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How to Reduce U.S. Health Care Costs 75%
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2009 12:00 am Post subject: How to Reduce U.S. Health Care Costs 75%
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Lyle, reducing the cost of health care through deregulation will free-up enough money for taxpayers to afford subsidizing catastrophic health care or pre-existing conditions.
How to reduce medical costs:
1. Limit medical lawsuits and awards, to lower malpractice insurance premiums (which are up to $200,000 a year) and unnecessary medical tests.
2. Lower standards to practice medicine (to increase labor)
3. Allow insurance companies to sell health-care policies across state lines (currently, average health care insurance ranges from a low of $1,254 in Wisconsin to a high of $8,537 in Massachusetts).
4. Allow innovation (example below);
Kaiser Microclinics At 50% of the Cost of a Full-Service Hospital
Two doctors working out of a microclinic at a mall could meet 80% of a typical patient's needs. With a hi-def video conferencing add-on, members could even link to a nearby hospital for a quick consult with a specialist. Patients would still need to travel to a full-size facility for major trauma, surgery, or access to expensive diagnostic equipment, but those are situations that arise infrequently. The per-member cost at a microclinic is roughly half that of a full Kaiser hospital.
The alternative would be a health care system similar to Cuba, which the WHO rated higher than the U.S., although the WHO admitted the U.S. is ranked #1 in the world in both labor (e.g. doctors and nurses) and capital (e.g. hospitals and medical equipment).
By Peter Carbonara
Most M.D.s in New Jersey have seen their malpractice rates go up. A few have had their rates go up a lot--notably specialists in areas like obstetrics and neurology. This is a problem for the rest of us, because soaring insurance premiums, on top of rising costs for rent, labor, equipment and everything else, have made it uneconomic for some doctors to practice certain kinds of medicine. Some obstetricians, for instance, particularly those who specialize in high-risk pregnancies, have given up delivering babies. In Pennsylvania, several hospitals have recently closed their trauma clinics or maternity wards because the doctors who practice there couldn't afford insurance.
New Jersey, though, is not the worst place in America to be an obstetrician as far as malpractice insurance is concerned. According to Medical Liability Monitor, a Chicago publication that tracks malpractice rates, an obstetrician in Miami may pay $210,000 a year, the highest rate in the country. In Alabama, an obstetrician can get the same coverage for $36,000. New Jersey is somewhere in the middle, with base rates for obstetricians of about $70,000.
Dr. Hux says he gets about $1,800 for each delivery. "Most of the time, you're just about breaking even," he says. When one patient had triplets following a risky pregnancy, Hux says, "I think I walked out of there with about 50 bucks."
U.S. health care is a luxury good. Standards and quality need to fall to make health care more affordable. Article on one type of standard:
Jeff Jacoby writes in the Boston Globe:
Imagine the sort of car you'd drive if government regulations made it illegal to sell any automobile that didn't feature 380-horsepower direct-injection V6 engines, computer-controlled electric power steering, eight-speed automatic transmission, four-wheel-drive, automatic climate control, "smart key'' technology, touch-screen navigation, backup cameras, LED headlights, acoustic glass, surround-sound stereo, and leather seat stitching.
If those were the minimum requirements every car had to meet before it could be sold, would you commute to and from work every day in a Lexus LS 460 or some other luxury vehicle? Well, you might, if the steep price wasn't an obstacle. But it's more likely you wouldn't be driving at all. If the government barred you from buying anything but a high-end car, you'd probably have no choice but to rely on the bus or subway, or to find a job closer to home.
Increase the number of amenities that a product or service must include, and more consumers will be unable to pay for that product or service. That is why one of the simplest strategies for making health insurance more affordable is to reduce the minimum number of benefits that insurers are required to cover.
In every state in the union, legislators and regulators drive up the cost of healthcare by making insurance policies more comprehensive. Rather than allow the free market to determine which medical services health plans will cover, states force consumers to pay for an array of covered benefits they may not need or want.
U.S. Health Care Industry
I stated before, the U.S. health care industry adds to economic growth, not subtracts from it (or consumes the economy). U.S. health care is a high-skilled industry with market power, because foreigners can't compete. Also, I stated before, government can be useful in limiting medical lawsuits and awards, along with lowering standards to practice medicine (to increase labor), which will both reduce prices substantially. Article below:
Americans are being urged to worry about the nation spending 17% of its gross domestic product each year on health care—a higher percentage than any other country. Addressing the American Medical Association in June, Barack Obama said, "Make no mistake: The cost of our health care is a threat to our economy." But the president is mistaken.
Mr. Obama has said that "the cost of health care has weighed down our economy." No one thinks the 20% of our GDP that's attributable to manufacturing is weighing down the economy, because it's intuitively clear that one person's expenditure on widgets is another person's income. But the same is true of the health-care industry. The $2.4 trillion Americans spend each year for health care doesn't go up in smoke. It's paid to other Americans.
A little-noticed feature of the current recession is the role of the health-care industry as a resilient driver of the general economy. Health-care now accounts for 10.4% of nonfarm employment. Health-care employment grew by 19,600 jobs in July 2009, on a par with the average monthly gain for the first half of 2009, which was down from an average monthly increase of 30,000 in 2008. Remarkably, these gains occurred in a period during which total employment shrank by 6.7 million.
The U.S. health-care economy should be viewed not as a burden but as an engine of growth. Medical and orthopedic equipment exports increased by 65.1% from 2004 through 2008. Pharmaceutical exports were up 74.6%. The unprecedented advances expected to come out of American stem cell, nanotechnology and human genome research—which other countries' constricted health sectors cannot support—will send these already impressive figures skyward.
A study by Deloitte LLP has found that more than 400,000 non-U.S. residents obtained medical care in the U.S. in 2008, and it forecasts an annual increase of 3%. Some 3.5% of inpatient procedures at U.S. hospitals were performed on international patients, many of them escaping from Canada's supposedly superior health system.
http://online.wsj.com/article/SB20001424052970204409904574350810610869756.html?mod=djemITP
Based upon period survival data for 2000-02 from 47 European cancer registries, 5-year survival rates were found to be higher in the U.S. than in a European composite for cancer at all major sites. For men, 47.3% of Europeans survived 5 years, compared to 66.3% of Americans. For women, the contrast was 55.8% vs. 62.9%. The male survival difference was much greater than the female primarily because of the very large difference in survival rates from prostate cancer.
Is the U.S. system inferior to those in other developed countries based on life expectancy and cancer survival rates? Not according to economists Robert L. Ohsfeldt (Texas A&M) and John E. Schneider (University of Iowa):
For unadjusted life expectancy, the U.S. ranks #14 out of 16 countries, but for the adjusted standardized life expectancy the U.S. ranks #1 (adjusted for the effects of premature death resulting from non-health-related fatal injuries).
