Mak Erot, a woman who could enlarge and lengthen penis, now has died. But no worries, tiny dicks, she had taught her grandchildren her magic.

Come to Jl. Kebon Sirih Barat Dalam 1 no. 56, Jakarta Pusat, Jakarta, Indonesia, pick a size,

and in a couple of days... boom! your 'little boy' would have grown into a 'macho man'. You want that extra 3 inches, don't you?

A bicyclist was killed in an early-morning collision on Outer Loop at the Interstate 65 overpass, a police spokesman said.

The bicyclist, a man who appeared to be in his early 40s, was traveling westbound on Outer Loop at the time of the accident, said Officer Phil Russell, the Louisville Metro Police spokesman.

A preliminary investigation indicates that a mid-1990s Honda Accord driven by a man in his mid 30s was following a tractor-trailer in the left lane, Russell said. The motorist apparently switched into the right lane to go around the semi and struck the bicyclist, who was traveling in the right lane, he said.

Police are investigating, and "one westbound lane (of Outer Loop) is shut down" at the interstate overpass, Russell said just after 7:30. 

If and when we get more updates, we will post them. If you either drive a car or ride a bike, please BE AWARE and SHARE THE ROAD.

UPDATE, 9:25 PM: The Courier-Journal has identified the cyclist:

The victim is Vance Kokojan, 42, of Louisville, who lived in the 1800 block of Deer Park Avenue, said Gayle Norris, Jefferson County deputy coroner.

Norris said Kokojan was on his way to work at UPS when the accident occurred.

Kokojan, who was pronounced dead at the scene, died of multiple blunt force injuries, Norris said.

The identity of the operator of the car has not been released because no charges have been filed against the driver, said Officer Phil Russell, spokesman for LMPD.

A personal recollection of Fernando cannot go without remarking on his eyes. He had the most sparkling eyes I have ever seen, even to a few weeks before he died (on July 4th) when we met for coffee at La Tasca, as we often did. The sparkle was there unto the end, when he was reaching ninety. By then, he was still willing to talk about how he managed to wage another kind of Spanish Civil War. His eyes always sparkled with his memories. "A lot of it never went into the book," he used to say.

The book is Caín: Otra forma de hacer la guerra, or ‘Caín: Another Way to Wage War', as told to and written by Luis Vallecillo Durán and published by Editorial Regueira in December 1995. It is a remarkable story about a remarkable character, possibly best explained by the blurb on the back: "For no real reason, Caín spent the strange Civil War on the Republican side. Although there have been various and repeated attempts at explaining the defeat of the reds, the real truth has not emerged until now: it was Caín's fault."

The last paragraph of Chapter 1 reads as follows: "Almost all the names are real. Almost all the names are fiction. Almost everything I tell here are things that actually happened, possibly. It is my memory of something I lived through, disarranged by memory. I have invented nothing. Only what is necessary. It is the story of something that is no longer important, because it is history out of date. But it happened. What I told the writer is what I remembered. But if he put it into another order, it is not my fault. And it's not important." No, it is no longer important, Fernando, except to learn from the past and to learn from you.

Eight years of waging war against an enemy he felt no animosity towards and therefore waging his own war against hunger and injustice, against stupidity and prejudice. Eight years that began in his early teens. Eight years that included imprisonment at a victor's work camp and military service under Franco. Eight years with a sense of humour that never left him, even in the midst of misery and cross-fire. And which was still there until just a few weeks ago. There are innumerable stories in the book, innumerable names of people of the village, passed and present; and more used to come from him over coffee, told with sparkling eyes and a voice that only passion could evince.

I will miss those eyes and that passion, old friend; those stories and your humour. I will miss those coffees, old friend. And it was my turn to pay...

(Thanks to TioJimeno for the first two photos)

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.

He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as knowing when to come in out of the rain, why the early bird gets the worm, life isn't always fair, and maybe it was my fault.

Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you earn) and reliable parenting strategies (adults, not children, are in charge).

His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a six-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.

Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job they themselves failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer Panadol, sun lotion or a Band-Aid to a student but could not inform the parents when a student became pregnant or wanted to have an abortion.

Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband, churches became businesses, and criminals received better treatment than their victims.

Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.

Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason. He is survived by three stepbrothers; I Know My Rights, Someone Else is to Blame, and I'm A Victim.

Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone.

If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.

In 2006, Katie Reider developed a tumor in her upper left jaw that progressed into her sinus, skull base and left eye orbit. Over the course of one year, the rare facial tumor took away her sight in one eye, her voice and most importantly, her ability to perform. We last saw her last summer at the Taste of Cincinnati festival. She appeared in good spirits, normal looking, but was much skinnier from some of the tests early on in her treatment.

