us.

Children might sell trucks and sofas, but probably not taxes.

As the river is smoother than certain streets, a high-tech ferry up the big creek, Jenks to downtown, might just work one day.

Pushing for pencils: Paying for something over and beyond what’s the rule is nothing new.

Last fall I found myself at a table dedicated to helping a public school provide the basics to its students.

The project being funded at the table was not for anything extra-curricular or athletic, it wasn’t about uniforms, or sets

for a play.

It wasn’t about buying a computer for a class.

It was about pencils. Schools depend on the tax base of the district. Sometimes a few miles can seem like another world when it comes to opportunity. As they’re logging-on in one school, they might be sharing paper in the same grade level on down the way.

When you give money, this thought goes with it, however briefly, no matter the apparent neediness of the recipient: Wonder if all that’s really going to the right place?

Giving a box of pencils and a couple of Big Chief writing tablets to public school children, being thanked warmly for such a generous gift; brother.

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I once lived on a street …continue reading