The U.S. has the best record for five-year survival rates for six different cancers. In some cases the differences are huge: 81.2% in the U.S. for prostate cancer vs. 41% in Denmark and 47.4% in Italy; 61.7% in the U.S. for colon cancer vs. 39.2% in Denmark; 12% in the U.S. for lung cancer vs. 5.6% in Denmark.
Also interesting is the fact that there is often a significant difference between white and black cancer survival rates in the U.S., e.g. prostate cancer - 82.7% for whites vs. 69.2% for blacks. But even in that case, the five-year survival rate for blacks (69.2%) is still higher than for all European countries except Switzerland.
Moreover, a recent article stated health care insurance is viewed in a wrong way. You wouldn't expect your auto insurance to cover oil changes, gasoline, car washes, etc. Yet, that's what people expect from health care insurance.
The real British health care system:
A quarter of a million people are waiting more than 18 weeks for treatment on the NHS, new figures show...for a range of treatments including oral surgery, rheumatology and geriatric medicine. This means that nearly 10% of patients are not being treated within the government's waiting list target.
Civitas, the think tank, blames the monolithic nature of the National Health Service for "putting the patient last".
It argues that the "customer" of the NHS business model introduced by Tony Blair and continued by Gordon Brown is the health secretary rather than the patient.
State control: staff pay is set centrally, capital expenditure is constrained, IT is a top-down programme and availability of drugs, such as expensive cancer treatments, is centrally determined.
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/health/healthnews/6024086/Quarter-of-a-million-people-waiting-more-than-18-months-for-NHS-treatment.html
Wall Street Journal -- Allow us to suggest a path to competition that will be a lot easier than erecting the impossible dream of a public option: Let insurance companies sell health-care policies across state lines. Interstate competition made the U.S. one of the world's most efficient, consumer driven markets. But health insurance is a glaring exception.
Affordability would improve if consumers could escape states where each policy is loaded with mandates. "If consumers do not want expensive 'Cadillac' health plans that pay for acupuncture, fertility treatments or hairpieces, they could buy from insurers in a state that does not mandate such benefits," Devon Herrick (senior fellow with the National Center for Policy Analysis) has written.
MP: There's a huge variation in the average annual premium for single health insurance coverage by state (2006-2007). The average health insurance ranges from a low of $1,254 in Wisconsin to a high of $8,537 in Massachusetts. That kind of variation couldn't exist in a competitive market for health insurance. Interstate competition for health insurance would go a long way towards bringing health insurance costs down.
Also, I may add, U.S. financial firms distributed trillions of dollars of excess capital to the masses, to raise actual output towards potential output. Both U.S. financial firms and U.S. households benefited enormously. Obviously, in the U.S., there are too few dollars chasing too many assets and goods (which is the opposite of the 1981-82 severe recession). Export-led economies have been absorbing dollars.
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Johnny Depp Could Face 10 Years In Jail After Dog Row With Australian Border Control
Rachel McGrath— The Huffington Post UK
26/05/2015 07:39am BST | Updated May 26, 2015
Johnny Depp could face jail time in Australia, after bringing his two dogs into the country without notifying Border Control.
Earlier this month, it was revealed that Johnny hadn't told the authorities that his two pet pooches' were staying in Oz, and their secret arrival via private jet broke strict quarantine laws.
Now, an Australian Senate Committee has ruled that if the case goes to court, Johnny could be given a fine of up to AU$340,000 (£172,000), or a prison sentence of up to 10 years.
The Canberra Committee discussed the actor's actions, labelling the move "very serious".
It was also revealed that the dogs' location became known when pictures of them were posted on Facebook, after a trip to a grooming salon.
Johnny is currently staying Down Under while filming the next instalment of the 'Pirates Of The Caribbean' franchise.
When Aussie officials found out his dogs had arrived in the country, their agriculture minister Barnaby Joyce stated that they would be put down if they weren't moved.
"Mr Depp has to either take his dogs back to California or we're going to have to euthanise them," Barnaby stated. "He's now got about 50 hours left to remove the dogs. He can put them on the same charter jet he flew out on and fly back out of our nation."
Shortly after the minister's comments, the dogs were spotted being taken from Johnny's Aussie address to a local airport.
It's believed that his wife Amber Heard, and her parents, travelled back to California with them, while Johnny remains in Australia.
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A Dark Duty Upheld | FE3H Fanfiction
Word count: 4800 (10 to 38 minutes) | Rating: T | Fire Emblem: Three Houses Spoilers| Characters: Hubert von Vestra and the Black Eagles Students (and minor OCs)
Alister had always been among the slighter boys of the Hresvelg line. His twin, Armida, shared more of Lady Edelgard's constitution than he did. Their comparison was only made simpler by the one year between the twins and the younger Edelgard. Somehow, Alister had outlasted his twin sister in the experiments regardless. Hubert waited by the cell door, watching his diminished, pale form asleep on the cot. His hair was nearly indistinguishable from his skin even in the dim cell.
The inhuman creatures who invaded the Enbarr palace undercroft and warped it for their sinister ends had decreed that Alister was no longer useful for experimentation. His identity had eroded way to a meaningless swirl of his own recollections and the past evidently stored within the Crest they forced upon him. They told Hubert very little directly, but he had excelled in espionage for many years by then. He rarely required telling to know.
Therefore, when he uncovered their plans to dispose of Alister as indifferently as one would with expired supplies, Hubert inserted himself into the plan. His father refused the very thought but was outmatched by Solon. His conclusion was that it would be beneficial for Hubert to execute a child of House Hresvelg. Whether for mockery, leverage, or simply to cause him pain, Hubert couldn't say. Neither did it much matter. He achieved what he aimed to: a merciful passing for a descendent of the Imperial throne from someone who knew him well.
Alister's sleep was not restful if his breathing was any indication, yet it was better than none at all. Hubert could afford to allow him that much. For what must be done next, any amount of waiting was acceptable.
And wait he did. The poison had already dissolved into the warm Hresvelg blend tea, and cooling would not reverse that. Beside that plain porcelain teacup was a sweet bun, which Hubert had been careful to instruct the palace cooks in making for Lady Edelgard. The recipe came from Faerghus through Hubert's burgeoning network. Knowing Alister's sweet tooth as he did and being confident it was unchanged, he was certain he would enjoy the light meal as his last. No sense in making him nauseous from overeating in his final moments.
"Ngh," Alister groaned, tensing in his sleep. There was no pillow and merely a sparse sheet beneath him to clutch in the thralls of whatever plagued his dreams. Illness claimed Armida; madness had come for Alister. Twisting to face Hubert and drawing his legs in, he forced out a breath as if he'd been kicked. "No, ah—"
He startled awake, panting for a while until his breathing steadied. Only then did he squint into the shadows beyond the bars and see Hubert with the silver serving tray.