She had moved to New York to be closer to specialist who could treat her. I didn't know the severity of her condition until earlier this year, they posted pictures of her deterioration to the 500Kin365 MySpace page. It saddened me greatly then, but it seemed as if progress was being made (specifically this post on July 1st, 2008). As of a post Monday morning on her family's health blog, Katie Reider's fight with the tumor came to an end at 7am on Monday, July 14th.

This is something that saddens me deeply (I've had to pause and cry several times while typing this). Some artists I have seen or followed musically who have passed on impacted me deeply (Elliott Smith's passing hit me like a ton of bricks). Katie Reider is not an exception to this deep impact on me. She was a jewel in the rough in the onslaught of many mediocre singer-songwriters. She was a genuine person trying to bring her joy to others around her. She was a wounded body, stricken by something that medicine doesn't know how to take care of yet.

I don't know if there's an afterlife. I don't think words do any justice along those lines. If anything, I'm just glad that she's finally at rest. I just hope that she knew that she was and is a joy in many peoples' lives. I thank her for her impact on my life. She made good music that made me happy to have open ears and a youthful vigor to see live music in my hometown. I wish for her family and friends the peace that she's finally done with the pain.

If you feel moved, you can help support her young family with a donation here:
http://www.500kin365.org/

I have nothing else to add but my gratitude.

~Dan

I clicked the link, face falling

Champagne back in fridge.

Even worse, this probably mean Mike Battaglia will be calling for Churchill in the fall.  Gahh...

I can't imagine still writing this blog 80 years from now. But then again that is a very large part of my blog, life's little experiences, which 80 years onward, I am sure I will have gained much. What am I talking about? I am talking about Olive Riley of Australia, who died last week. Known as the "Worlds Oldest Blogger", she'd just started blogging a year or two ago, but she packed in over a century's worth of wisdom into that time. Check her blog out here. It begins with a Rest In Peace message addressed to Olive, written by her friends and family, but after that you will see over seventy postings from Riley herself.

Si è spenta Olive Riley, la Nonna di tutti i bloggers.

in queste ore sarà quasi impossibile connettersi al suo blog, per chi volesse visitarlo l'indirizzo è questo www.allaboutolive.com.au/

As a kid growing up in the Baltimore area, I had been a hardcore Orioles fan. Brooks Robinson, Dave McNally, Boog Powell, and Luis Aparicio were a just a few of my childhood heroes and lucky for me, I actually got to see them play at Memorial Stadium with my dad. Being there was magical. It was like being in another dimension. But even though I followed the Orioles faithfully early on, I was a bit smitten by the mystique and legend of the Bronx Bombers. I thought they were giants (not the New York or San Francisco versions). Whenever the Yankees played the O's, I figured every Yankees hitter would probably hit a homer in every game.

It was strange how the mystique of the Yankees was embedded into my conscience. Even when I was playing Little League baseball, I always expected that the team that wore the Yankee pinstripes to be the team to beat. Legends and myths have that kind of power over one's mind.

As I got older, and after living in North Carolina and Ohio from third grade through high school, I lost my interest in the Orioles and following major league baseball. Football was my passion and I didn't concern myself with how "the Birds" were doing. But all that change when I began playing pitch-and-catch with my son, Aaron. He got me thinking about baseball all over again and it was his joy and enthusiasm for the sport that got my juices going one more time. Just so happened, he was a fan of none other than the New York Yankees.  I blame him for making me a Yankees fan.  (He blames me for making him a Dolphins fan!)

It wasn't long after moving to Connecticut that we began to take trips to "the house that Ruth built, " Yankee Stadium in The Bronx. To this day, those treks are some of my most-cherished moments, not because it was about the Yankees or New York, but because it was about my son. He was in his element and his joy was evident.  Even at a very young age, he could rattle off ERA's, batting averages, who was who, the standings, and a ton of trivia. He even knew how to pronounce Mike Pagliarulo's name properly. (It's "PAH-lee-AH-ROO-low")  Fortunately, when we weren't able to go to New York to see the Yankees in person, our local cable company carried most of the Yankee games on WPIX, Channel 11.  At the time, they were the Yankees' main broadcast station. That's where we got to know Bobby Murcer. Game after game, he and Phil Rizzuto would talk baseball, golf, birthdays, anniversaries, and a hot of nonbaseball-related subjects.  Scooter's favorite subject however was about his beloved cannolis. Actually, during their time together, Bobby Murcer would keep everyone in tune with what was going on the field while Scooter would talk about whatever was on his mind. It was fun to listen to.  Great comedy and always interesting.  Win or lose, Scooter and Murcer would leave you entertained.

It's been a while since we've heard Bobby Murcer's play-by-play, but I'm sure that in that mystical field of dreams, if Murcer and Rizzuto are not on the field playing, you know they're calling the game between cannolis.