"Who…? Ah, yes." Alister's shoulders gradually fell, and he took a minute to get himself seated at the cot's edge. He lifted his head to examine him as a familiar stranger. "Hu…bert…?" He was unsure. Inquiring. Still, it was the most lucid he'd been in days. A fortunate state of mind for the arbitrary day of execution chosen by his captors.
"Yes. You must be hungry," he ventured, lifting the tray as a gesture. There was little chance he wasn't, but that wasn't the true question. Hubert had to be sure his clarity was lasting before he entered the cell with him. In his bouts of madness, Alister was inhumanly strong and blindly aggressive. Hubert could manage that but preferred a comfortable end for him. Failing in his defense of Lady Edelgard's family… The least he could deliver was a peaceful and painless death.
"And you snuck food down here for me? You must be very quiet." Alister was quiet himself, lowering his gaze to the floor. "Did you get some to the others?"
"Of course." He had, in some cases. At least recently, although not tonight.
"How is she? That girl who shared my birthday?" Armida's name was lost to him while her connection to him endured in the barest sense. Considering their closeness as twins, that lapse in memory proved the devastation that blood reconstruction surgery could visit upon the psyche. Not for Lady Edelgard, of course. She retained perfect awareness throughout this depraved cruelty. That outcome being the better of the two was telling.
"As well as could be expected." He'd been informed of Armida's passing twice before to unmatched despair, at which time Hubert resolved to omit that fact in future inquiries. Twice was too many as it was.
"I don't suppose you have the keys?"
"I do." Hubert held open his cloak to reveal the black keys on his belt. Normally, they were not so accessible. It scarcely mattered when he was visiting the cells of the undercroft. He was the sole person there with restricted access.
Kronya meant to make his acquisition of the keys into a game of some sort, as she derived the most amusement from tormenting him, but Thales had strictly forbid it. Not that the vile creature himself was present at the time. Solon enforced the decree more from impatience than any true loyalty. Even slight devotion couldn't be expected from these twisted beasts.
"You do?" Raising his head again at last, Alister appeared almost hopeful. An ache stirred distantly in the depths of Hubert's heart at the sight. With a deliberate breath, he quelled that sentiment. There would be time for remorse when the deed was done. It was one matter to wait so Alister could rest and another to give Solon a chance to reverse his decision while Hubert labored over his feelings. "No point in escaping, is there?"
"…I'm afraid not." The disorientation and lapses in his own memories caused by the experimentation did not lend him strong stability even within his own cell. Alister would likely be overcome by madness in this very hallway even if he were released. Or worse, slaughtered in his escape attempt by the very same despicable creatures that Hubert shielded him from.
His thoughtful pause was brief, and he held his gaze on Hubert by coincidence alone. He may as well have been a stretch of wall for the exhaustion in Alister's eyes.
"Could you come in with me? Stay while I eat?"
"Gladly." He steadied the tray with practiced skill as he turned the key in the lock. It moved smoothly, well-maintained in its misuse against the Hresvelg heirs. There was no table in the cell, not with the lone overturned crate acting as a seat for Alister's impromptu guest. Even necessities such as that were at the silent insistence of Hubert. There was no one else with access to these cells that would move any semblance of furniture into them.
"Thank you," Alister sighed, scooting back to rest against the wall. His haggard state left him with little energy when he was consumed by the power of the Crest rewritten in his blood. Unlike his twin sister, his symptoms were understated aside from his colorless hair. Closer examination showed he struggled to keep his eyes open, and his nails were especially brittle. He was less fit than he had been — hardly a surprise on account of the twins never keeping still for long — but he retained some of his usual bearing as he crossed his legs and smirked.
"The honor is mine." Hubert knew his company didn't have enough memory of him to recognize that as stiffly formal, even by his standards. That presented him the opportunity to express anything to Alister he might wish to say before there was no other chance to. Hubert sat on the crate and set the tray down on his legs for convenience. Barely into his teenage years, his height was more awkward than useful as of yet. It had its moments, such as long legs serving for a stable surface. The bun from the platter was sticky to the touch from its honeyed glaze as he passed it to Alister with instructions. "Eat this slowly."
"What is it?" True to his core nature, Alister accepted the offering anyway, seeming to test the spongy texture not typical of denser Adrestian pastries.
"It's sweet. I don't care for it."
"I can take it off your hands, then," he flashed a weak grin and took a small bite. "Mm. It's a light flavor." Encouraged by that, Alister bit off more.
"You'll make yourself sick."
He wouldn't be able to come back another time to lay Alister to rest. Solon gave him this date, and Hubert knew better than to expect an extension in light of their wrongful prisoner's sensitive stomach.
Alister rolled his eyes despite doing as he was told and picking off a smaller bite. He rolled the piece between his fingers for a time, slipping into another distant stare.
"I keep seeing these memories… over and over when I sleep. There's a canyon, red and rich with life until it just rips apart with blood. People are screaming. When it's quiet, I hear the echoes." He brought the denser bit of bun to his mouth as though it were bitter. Hubert held his tongue, although he was one of few who knew of the event. "And it just—it breaks me. They're people I know. My people, I can feel it." Pushing the flat of his palm against his chest, Alister grimaced. He and Armida alike had been ruled by their hearts. Even corrupted by experimentation, that remained.
By happenstance, Alister returned to the present to dwell on Hubert with glassy eyes and a trembling sigh.
"I get these other visions, and they feel real, but they're not mine. They're not me." This time, he broke to tear off another piece of the bun and ate it almost from spite. This pace was better for him, even if he'd finished nearly half already. "I can half see their faces, catch a few words… I'd have dinner at this—"
With a frown, he glanced to the ceiling to remember his dreams. Hubert was well aware of what he was going to describe. He knew the table and family dinners better than he knew the various methods to kill an enemy in the dark.
Marius and Verona, the youngest and with common interests if contrasting personalities, talked among themselves when they failed to assert themselves in conversations of the older Hresvelg children. Edelgard was not so content to be overlooked and devotedly spoke with the two eldest, Laverna and Edmund. The twins riled up Berwyn and Reynard, who scarcely needed the provocation to act out in tandem. Lady Anselma and Emperor Ionius IX took turns reigning in whoever required it. Henrietta, the most inclined to maternal instinct, occasionally intervened where her parents did not. Margaretta reliably kept out of the mess altogether, however, she could be persuaded to converse now and again.
Hubert sat near Edelgard as always. The Hresvelg family was vast and loving, full of character without an ounce of seditious ambition.
He would never see them all gathered there again.
Hubert set his jaw and gripped the tray ever so slightly tighter as his permissible tell in Alister's company. He noticed nothing, naturally. Gesturing with his hands to show the size of the table they both envisioned, he continued.
"This long table, and every seat was full. At least ten people all gathered around for a meal. It feels like—that was home too. It can't be, it just can't."
Alister groaned, pressing the knuckles of his free hand to his forehead as his legs bent closer to his chest from primitive fear. Conflicting identities warred in his skull, and he was inevitably the victim of their feud. That fate could only be staved off with fleeting distraction.
"No need to trouble yourself with them, then." Hubert kept his voice measured in his reply. He'd trained in doing so for years, and the earlier leniency afforded him more discipline where he needed it most. It would be a disgrace if he couldn't speak with the necessary finality to imply there was no other choice but that which he gave.
"How…" Alister stalled by eating another piece, larger than the last but still of a suitable size. Equally tenuous and distraught, his brow staying furrowed while he chewed. Pain flickered across his eyes with a wince when he did elect to look at Hubert once more. "How can you be so sure?"
"Do you have any doubt the canyon is your home?"
Biting his lip, he turned the bun over in his hands and carefully examined it—a random inquisitive habit that influenced Hubert's prior decision not to lace the bun with poison.
"…No." Hesitation aside, he spoke with conviction and appeared to relax. Enough to take a small bite directly from the bun without comment from Hubert, even.
"Then it is."
"But why can't I remember it all?" He took out his aggression on the bun with a fierce bite, however aptly sized. Again, Hubert did not advise him to slow down. There wasn't much bun left to prevent him from eating and to do so would only be stalling for his own benefit. "I can feel something hidden in my mind. I'm not imagining it."
Alister had no way to know the missing information wasn't in his mind, but his forced Crest, and it was rapidly driving him insane. Unstable. Hubert looked to the innocent-looking tea on the tray set on his lap. The surface was steady. It did not reflect the insidious tremor of regret and remorse already laying siege to his resolve. But there was no way to save Alister. No cure for his ailment. None but what lurked in the depths of that plain porcelain teacup. Hubert would do what he must to support the Hresvelg line, however abhorrent or deplorable. He swore that in the cell his father had hurled him into when he was captured after his attempt to flee to Fhirdiad. Regardless of if he wished there were another course of action, Hubert von Vestra would take on any task to best serve this family he held as his own.
"You've been through an ordeal, and you're not finished with it yet." He lifted the teacup and saucer from the tray, calm and sympathetic to the fracture in Alister's psyche. The reassurance was vaguely worded so as to prevent another metaphorical collision in his brain. "It's expected for there to be consequences."
Reaching for the cup and leaving the saucer behind, Alister thought nothing of taking a sip straight away. The bun was light but doubtless better with a beverage to wash it down.
His mouth twisted into a disappointed pout. "Mm. A bit cold."
"Forgive me." Whether for the temperature of the tea or the present circumstances, the necessity of what he'd done… Hubert alone knew. He would bring that to his grave with the same tenacity that he upheld his fealty to the Hresvelgs in all matters. To include the courtesy of a humane death the survivors need never know the cause of.
Polishing off the bun, Alister examined the hall beyond Hubert thoughtfully. He seemed most like his former self with a renewed glimmer to his eyes. Truth be told, Hubert was glad for the parting glimpse. He didn't want to remember another Hresvelg as he did Armida and the others claimed by these atrocities.
"It's strange. Not the tea," he added, fortunately not realizing how incorrect that addition was, "but these memories that aren't mine and those that are missing."
"Did you want to discuss it?" Hubert was all too aware that he would be at eternal rest before he finished. It was, as they said, the thought that counted. Whatever Alister wished to do, he would assent.
"No. I feel like I shouldn't." He offered an empty smile, washing that away with tea. A hard stare took its place and Hubert braced in preparation. The shift was subtle yet informative.
This was not how the memory of that evening went. Alister had drifted off with ease, his head falling against his chest mid-sentence. Hubert caught the cup before it shattered and returned everything where it belonged in the kitchen to leave no trace of what he'd done. What he'd been forced to do. He contained his grief to his quarters, long since capable of silencing his sorrow.
"I should be asking why you would kill me."
"Hm?" An insipid chill entwined with his ribs, seeping into his chest, but he refused to let it show on his face. This was where the dream would turn to nightmare; Hubert knew that. None of this was real. He could exert his will on it by extension. That tactic hadn't worked to date, and still, he never failed to reach for it.
The smooth stone cell warped as its edges, consumed by invasive clouds of a nameless black entity one could dismiss as shadows. Not Hubert, feeling his head begin to spin from the precognitive panic, but surely someone could.
Alister's irises vanished to solid white eyes reminiscent of Thales, and black sludge bled jaggedly from the corners like scars. Hubert tried to command his legs to move, to stand and take him away from this cell to anywhere else in the confines of this familiar nightmare. It would change nothing. That Hubert refused to surrender to his fate acted a testimony to his character rather than any effective undertaking. Despite it all, he stayed locked in his seat on that crate with a useless tray in his frozen hands.
"Why? I barely knew your name," Alister's voice layered with one that was assuredly not his own, an experience as horrific as watching Tomas dissolve into Solon in Remire. Yet a nightmare remembered within a nightmare was still not enough to free Hubert from his own mind. "But I trusted you. You made me feel safe, and you used that to murder me."
He clutched at Hubert's collar, dissolving any reasonable chance at evasion. The faint scent of sweet buns lingered on those hands and churned his stomach.
"They would have—"
"Killed me anyway? Is that what you've told yourself?" He threw the teacup at the unforgiving floor, scattering porcelain among dirt and who knew what else. A recognizable dark energy swirled around him to engulf them both and further trap Hubert. His breath came in short bursts of harsh gasps or thin mockeries of air. This lack of discipline was doubtless reflected in real life as he continued to sleep within heinous dream he deserved. "You enjoyed it. To defeat the monsters in the shadows, you made yourself even worse than them."
"You don't understand." Fear, so foreign and distant to Hubert, fringed the edges of his words in whispers. He felt the tears on his skin in the dream—nothing more—as his heart was pincered between dread and remorse. He had to wake up. There were Dagdan techniques to simply will it and wake. It had been done. Hubert just swallowed hard and found himself talking to this false vision of Alister against his better judgment. "I had to."
With a sharp, distorted laugh, the nightmare's Alister began to fall apart. Hubert could hear his teeth creaking as they extended to fangs in his mouth, and strips of human skin fell away with sickeningly wet sounds as they hit the floor. Taut black sinew and hard bone plating sat exposed beneath that layer of shed humanity. Viscous strings of inky substance hung from his new form. Hubert could do nothing as he was reduced to nothing but a demonic beast in the shape of a teenage boy he once knew as well as his every breath. Alister, who loved the turn of spring to summer most of all, who feared water and little else, who favored angelica tea, mocked by this travesty that his mind conjured for Hubert's warranted anguish.
He blinked away another tear and felt his equilibrium reeling in spite of his remaining immobile.
"Had to, he says!" Alister hissed in his face with the cloying sick smell of poison and decay. "You may fool everyone else, but we know the truth, you and I."