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]]> http://latinolikeme.wordpress.com/?p=204 Mon, 14 Jul 2008 03:33:13 +0000 profe http://latinolikeme.wordpress.com/?p=204 Poet, teacher, advocate, and friend Alfred Arteaga passed away on July 4th. Loved ones celebrated his life and work at a memorial service this past Saturday. Those of you who had the pleasure of crossing his path at UC Berkeley know what a humorous and caring person he was. He will most certainly be missed.

Here is the obituary released by the campus.

Poet Alfred Arteaga, professor of Chicano and ethnic studies, dies at 58

By Rachel Tompa, Media Relations; 11 July 2008

BERKELEY – Alfred Arteaga, renowned poet and professor of Chicano and ethnic studies at the University of California, Berkeley, died on July 4 of a heart attack at Kaiser Permanente Medical Center in Santa Clara. He was 58.

Arteaga was a pioneer in post-colonial and ethnic minority literature studies and an important early Chicano movement poet. He was an expert on the works of Shakespeare and the Mexican poet Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz. Arteaga originally joined the UC Berkeley faculty in 1990 as an assistant professor of English and was tenured in the Department of Ethnic Studies in 1998.

Arteaga was interested in the collisions of different cultures and the resulting mixtures. His early focus on the Renaissance eventually merged with his later work on Chicano literature, particularly the merging of Western and indigenous influences in the Americas after European colonization as reflected in language and literature. His studies and teaching focused on the contributions of contemporary Chicano literature and music to American culture. He drew attention to the hybrid culture of Chicano writers by focusing on their hybrid use of language.

"He was really a renaissance man," said Laura Pérez, associate professor of Chicano and ethnic studies at UC Berkeley. "But in contrast to most people, he not only mastered a European education, but he had a profound knowledge of indigenous traditions, philosophies and aesthetics of the pre-Columbian world."

Arteaga's most recent book of poetry, "Frøzen Accident" (2006), "is absolutely brilliant and his masterpiece," Pérez said. "It's very bold, daring and successful." In the book, Pérez said, Arteaga stages a conversation between Western and pre-Columbian schools of thought around the meaning of life, the possibility of truth and the uncertainty of the afterlife, concluding that art and poetry triumph over nihilist philosophy and are the closest we can come to obtaining truth. "I feel that his work is an embodiment of that," she said. "He infused his insights as an artist into his studies as a scholar."

On a personal level, Arteaga was a warm man, Pérez said. "He was a very beautiful, very large- hearted, generous human being. He was loved and respected by his students as a caring mentor and by his colleagues as a collegial man with an easy laugh."

Beatriz Manz, chair of the Department of Ethnic Studies at UC Berkeley, agreed. "He always seemed to have a permanent smile on his face," Manz wrote in an e-mail. "His students loved him. His office was a few doors away from mine, and I always had to contend with students sitting on the floor outside his office and maneuver walking over a dozen stretched-out legs."

Arteaga won several awards, including the PEN Oakland/Josephine Miles Award for Literary Excellence in 1998 for his book of essays, "House with the Blue Bed" (1997). He also received a National Endowment for the Arts creative writing fellowship in poetry in 1995.

Besides "Frøzen Accident," Arteaga published four other collections of poetry, "Zero Act" (2006), "Red" (2000), "Love in the Time of Aftershocks" (1998) and "Cantos" (1991). His poem "Corrido Blanco" from "Cantos" was memorialized as part of the Berkeley Poetry Walk, a collection of poems set in cast-iron panels in the sidewalk on Addison Street in the city of Berkeley. A sixth collection of Arteaga's poetry will be published posthumously, Pérez said. Arteaga also published a book on literary theory, "Chicano Poetics: Heterotexts and Hybridities" (1997) and edited "An Other Tongue: Nation and Ethnicity in the Linguistic Borderlands" (1994), a collection of essays.

Arteaga began writing poetry at the age of 8, said his daughter, Mireya Arteaga. His love of music and his passion for the written word were always entwined, she said.

Pérez said Arteaga had many interests outside of poetry - he loved to travel and spoke and read many languages, including Spanish, English, French, Portuguese and Latin. His daughter said he was well-versed in every topic she could think of. "There wasn't a question I could ask him that he didn't know the answer to, from cars to language to travel to food to foreign language to science to geography to current events to movie trivia," she said. "Not once in my 29 years of life, or my sisters' 30-plus years, did we ever stump him."

Alfred Arteaga was born in 1950 in Los Angeles. He received a master of fine arts degree in creative writing from Columbia University in 1974, and a master's degree and doctorate in literature from UC Santa Cruz in 1984 and 1987, respectively. Before coming to UC Berkeley in 1990, he was an assistant professor of English at the University of Houston for three years.

In 1999, Arteaga suffered a massive heart attack and spent six weeks in a coma. He recovered, but had another heart attack in 2005. In 2006, he traveled to Thailand, where doctors cultivated Arteaga's stem cells from his blood and injected them into his heart in an experimental procedure that was an alternative to a heart transplant. His family and friends organized several poetry reading benefits for this procedure.

Arteaga is survived by his daughters, Marisol Arteaga and Xochitl Arteaga of Los Angeles and Mireya Arteaga of Aptos; sisters, Tisa Reeves and Rebecca Olsen of San Jose; mother, Lillian Wilding of San Jose; and two grandchildren.

A campus memorial service is being planned for the early fall.

HOUSTON (AP) - Dr. Michael DeBakey, the world-famous cardiovascular surgeon who pioneered such now-common procedures as bypass surgery and invented a host of devices to help heart patients, has died. He was 99.

DeBakey died Friday night at The Methodist Hospital in Houston from "natural causes," according to a statement issued early Saturday by Baylor College of Medicine and The Methodist Hospital.

DeBakey counted world leaders among his patients and helped turn Baylor from a provincial school into one of the nation's great medical institutions.

"Dr. DeBakey's reputation brought many people into this institution, and he treated them all: heads of state, entertainers, businessmen and presidents, as well as people with no titles and no means," said Ron Girotto, president of The Methodist Hospital System.

Girotto said the surgeon "has improved the human condition and touched the lives of generations to come."

"There is no question that he was one of the pioneers of cardiovascular surgery in the last half of the 20th century," Dr. Denton Cooley, president and surgeon-in-chief at the Texas Heart Institute in Houston and longtime DeBakey rival, said Saturday.

Cooley said one of DeBakey's greatest legacies is "that he influenced so many students to pursue careers in cardiovascular surgery."

While still in medical school in 1932, he invented the roller pump, which became the major component of the heart-lung machine, beginning the era of open-heart surgery. The machine takes over the function of the heart and lungs during surgery.

It was the start of a lifetime of innovation. The surgical procedures that DeBakey developed once were the wonders of the medical world. Today, they are commonplace procedures in most hospitals. He also was a pioneer in the effort to develop artificial hearts and heart pumps to assist patients waiting for transplants, and helped create more than 70 surgical instruments.

On Saturday, former colleagues and other medical professionals gathered at the still-uncompleted DeBakey Library on the Baylor College of Medicine to remember DeBakey as a "medical statesman" and perhaps the most prominent doctor in the world in the second half of the 20th century.

"He took risks that others might not take to advance medicine and to prove the value of the procedures," said Dr. Bobby R. Alford, chancellor of the Baylor College of Medicine. "He had impeccable judgment."

"Millions of people are alive today because of the prior work of Dr. DeBakey for the past 60 years," said Dr. Marc Boom, executive vice president of The Methodist Hospital.

In early 2006, at the age of 97, DeBakey underwent surgery for a damaged aorta — a procedure he had developed.

"It is a miracle. I really should not be here," DeBakey said in a rare interview published later that year in The New York Times.

Dr. William T. Butler, a colleague of DeBakey's at Baylor, said in March 2006 that DeBakey established himself with his surgical firsts as the "maestro of cardiovascular surgery."

"Dr. DeBakey was never afraid to challenge the status quo, often going against the tide," Butler said. "Some times his colleagues did not really accept his visionary ideas, particularly as he propelled beyond the boundaries of existing scientific dogma."

In a 1985 Associated Press interview, DeBakey said: "I'm accused of being a perfectionist and, in the way it's usually defined, I guess I am. In medicine, and certainly in surgery, you have to be as perfect as possible. There's no room for mistakes."

DeBakey was the first to perform replacement of arterial aneurysms and obstructive lesions in the mid-1950s. He later developed bypass pumps and connections to replace excised segments of diseased arteries.

A tireless worker and a stern taskmaster, DeBakey literally had scores of patients under his care at any one time. He performed more than 60,000 heart surgeries during his 70-year career, The Methodist Hospital said.

His patients ranged from penniless peasants to such famous figures as the Duke of Windsor, the Shah of Iran, King Hussein of Jordan, Turkish President Turgut Ozal, Nicaraguan Leader Violetta Chamorro and presidents Kennedy, Johnson and Nixon.

But he said celebrities didn't get special treatment on the operating table: "Once you incise the skin, you find that they are all very similar."

In 1996, he flew to Moscow to help examine ailing Russian President Boris Yeltsin and served as a consultant when Yeltsin underwent surgery.

DeBakey served as chairman of the President's Commission on Heart Disease, Cancer and Stroke during Johnson's administration and helped establish the National Library of Medicine. He was author of more than 1,000 medical reports, papers, chapters and books on surgery, medicine and related topics.

"I like my work, very much. I like it so much that I don't want to do anything else," DeBakey said.