Releasing his collar to smack the tray aside, smashing the cup saucer and empty plate that sat on it, Alister grabbed onto Hubert's arms. Only then did he come to his senses and try to wrench free—too late though it was. Slick black essence bubbled down Alister's arms and up Hubert's own, carrying abject horror with them. In the span of a blink, it spread under his rolled-up sleeves and out of sight. Hubert knew best that honest fear was at its strongest when unseen. His training as the heir to House Vestra rendered him resistant rather than immune to its effects.
He pulled his arms inward and twisted to break his grasp, even pushing back with his feet for additional leverage. Alister held firm. The monstrous procedures gave him a strength betrayed by his relatively frail stature. It was simply a matter of seconds before that toxin reached Hubert's chest and corroded its way into his heart.
"You call them wicked and wretched when you didthis to us."
Hubert woke sharply, panic spilling over into consciousness. He laid with a thin sheet coiled around his legs, effectively trapping his sleeping self. He rested his head back onto the pillow and exhaled in disappointment. Points to his subconscious for creativity, then.
"Finally," Linhardt drawled, yawning. "You had me worried."
He snapped his eyes open once again, and the dark surroundings dawned on him. Linhardt looked perfectly prepared for sleep aside from watching Hubert with a surprisingly attentive stare. An evening chill hung in the air, neither close to dusk nor dawn. Canvas walls hung around him over sturdy posts. They were stationed in the field, and a nearby river unexpectedly flooded their intended camping site. Not all of the tents could be put up as a result. In light of that, the generals of the Strike Force agreed to sleep in the same one that night. Linhardt chose to set up his bedroll near him because Hubert was quiet and still. Tonight notwithstanding.
And if he was awake… Hubert sat up and scanned the tent to see his former Black Eagle classmates, now generals, in various states of alertness and all with concern on their expressions.
"You—" He began unwinding the sheets from his legs to preoccupy his attention. Anything not to see the pity in their eyes. "Should have woken me."
"We tried," Dorothea answered from her place by the tent's opening with Petra. Perhaps it was habit or exhaustion that gave her words a vaguely melodic lilt. "Your nightmares are even more stubborn than you are."
She'd intended to tease him in their usual way, but it made a poor mask for her worry. Over him. Hubert waited in tense silence and frowned at the wrinkled sheet now laid flat across his legs. Briefly, the was reminded of the tray and the sweet bun. That smell associated with the end of the dream. By sheer willpower, Hubert buried that nauseated sensation in response.
"Hey, it's nothing to be ashamed of. We all get 'em sometimes." Caspar chimed in and stretched, no different in tone than if he'd gotten a full night's rest. Nothing short of an ambush boxing in their forces could feasibly exhaust Caspar. Naturally, he set up his spot on the opposite side of Linhardt.
"It—it's true." Resolute regardless of her volume or lack thereof, Bernadetta contributed to his defense as well from her comparatively secluded bedroll.
An addition to a process he despised entirely. None of it was necessary. All of his allies should have been sleeping for the journey ahead and battles to come, not waiting in the night for his moment of weakness to pass. He curled his hands into fists against his legs. Hubert never should have permitted them to be burdened in such a way.
"No one thinks less of you, Hubert." Edelgard reached out gently for his hand, blackened by sustained use of dark magic. Not so far as to travel up his arms, mercifully. Her hand over his was admittedly calming. He relaxed somewhat and unfurled his hands.
"In Brigid, it is common to be keeping bad dreams far away by… Your people aren't having a word for it." Petra stopped to consider her options in the limited lexicon of Fódlan, tapping her chin. "With togetherness."
"Ah, an excellent suggestion!" Ferdinand maintained enthusiasm at impressive levels, as ever. His place of choice was with Petra and Dorothea, no doubt in an attempt to provide reinforcements by the tent's entrance if need be. His eagerness to be of use in all possible circumstances had only amplified with time. "We are already in one tent. There is space yet to sleep closer together."
"I'm—not sure what to make of that." He'd never even slept in his parents' bed as a child. Starting that with his fellow generals now as an adult… Hubert meant no offense to her customs, but he couldn't be sure how effective that proposed strategy might be. Although the thought didn't unsettle him as much as he estimated that it could. Looking to her, he finished his explanation. "I don't typically permit others to be close."
"Come on, Hubert, it's just us!" As usual, Caspar made an excellent point Hubert hadn't considered. There wasn't anyone else he would even entertain testing this particular theory with. His grin was palpable in the atmosphere more than seen and some motion in the dark suggested he was pointing to Linhardt. "When I can't sleep, I always go to Lin's room and end up sleeping like a baby."
"Mm," Linhardt agreed, already dragging his bedroll closer to Hubert's with as little effort as possible. His hair was in a loose bun to keep it out of his way while he slept and made the unplanned journey simpler, to his credit. Hubert found he was marginally uneasy with the closeness for reasons he couldn't define. A greater portion of his thoughts were on Edelgard's hand on his while Linhardt settled into his newfound spot. They weren't touching, but his presence was close enough to sense and distinguish from the others on instinct. There was an aspect of that familiarity that Hubert confessed to himself was something of a consolation.
"You don't have to, but…" Bernadetta trailed off, staying put for her own comfort. She had matured enough to establish her own boundaries while acknowledging that others' laid elsewhere. He could not see her clearly at that distance but would be willing to guess that she had a timid smile for him. "Maybe it'll help?"
"There is only one way to be sure," Ferdinand encouraged, his ponytail thrown over his shoulder as he brought his roll closer as well. If Linhardt could do so, Hubert certainly wasn't stopping any of the rest.
"You are always ready to be protecting us, Hubert." Petra added as she made her trek across the tent's floor to the circle swiftly forming around Hubert. "Now, will you let us be keeping you safe?"
There was nothing to be gained from denying the unspoken decision he'd made. Any apprehension he may have felt could be attributed to a lack of experience, as any uncertainty tended not to agree with him. But the predominant sentiment towards their togetherness, as Petra phrased it, was one of comfort. These were people he knew since their time at the monastery. They had saved his life, and he had done the same as well. Any one of them would fight to the very end for the better life they dreamed of. Most of all, for one another.
Hubert took a bracing breath and laid back down on his roll in the midst of his closest companions. "I suppose it's worth the attempt."
"There's our Hubie," Dorothea half-sang, settling into her bedroll within their new formation.
"Sweet dreams, Hubert." With that wish, Edelgard gave his hand a soft pat and withdrew it to her own space.
The mixture of their combined presence and some extent of personal space did have a soothing influence. He felt the hazy draw of sleep resurfacing, and this time, without the customary threat of another nightmare lurking beneath.
"Thank you." The gratitude he felt was beyond the scope of those paltry words. If he was fortunate, the next dream would grant him a chance to devise suitable means of expressing that appreciation to his colleagues in turn.
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Distance from Montornes del Valles to Sant Boi de Llobregat
Distance between Montornes del Valles and Sant Boi de Llobregat is 29 kilometers (18 miles).