In 1953, he performed the first Dacron graft to replace part of an occluded artery. In the 1960s, he began coronary arterial bypasses.

In 1962, DeBakey received a $2.5 million grant to work on an artificial heart that could be implanted without being linked to an exterior console. In 1966, he was the first to successfully use a partial artificial heart — a left ventricular bypass pump.

It was the first implantation of a complete artificial heart by Cooley in 1969 that led to the famous feud between the two surgeons that lasted until the two publicly made amends in 2007. The patient, Haskell Karp, 47, lived on the artificial heart for nearly five days, then received a heart transplant, but died 36 hours later.

Cooley was censured by the medical school and the National Heart Institute for using the experimental device, and he and DeBakey traded accusations. Cooley, who contended Karp was so ill he had no choice but to operate, left Baylor and established the Texas Heart Institute at St. Luke's Episcopal Hospital in the Texas Medical Center.

Meanwhile, the effort to save lives through heart transplants was stalled. Dr. Christiaan Bernard in South Africa had performed the first human heart transplant in history in late 1967. In the United States, DeBakey and Cooley were among those who began performing the transplants, but death rates were high because the recipients' bodies rejected the new organs.

The advent of a new anti-rejection drug, cyclosporine, gave new impetus to organ transplants in the 1980s. In 1984, DeBakey performed his first heart transplant in 14 years.

His work as an inventor continued. In the late 1990s, DeBakey brought out a ventricular assist device touted as one-tenth the size of current heart pumps that helped ease suffering for patients waiting for heart transplants.

In the late 1990s, he took an active role in creating the Michael E. DeBakey Heart Institute at Hays Medical Center in Hays, Kan.

DeBakey was born Sept. 7, 1908, in Lake Charles, La., the son of Lebanese immigrants. He got interested in medicine while listening to physicians chat at his father's pharmacy.

"I always knew I wanted to be a doctor. I just didn't know what kind," DeBakey once said.

He received his bachelor's and medical degrees from Tulane University in New Orleans.

He recalled in 1999 that the time he finished medical school in 1932, "there was virtually nothing you could do for heart disease. If a patient came in with a heart attack, it was up to God."

DeBakey's first wife, Diana Cooper DeBakey, died of a heart attack in 1972. He is survived by his second wife, Katrin Fehlhaber, their daughter, and two of his four sons from his first marriage.

Copyright © 2008 The Associated Press ]]> http://iainhall.wordpress.com/?p=1760 Sun, 13 Jul 2008 22:12:09 +0000 Iain Hall http://iainhall.wordpress.com/?p=1760 there are times when I feel that I am a very old blogger. But clearly compared to Olive Riley I am a spring chicken :)

OLIVE Riley ... at Woy Woy Community Nursing home last year. Renowned as the world's oldest blogger, Mrs Riley has died aged 108.

OLIVE Riley, the Australian woman who was renowned as the world's oldest internet blogger, has made her final post, aged 108.

Mrs Riley, of Woy Woy on NSW's central coast, died in a nursing home just after 6am (AEST) yesterday.

She will be mourned by family and an international readership in the thousands.

"It was mind blowing to her," said her great grandson Darren Stone, of Brisbane.

"She had people communicating with her from as far away as Russia and America on a continual basis, not just once in a while."

Olive had posted more than 70 entries on her blog - or as she jokingly labelled it, her "blob" - since February last year.

Well I hope that I last as long as Olive did and that I can still find things to blog about eight years after I get that telegram from the Queen. This story just goes to show that blogging need not just be a young person's pastime  it can be fun for young and old ...
Cheers Comrades
:)

Andrew Weed, of Sweetwater Drive, Dothan, died early Wednesday morning, May 14, 2008, in the emergency room of a Dothan hospital. He was 2 years old. Funeral services will be held at 11:00 A.M. Saturday, May 17, 2008, in the Holman-Headland Mortuary Chapel with Reverend James Deese officiating. Burial will follow in the Magnolia Free Will Baptist Cemetery, near Midland City. The family will receive friends from 5:00 until 7:00 P.M. Friday at the mortuary in Headland. At other times, the family will be at the home of, Rose Blakey-Phillips, 4012 Woodberry Drive, Dothan. Flowers will be accepted or memorial contributions may be made to any Regions Bank location, c/o the Drew Weed Benefit Fund. Drew was born in Dothan, Alabama to two very loving parents. He was a sweet and happy child who loved looking at bright lights. Drew is in heaven now with the brightest light of all. Every time you look up at the blue sky above you can think of our sweet Drew who had the most beautiful blue eyes you’ve ever seen. He was a precious little boy to his parents and all who knew him. Drew’s smile and personality would light up a room and his parents hearts. He was cherished and will be greatly missed. Drew was preceded in death by a grandfather, Terry Mike Weed, a grandmother, Audrey Allison, great-grandfathers, Elleroy Mathis and Fritz O’Steen, Jr. Surviving relatives include his parents, Andrew Charles Weed and Jennifer Mathis Weed, Dothan; a sister, Allison Martha (Alli) Weed, Dothan; grandparents, Martha O’Steen Weed, Kenner, LA; Robert and Marla Jean Mathis, New Brockton, AL; great-grandparents, Betty Jo Mathis, Enterprise, AL; Margaret O’Steen, Dothan, formerly of Napier Field; Howard and Dolly Allison, Tulsa, OK; aunts and uncles, Kristi and Chris Folds, Phenix City, AL; Anthony and Sabrina Weed, Enterprise, AL; Aaron Weed and Amy Trapp, Dothan; cousins, Ryan Folds, Jessica Folds, Avery Weed, Connor Kelley, Jaron Kelley and Madelyn KelleyServing as active pallbearers will be Anthony Weed, Aaron Weed, David Pattie and Nino Indelcato.