Driving distance from Montornes del Valles to Sant Boi de Llobregat is 46 kilometers (29 miles).
Distance Map Between Montornes del Valles and Sant Boi de Llobregat
Montornes del Valles, Barcelona, Spain ↔ Sant Boi de Llobregat, Barcelona, Spain = 18 miles = 29 km.
How far is it between Montornès del Vallès and Sant Boi de Llobregat
Montornes del Valles is located in Spain with (41.5333,2.2667) coordinates and Sant Boi de Llobregat is located in Spain with (41.3436,2.0366) coordinates. The calculated flying distance from Montornes del Valles to Sant Boi de Llobregat is equal to 18 miles which is equal to 29 km.
If you want to go by car, the driving distance between Montornes del Valles and Sant Boi de Llobregat is 45.98 km. If you ride your car with an average speed of 112 kilometers/hour (70 miles/h), travel time will be 00 hours 24 minutes. Please check the avg. speed travel time table on the right for various options.
Difference between fly and go by a car is 17 km.
Montornes del Valles 41.5333, 2.2667 41° 31´ 59.9880'' N
2° 16´ 0.0120'' E
Sant Boi de Llobregat 41.3436, 2.0366 41° 20´ 36.8520'' N
2° 2´ 11.7240'' E
Estimated Travel Time Between Montornès del Vallès and Sant Boi de Llobregat
Montornes del Valles, Barcelona, Spain
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Sant Boi de Llobregat, Barcelona, Spain
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If you're looking for a quick healthy Chocolate Milkshake. you can make for yourself or for the kids in your family, something you know will be good for you and the kids and won't make you or the kids gain weight, then this is a good quick, easy, free raw recipe to keep handy. In fact, if you eat this consistently instead of a high fat snack you're sure to lose weight over time.
One of the hardest things for moms to do is to find a quick snack or pick-me-up for mom and the kids that will actually contribute to your health and not cause your body harm. As a former nurse and longtime breast cancer survivor, I know the importance of eating living or raw foods and feeding my family only healthy snacks.
It's good to get some good healthy standbys that you can fix in minutes. With this raw recipe, you may not have the ingredients at home now but these are ingredients that are easy to buy and keep on hand so you can use them often. You can also make many variations of this recipe by adding other frozen or fresh fruits.
To make this raw food recipe made with living foods you'll need the following ingredients: bananas, frozen bananas, organic dates, carob powder, and raw tahini.
I buy and freeze bananas that are ripe and a little bit past prime but not mushy ripe and freeze them in a zip lock bag without the peel. I buy dates, but always organic, I buy raw carob powder – not roasted- and raw tahini (made from sesame seeds), (which may be in a jar) at our local food co-op or whole foods grocery. The dates will keep nicely in the refrigerator for many months. The raw carob powder I keep in a large Mason jar. The tahini should be kept in the refrigerator once it's opened.
1 fresh banana1 frozen banana4 pitted organic dates (you can use more or less – make it very sweet)1/2 to 1 T of raw carob powder (try a small amount first and add to taste)1 T raw tahini1 cup of pure filtered or spring water Blend them all together. You may need to chop your dates up first a little. And serve.
You can vary this raw food recipe in many ways. You can leave the carob out and use 1/2 to 1 cup of blueberries fresh or frozen. Of course, the carob isn't really chocolate. Chocolate may be too stimulating for many even if raw, but the carob taste is close and healthy. Kids usually can't tell the difference. You can eliminate the tahini when you add other fruit. You can use 1 cup of frozen mango chunks and eliminate the carob powder.
So there are many ways you can use this free raw recipe for a quick and easy healthy chocolate milkshake. Be creative and try several variations. You'll find it will be a quick healthy snack to serve at any time. Company will love it!


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Martin Van Schaak
antique, collectible, collection, education, fashion, handbag, purse, style, vintage
We have a friend who happens into the most INCREDIBLE deals. All the time. I mean, seriously – let's not even go down the Kendra Scott gold mine she has and just talk about these wonderful bags she recently acquired! It usually starts with an email from her that starts with "So have you ever heard of…" because usually I haven't – and I wish I had, and it almost always leads to an awesome discovery. Our friend's aunt recently bequeathed these surprisingly still-modern bags, and I look forward to her integrating them into her wardrobe.
The information included in this blog is from an eBay collector's page (pacruss) – I searched everywhere else and they had the most collected and concise history on this man. pacruss– we thank you!)
"Martin Van Schaak, the most elusive American handbag master, has been designing his novelty purses for over half a century starting in the early 1950s. His customers represented creme de la creme of New York, Los Angeles, Texas and Washington DC society, including Jacqueline Kennedy, Nancy Reagan, and Marlene Deitrich. His wonderful creations have never been available for sale in retail stores, made exclusively per order with the personality of a client in mind. A slender, brown-haired man, Martin Van Schaak — who described himself as "half-French, half-Dutch" — arrived in America from France in the mid-1940s. In 2001, he celebrated his 80th birthday . He once reminisced that he sold his first purse in 1943 to the wife of the Dutch ambassador and from then on he has been designing bags for the most fashionable women in America.
He hardly ever advertised and did not sell his designs in stores. In the 1960s, his important customers — ladies of means and fame — used to discover him by seeing his fabulous creations carried by others. Happy to get his name and telephone number, they would make an appointment to visit him at his Upper East Side apartment in New York, an elegant enclave tastefully decorated with picturesque oriental rugs, French furniture and original oils on the walls painted in raspberry-red. After discussing a client's preferences, Mr. Van Schaak would set up an appointment to visit her at home. He used to show up with four commodious suitcases stuffed with 120 sample bags: "That's because when most ladies say they want a black bag they end up buying a red or a green one." In the 1960s, his made-per-order bags cost upward of $125. A man of sophisticated taste, he believed that black, beige, navy and brown — especially the chocolate brown, with no red dues — were best for daytime wear. For cocktails, ruby-red and emerald-green were his preference, to be matched with a black dress, "… much younger than black from head to toe. And you can match your jewelry, rubies or emeralds, to your bag."
He usually called on his California and Illinois customers in summer and fall, and his customers from Texas — in winter and early spring. "During those months, there isn't a soul in New York who can afford my pocketbooks. Besides, America has a lot of chic women outside of New York, and they deserve to have beautiful things," he mentioned once. One of his most important customers was Jacqueline Kennedy, who once invited him to the White House and ordered a collection of 8 handbags. Despite his very busy schedule, which included numerous sales trips across the country, Mr. Van Schaak was actively involved in charitable activities conducted by prominent members of New York society, such as contributions to the Cancer Care of the National Cancer Foundation.
Classic and traditional, they are not without occasional little "fantasies", as Van Schaak used to say himself. Crafted by skilled European artisans working on Long Island, New York, they are usually made in several basic styles from luxurious materials and decorated with glistening jewelry enhancers. The styles include: a double-handled Pullman, a top-handled satchel, a classic clutch, a messenger shoulder bag, a bracelet bag, and a petite evening bag. Crisp lines and sleek profiles define the quintessence of the brand's image.
Superlative leathers, cut velvet, brocade, satin and beaded silk were the main materials used by Martin Van Schaak in the 1950s-1960s. The frames for his handbags were crafted per order in Paris. The roomy interiors were lined with practical calfskin or satin, in jewel tones, and signed in gold 'Martin Van Schaak New York'.
The cornerstone of his fabulous designs is a sizable, 24K gold-plated ornament encrusted with sparkling crystal rhinestones, glass gems or colorful enamel. Whimsical and artful, they usually depict animals, birds, fish, or flowers. The uniqueness of such ornaments lies in their oversized proportions and highly artistic design. They are never static, but rather fluid and expressive, conveying motion in progress. Bold and modern in spirit, his handbag jewelry doesn't just blend or compliment, but stands out and works in contrast with his traditionally quiet styling. Used purely as decoration on some pieces, the jeweled ornaments play a functional role on others, especially when incorporated into a handle's design. Each ornament is attached to the body of the bag by means of special "holders" before sewing its sides together. So distinct and glamorous, the Van Schaak handbags are truly the greatest addition to your important collection of period fashion."
And, if all that style wasn't drool-worthy enough, Mr. Van Schaak is apparently still alive! He resides in the Houston, TX, area, and for $1,000+, you can still own one of his custom works. (One is available in pacruss' eBay store!)
3 thoughts on "Martin Van Schaak"
Sandi said:
Holy smokes–sign me up! (one in each color–please)
Jan said:
There are also Martin Van Schaak bags at Etsy.
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I am a 16 year old girl, turning 17. I am in year 12 currently studying A Levels at Devonport high school for girls. I am studying Relgious Studies, psychology, and health and social care. I aspire to become a social worker by going to a Russell group university. I work well with all age groups and feel like I can help teach them to a high standard. Due to being at my school, I had to do the 11+ in which I am happy to also help with.


Kontrol F1, loops and phrasing.
Thread: Kontrol F1, loops and phrasing.
I've recently purchased a Kontrol F1, and it's so far been pretty neat.
I don't typically use sync with Traktor, unless I'm doing a long loop, or want to do a 3rd deck. For straight up mixing, I use CDJ-2000's in HID mode, and beat match manually. In other words, I don't bother to manually beat grid all of my tracks, but Traktor usually gets the beat detection down really quite good nowadays.
When I use the F1, I of course have Sync turned on, with a track deck as master. If I wait for an upcoming phrase to begin, I often find that when I trigger a loop Traktor "waits" 2, 3 or 4 beats before starting the loop. Hmm.
I can turn off Quantize, but that means I need to throw the beat in at the exact moment, not easy to do.
So why is this so? I thought Quantize would just cause Traktor to match to the closest beat, but it's almost as if the software has it's own sort of phrase detection it's trying to do.
Is there a way to turn this off?
There is a way to reduce the quantize... hold down the Quant button and select one of the lit up buttons on the second column... they are tighter than the first. the display will show the new value as you click. I think a lot of the remix sets default to a full beat.
btw... been using the remix decks more and more lately. Mostly to add extra layers... I mainly have an extra kick, hats, and some percussion going the whole set to add something when there are too many breaks. Can't seem to come around to using it for "live remixing" yet.
Hold the "QUANT" button, select how many beats to quantize. Default was set to 4, I switch to 1 and now it responds to when I tap the pads.
The other very useful button in the Capture button... loop something in a track deck deck, hold Capture and another button in the 4x4 matrix and it captures that loop on the fly into the remix deck.
It really is a fun tool... just takes some practice and is better for some styles of music more than others.
Yep I've played with the capture button, very cool.
So more on the phrasing, I didn't quite realize that the deck works the same as the other decks with regards to a timeline. The 1.1.1 beat timer and such... If I hit the "cue" button, it resets to 1.1.1. I had left the track playing, which really screwed things up.
If I accidentally set a "cue" point on the deck, is there a way to reset it and get back to 1.1.1 without loading a new remix set (or switing the deck type)?
Also, is there a way to trigger the "play" and "cue" for the deck without using something like an X1?
I don't have anything mapped to cue points on my F1. I generally just load up one remix set with all of the samples I would use for the night and have it play the whole night through.
The Play button was never mapped, and was kind of annoying because I do have my setup to not load into a deck that is playing (if I were to switch remix sets). I do have it mapped now that I added an X1. Since my controller is only two channels, I mapped the bass treble, mids, and filter for deck C and D to the X1.
Have to play around with it to see if I can replicate what you are talking about.
1. Hit play on the remix deck.
2. Trigger some loops, let it play for a while.
3. Make sure your QUANT value is set to "4 beats".
4. Hit play on the remix deck again.
5. Now hit the "CUE" button on the remix deck.
You should now see that the deck is stopped at wherever you hit the "CUE" button. The timeline value up on the right will read some value of where you stopped the deck (i.e., 5.2.3).
Now, if you load a regular track onto another deck, and let it play, when you trigger samples in the remix deck they can be out of phrase from where you wanted the beats to trigger.
You can set the QUANT value to 1 to get around this, and as long as you count to the 1 beat when triggering subsequent samples in the remix deck, you are fine.
If you reset the deck by loading a new remix set, the timeline goes back to 1.1.1. I was just wondering if there was a way to do this quickly.
I see what you mean. But, think I never encountered it because I never hit cue (I used to on a CDJ, but never on a track deck or remix deck in Traktor because I set my hot cues for everything I need.) Also I don't generally use the beat counter. It's very helpful, but I guess I never paid much attention if it was at 1.1.1... I tend to visualize the wave more. Sometimes just trigger the cel again when they are on the 1.
Solution is to keep the Sync on the remix deck at all times. Which, I think is the way it was designed. If sync is enabled, it will be in matched... but, the loops will be where you cued them (possibly out of phase).
In the end, don't see why you would want to hit cue on a remix deck. Maybe make your loops shorter or put them on separate cels if you want to trigger from specific spots.
You wouldn't really, except maybe by accident. I was just trying to figure out how to get back to 1.1.1.
If you leave play on the whole set, don't you find that your phrases get messed up?
I don't beat grid all my tracks, so it's possible a "1" marker could be off, screwing up the phrasing big time. It's best if before I throw in a remix loop, I make sure the deck is on the 1.1.1.


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Florida woman who reportedly shot, killed terminally ill husband at hospital charged with murder
Pilar Arias
A Florida woman who shot and killed her terminally ill husband inside a Daytona Beach hospital made her first court appearance Sunday and was denied bond.
Online Volusia County jail records show Ellen Gilland, 76, of New Smyrna faces one count of first-degree premeditated murder and three aggravated assault with a deadly weapon charges.