ATKINSON, N.H. — Deidre A. "DeeDee" Budzyna, 20, of Atkinson, N.H., died Thursday, June 26, 2008 at Parkland Medical Center in Derry, N.H.

Born in Methuen, she was a lifelong resident of Atkinson. She attended the Hampstead Montessori School and Atkinson Academy. A member of the Timberlane Regional High School, Class of 2006, Deidre trained in courses for Early Childhood Development. She was also a volunteer for the Mealey's Meals Program and worked as a program assistant for the Southern District YMCA School's Out Program. A member of St. Anne's Parish of Hampstead, Deidre worked as a nanny for a local family and enjoyed socializing with her friends, spending time at the lake with her neighbors, jet-skiing, and going for rides in her dad's boat. She was also devoted to her dog "Bella." She is survived by her parents, Walter R. and Gail S. (Schettino) Budzyna, of Atkinson, N.H.; her sister, Nicole M. Budzyna of Atkinson; her maternal grandmother, Marie (Manganaro) Schettino, of Tewksbury; her Godfather, Vincent "Jimmy" Schettino and his wife, Lisa of Parkland, Fla.; her Godmother, Irene Chenard and her husband, Richard of Dracut; her boyfriend, Chris Ela of Ft. Myers, Fla., and many other friends, family, and cousins.

ARRANGEMENTS: Relatives and friends may call on Tuesday, July 1 from 2 to 4 and 6 to 9 p.m. at Brookside Chapel & Funeral Home, 116 Main St., Route 121A, Plaistow, N.H. Her funeral will be held on Wednesday, July 2 at 10:30 a.m. from the funeral home with a Mass of Christian Burial at noon in Holy Angels Church, Atkinson Depot Rd., Plaistow, N.H. Burial will be in the Polish Catholic National Cemetery, Methuen. The family requests that donations be made to a scholarship fund to be established in Deidre's name c/o Timberlane Regional High School, 30 Greenough Road., Plaistow, NH.

TERRELL R. RICHMOND, 17, student, died June 24, 2008. Visitation will be from 1-6 p.m. Monday, June 30 at Gillespie Funeral Home and Tuesday from 11 a.m. til service at 12 p.m. at St. Paul Missionary Baptist Church, 1393 Hwy. 309 N. with burial in St. Paul Cemetery in Byhalia. He leaves his mother, Betty A. Richmond of Byhalia, MS; father, Rickey Thompson of Chattanooga, TN; three sisters, Calvertis Brown of Memphis, TN, Trashaunduria J. Richmond, Jessica White of Byhalia, MS; grandparents, Mary Wooten, James Wooten of Byhalia, MS; Marvine Thompson of Chattanooga, TN; great-grandmother, Brodie M. Wooten of Byhalia, MS. Gillespie Funeral Home 662-895-2470

Austin Lee McNeal

"La tragedia è ormai triste realtà. Non ci sono più speranze".  "Nones e Kehrer stanno proseguendo verso la cima per poi tornare a valle su un'altra via. Fino al loro arrivo al campo base passeranno due, tre giorni"

Lo ha detto all'ANSA Herbert Mussner, il manager dello scalatore altoatesino finito in un crepaccio sul Nanga Parbat.