No family or friends showed up on her behalf at the court appearance, FOX 35 Orlando reports.
Gilland apparently did not say much during the appearance. She answered the judge's questions as she was read her charges and then was escorted out of the courtroom.
FLORIDA POLICE SAY WOMAN SHOT TERMINALLY ILL HUSBAND AT HOSPITAL
Daytona Beach police officers were called to the hospital around 11:35 a.m. Saturday and found Gilland had allegedly fired a single shot that killed her husband, 77-year-old Jerry GIlland.
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She then confined herself to his room on the 11th floor, which led to a lockdown at the hospital as hostage negotiators tried to get her to come out.
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The incident happened on Saturday at AdventHealth Daytona Beach, Florida, according to police, who said officers saw that the woman shot her husband and stayed in the room, according to FOX 35.
"After nearly four hours of negotiating, police used a flash bang and a taser to get Gilland to drop the gun. They say she was never a threat to anyone else and no staff or patients were injured," FOX 35 states.
Police say the shooting was orchestrated.
Police in Florida say that a woman shot her terminally ill husband while he was at a hospital on Saturday.
"Apparently because he was terminally ill, they had a conversation about it, and they actually planned this approximately three weeks ago that if he continued to take a turn for the worst that he wanted her to end this," Daytona Beach police Chief Jakari Young said at a news conference, according to WESH 2 News. "Obviously, we're unsure how she brought that gun into the hospital, but this was planned."
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Not too shabby for a $350 card.
Page 9, second graph - you have two 570's listed. i'm sure most people can figure out the first one is a 580.
Good article - one thing I would like to know, is what the power consumption + temperature of the 570 when at max overclock - to compare vs. a 580 or 480. Efficiency and all of that.
Instead of an 8-pin + 6-pin setup, the lower power requirements of this card have allowed NVIDIA to use a dual 6-pin setup.
Ah. I will put a note and change the graph tonight. Thanks!
epic performance of biblical proportions. Now we got a "thermonuclear bomb"
trolling torch-bearers and lose credibility.
Take it as you will but if AMD can compete against this, then I'd be more than happy to start spewing hyperbole for their cards as well.
This is a bit harsh. But I do agree Sky tendance to Hyperbole over usage gets on my nerves. Altgough, whit the quality of the ''meat'' I tend to disregard this. But I do believe it would gain in professionalism.
My 2 cents on the subject.
For the GTX570, altought power usage is good, I dont see the point of upgrades from the GTX470 or 480 right now. If you are from lower generation fine a upgrade make sense.
I don't know what the hell you guys are talking about! This card is truly IMPRESSIVE!. It matches the 480 in performance, Yet is colder than the 6850, and uses just as much power as a 5870. If you guys aren't impressed then you must be dead or something.
Well done review in my books. No wonder ATI is delaying.
If you keep those statements in context, they're more colourful than overstated.
- "thermonuclear bomb going off" implies that the 570 gives comparable performance to the 580 at a much lower price point ($150-200 cheaper). I'd sooner comment that the price comparison is missing from the conclusion, thus not giving adequate illustration as to why there is a "thermonuclear bomb going off".
- "completely obliterates" implies that the improvements over the 470 are noticeable.
- "simply awe-inspiring" alludes to the fact that the card's performance exceeds what the reviewer would expect for a sub $400 card.
Context is everything; keep those statements in context and they have some actual meaning, as opposed to just being over-statements.
While the GTX 580 made a relatively large splash in the upper end price bracket and surprised quite a few people, the GTX 570 is like a thermonuclear bomb going off. This $350 card completely obliterates the GTX 470 and manages to run neck and neck with a GTX 480 in the vast majority of games while consuming significantly less power. Its performance was simply awe-inspiring for a product that costs less than $400.


After Sarah and Josh's wedding day they opted to do a formal session a few weeks later. I love the idea of this because it took stress away from getting portraits on the wedding day and allowed us to add in some fun locations that meant a lot to the couple. We adventured around the streets of San Francisco. Those hills are steep! Only to end the night at China Beach. We got the most gorgeous night with the Golden Gate Bridge as our backdrop!


Calls criticizing contact centers increased by 40 percent in the past two years, from almost 550 million in 2008 to more than 770 million in 2010, reports industry analyst firm ContactBabel.
The research was part of ContactBabel's annual U.S. Contact Center Decision-Makers' Guide, a major study of more than 200 U.S. contact centers looking at performance, investment, technology, human resources, and strategy issues.
The report also ranked by vertical market the proportion of inbound calls received that were complaints about the contact center, rather than business processes outside the contact center. The public sector saw the highest percentage of contact center–related complaints, with 51 percent, followed by utilities (33 percent), finance (28 percent), and telecoms (23 percent). Other industries, such as travel, transportation, and retail, have far fewer contact center–related calls.
"While these figures look worrying, we should note that, on average, four out of five complaints received by a contact center are not about how the staff handled calls but rather about a failure of processes elsewhere in the organization," says Steve Morrell, principal analyst at ContactBabel and author of the report.
"However, it's the contact center that has to deal with the dirty work, and further failures within the complaints and resolutions procedure (or lack of it) can see customers calling into the contact center again and again, becoming more irate each time, despite the real problem lying elsewhere," he wrote in the report.
Morrell cites two reasons for the growing number of complaints: First, most people have been negatively affected by the economic downturn during the past two years, and so they are quicker to take offense with a business. Second, because of the economy, companies have scaled back on their contact center technology and staff training investments.
"This widespread and shortsighted failure of businesses to see the contact center as part of a larger organic whole is the main reason that many people dislike using contact centers: Too often, agents are simply not given the tools they need to solve the customer's problem," the report concludes.
In no industry is this more prevalent than in the financial services sector, where Morrell says a lot of the complaints might stem from a perception that banks and other financial firms were responsible for bursting the economic bubble and setting off the recession. Many of these calls have nothing to do with the contact center, but, "because the contact center is often the only point of contact the customer knows, they get the calls," Morrell says.
Still, there are some calls that are contact center–related, and those have seen a rise, he adds. In some cases, it might be that a contact center agent was rude or the customer wasn't called back when promised. That's often the result of inexperienced agents handling too much at once. Often, though, "a lot of the complaints are with the systems in place," Morrell argues. "The last two years have seen a significant drop in the amount of investments for technologies. Companies need to increase their investments in technologies like unified agent desktops" so that agents have the appropriate tools at their disposal.
"There is a real risk, especially within large contact centers and in those that operate offshore as well as in the U.S., that a single agent does not have the capability or responsibility to deal with the customer's issue. It may be that various internal departments (e.g., finance, billing, provisioning, and technical support) need to work together to resolve the issue, but in many businesses, getting someone to take responsibility for sorting out the problem is a long and complex process in itself," the report concludes.


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