Tutti gli aggiornamenti, il suo profilo e le sue scalate sul sito di Karl Unterkircher

altri aggiornamenti e foto sul sito Montagna.tv dal quale abbiamo tratto questa foto dove è evidenziata la "via" percorsa dagli scalatori

La tragedia ha immediatamente riportato alla memoria quanto accadde a Reinhold Messner, di seguito riportiamo un'intervista concessa a Corriere.it

«Appena ho saputo che cosa è successo a Karl Unterkircher sul Nanga Parbat il mio pensiero è volato a 38 anni fa. Lassù, proprio su quella montagna morì mio fratello Günther. Era con me, sulla difficile via del ritorno. Per anni mi hanno accusato di non aver fatto abbastanza per salvarlo, ma non è così»

Adesso gli altri due alpinisti, Simon Kehrer e Walter Nones rischiano di essere accusati come è successo a lei?
«Karl è morto. E' coperto di neve. Cosa possono fare per lui i suoi compagni di scalata? Io credo che non saranno accusati di averlo abbandonato. Invece hanno il diritto, anzi, hanno l'obbligo di salvare la loro vita. Che cosa avrebbero dovuto fare? Aspettare di morire perché il capo non ce l'ha fatta? Sono certo che tutto quello che potevano fare lo hanno fatto. Ora che pensino a loro stessi, anche con questo dolore nel cuore».

Ieri, a Monaco, durante la presentazione del suo ultimo libro proprio sul Nanga Parbat, Messner ha mostrato le fotografie della parete Rakhiot, ancora inviolata. Gli hanno chiesto perché nessuno ha mai tentato quella scalata e Reinhold ha risposto che l'impresa era in corso, che c'erano tre altoatesini lassù. Non poteva ancora sapere.

Ma ora Kehrer e Nones ce la faranno senza la loro guida?
«Sono alpinisti molto esperti, ma le loro condizioni psicofisiche sono delicatissime. Hanno perso il compagno, so che i satellitari sono ormai scarichi e non hanno più alcun contatto con chi è al campo base. Capisco l'angoscia e la paura che staranno vivendo. Sono soli con la montagna. Devono farsi forza».

Sharon K. Gette, 51, of Florence, died Wednesday at her residence.

She was a technician with Ellison Surface Technologies, Hebron.

Survivors include her husband, Micheal Gette; a daughter Kelly King of Florence; a stepson, Murphy Gette; her mother, Barbara Rodgers; her stepmother and father, Jeri and Robert Faehr Sr. of Latonia; brothers, Michael T. Smith, Robert H. Faehr Jr., Nicholas Rodgers, Michael William Faehr, and Anthony J. Faehr; sisters, Roseann Fryman, Pamela Jo Smith, Roberta L. Faehr, Karen A. Faehr, Teresa L. Faehr, Nancy Kerns, Paula J. Faehr, Kelly J. O'Malley, and Paula J. Faehr; and two grandchildren.

Mass of Christian burial will be at 3 p.m. Monday at Linnemann Funeral Home, Erlanger. Visitation will begin there at 1 p.m. Monday. Mrs. Gette will be cremated.

Memorials are suggested to the Sharon K. Gette Memorial Fund, in care of any Fifth Third Bank branch. ]]> http://gonebutnotforgotten2.wordpress.com/?p=30 Wed, 16 Jul 2008 01:59:37 +0000 GBNF http://gonebutnotforgotten2.wordpress.com/?p=30 Lillian Brook Manis AUGUST 15, 1990 - JULY 12, 2008
Lillian "Lilli" Broox Manis died in a tragic car collision in the early morning of July 12, 2008 on Glenwood Ave in Raleigh, NC. She was just one month shy of her 18th birthday, and was set to go to Earlham College in Richmond IN at the end of August.
She is survived by her mother, Elizabeth, her father, Paul, and her younger brother, Cameron, her cat, Millo, her maternal grandmother, Lillian Hughes Webster, her paternal grandmother, Doris Manis, her uncles Mike Webster, Will Webster, Luke Manis, Thomas Manis, and her many friends from SAYF, Duke Young Writer's Camp, Chapel Hill High School, and her many other friends whose lives she touched and loved throughout her short life.
She was preceded in death by her maternal grandfather, Willie Broox Webster and her paternal grandfather, Jaye Parke Manis.
Lilli was born at Johns Hopkins Hospital in Baltimore MD. She spent her early years living in Columbia MD, where she attended Young School and Fulton Elementary. Lilli was talented at many things, and began playing viola in third grade, practicing with her father. After moving to Chapel Hill in 1999, she went on to play in the McDougle Middle School and Chapel Hill High School orchestras, and went on the Mozart 250th concert tour in Austria in 2006. She graduated from Chapel Hill High School in June, 2008. She has been described by her family and friends as creative, independent, thoughtful, kind, sensitive, insightful, artistic, talented, humorous, easy-going and beautiful. The family is very grateful for the memories and photos posted on the Facebook Website: "Rest In Peace Lilli Manis"
(http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=2271 1931265).
Lilli also loved Asian Studies, and especially Japanese culture. When she was just three, she had her first Kimono and fans. She loved manga and Japanese movies. Her favorite animals were pandas and owls, and she had a large collection of owls from around the world.
She was a talented artist in many ways, and worked in charcoal, pencil, watercolors, as well as digital media. Her favorite subjects were people, although she also drew animals, flowers and landscapes. She had a tremendous eye for light, shape and shadow. Lilli learned to draw manga both on paper and on her computer.
Lilli was a very talented writer. She attended Duke Young Writer's Camp for four years, and has many close friends from there. She especially liked to write poetry, and went to the poetry readings at the Regulator many times. She wrote wonderful essays and had tremendous insight into how to present her arguments, support them, and convince you of her viewpoint. She really enjoyed writing and considered it as possible career. She had a web site that she worked on, and it will have her art work, poetry and short stories in the near future (http://www.hxresurrection.net).
Lilli was an avid movie fan; her favorites being the Indiana Jones series, and all Harrison Ford movies in particular. She was a big fan of the BBC TV series Dr. Who, and had the whole recent series on DVD and enjoyed watching it with her family, and then over again and again with her friends. Her musical tastes were diverse, running from classical to Mojave 3, the Decemberists and the Grateful Dead, to Indie and more punk genres.
Lilli was a great sailboat crew, racing on 2-person dinghys such as 420's for the RTP High School Sailing team, and on Tanzer 16's with her father and other sailors. She loved the higher winds with the spray and wind in her face, and could roll-tack and hike out with the best. She and her brother crewed together at the SAISA Gold Regatta in March, 2008, sailing for Chapel Hill High School. She designed the logo that appeared on the RTP High School sailing shirts and website. Lilli also participated in martial arts, earning a Red Belt in Taekwondo.
Lilli was going to be a freshman at Earlham college, in Richmond IN, to major in art and Asian studies. She always wanted to go visit Japan, and had taken four years of Japanese in high school.
She was loved very much and is missed by her Mom, Dad and brother Cameron tremendously.
Services will be held by the Chapel Hill Friends Meeting on Saturday, July 19, 2008, at 1:00 p.m. The exact location will be posted on the Facebook site (Rest In Peace Lilli Manis), or you may call Walker's Funeral Home at (919) 942-3861.
In lieu of flowers, the family asks that donations may be made to the "Lillian Broox Manis Scholarship Fund", at Earlham College, Alumni and Development Office, 801 National Road West, Richmond, Indiana, 47374, tel (765) 983-1313. ]]> http://gonebutnotforgotten2.wordpress.com/?p=25 Wed, 16 Jul 2008 01:53:51 +0000 GBNF http://gonebutnotforgotten2.wordpress.com/?p=25 Joshua T. Miktarian

He was known as Captain Justice, Mr. Invincible, The Pizza Man, a rock star, comic, husband and father.

Early Sunday morning, Joshua T. Miktarian became the first Twinsburg police officer to be killed on the job.

Ashford Thompson of Twinsburg has been arrested in Miktarian's death and will be charged Monday.

Dozens of people stopped to place flowers at a curbside memorial Sunday on Glenwood Drive, where Miktarian was shot around 2 a.m.

Those visitors included members of Miktarian's Akron rock band, Barium.

In addition to playing guitar and writing songs for Barium, he worked full time as a Twinsburg police officer and part time at the Uniontown Police Department.

Josh, as his friends called him, also owned a Gionino's Pizza franchise in Sagamore Hills Township.

"He was a genuine person who could make anybody laugh," said Patrick Hill, Barium's bass-guitar player. "He was definitely a goofball."

"He always had these red shoes he would wear to the show," said Carrie Williams, whose husband, Johnathan Williams, is the band's singer.

She said no one could have imagined he was a cop on stage with his piercings and tattoos. But once he put on his police uniform, he was a clean-cut cop.

The band members nicknamed him Captain Justice.

"He was our invincible," Carrie Williams said. "You know that risk is always out there for anyone in fire or police. You just never think it's going to happen to one of your own."

A few years ago, Miktarian found the love of his life, Holly, while on duty. He was on a police chase and Holly, an officer with the Oakwood Police Department, was called in as backup. It was at that scene that something sparked.

Three months ago she gave birth to their daughter, Thea, whom band members said Miktarian adored.

Despite his hectic pace, Miktarian loved spending time cooking in the back yard with his family.

It was sometimes a chaotic scene at his home, his friends said, with his K-9 police dog, Bagio, three other dogs and two cats sharing the Monroe Road home where he grew up.

Bagio will be retired from the K-9 force and given to Miktarian's family.

On Sunday, Carrie Williams was the only one who had spoken to Holly Miktarian. Williams said she was drained and distraught.

"She's doing as well as a wife could be expected to do after losing her husband and her best friend and the father of her 31/2 -month-old daughter," Carrie Williams said.

Meanwhile, the band is already making plans to put on a benefit for Miktarian, keep his lawn cut and his driveway clear of snow.

"He was an awesome guy," Carrie Williams said. "It seems so unfair." Guest Book

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