Glove Compartment Research Articles

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Versatile, Low-Cost, and Portable 2D Material Transfer Setup with a Facile and Highly Efficient DIY Inert-Atmosphere Glove Compartment Option.

Research in van der Waals heterostructures has been rapidly progressing in the past decade, thanks to the art of sequential and deterministic placement of one two-dimensional (2D) material over another. The successful creation of heterostructures however has relied largely on expensive transfer systems that are not easily accessible to researchers. Although a few reports on low-cost systems have recently surfaced, the full functionality, portability features, and overall effectiveness of such systems are still being explored. In this work, we present an “all-in-one” low-cost transfer setup that is compact, lightweight, and portable and which can be quickly installed with a facile and do it yourself (DIY)-style anaerobic glovebox option that performs at par with commercial anaerobic systems. The “installable” glovebox option means the user has the convenience of quickly converting the working environment into an inert one when air-sensitive 2D materials are used. The lowest RH values obtained in our glovebox is <3%, and the O2 levels rapidly drop from 21% to less than 0.1% in just a few minutes of purging the chamber with inert gas. The transfer system is also equipped with a light-weight PID-controlled substrate heating option that can be easily assembled within just a few hours. We test the versatility of our low-cost system by the successful creation of hexagonal boron nitride (hBN)-encapsulated graphene and hBN-encapsulated molybdenum disulphide (MoS2) heterostructures using the hot pickup technique and graphene-hBN, MoS2-hBN, twisted MoS2, and twisted MoS2 on hBN stacks using the wetting technique, and a MoS2-hBN-graphene vertical tunneling heterostructure was formed using a combination approach. The effectiveness of the DIY glovebox is proven with the demonstration of extended stability of freshly exfoliated black phosphorous (BP) flakes, their encapsulation between thin hBN layers, and the formation of electrically contacted BP devices with a protective hBN top layer. At an overall price point of approximately 1000 $, the versatile setup presented here is expected to further contribute to the growth of research in 2D materials, in particular, for researchers initially faced with overcoming a huge entry-level threshold to work in the field of 2D materials and van der Waals heterostructures.

A Cautionary Story

73 ANDER MONSON A Cautionary Story • Oh how the women grip and stretch fainting on the horn. —Anne Sexton, “The Little Peasant” very time Anne stopped her Subaru at a red light—even before the sickness and its spread—she would glance at the car next to her, a little bubble with a life inside. If you looked at the life long enough you might ruin it, but Anne couldn’t resist. So she looked, surreptitiously at first, and then more boldly if she went unnoticed. It was rare to meet another driver’s eyes in these days of screens. Once she too had felt that when driving she could not be seen, a transparent eye, only to have then been shown a traffic-camera video of her going through a red light undeniably too late. There she was, transgressing, guilty, a little younger, clear as day. If she managed to catch your eye, she would roll her window down—a risk she would not mention later to her wife—and motion for you to roll down yours too, so as to play out what in Anne’s mind was a joke. It was a joke she had been trying to make since her teen years. She’d use that old circular cranking gesture, never mind how long it had been since she’d seen a hand-cranked window in a car (she did remember her father mocking electric windows as an extravagance, just one more thing to go wrong; it turned out he was wrong about what would go wrong first, the electric windows or his heart, and he died, and his death became a window that never fully closed in Anne’s mind). In the chance that she did get you to roll down your window, Anne would let her mask slip and try the joke. “Excuse me, sir,” she’d say, whether or not you were a man. e 74 But was it even a joke? What made it so? What was the point of a joke if you were the only one who got it? Anne did not want to have to explain it again; in fact, she’d refused to even when Sheila had begged like a peasant. Anne had explained jokes to Sheila before to no one’s satisfaction. Instead, she went deeper, saying it did bring out the flavors in roast meat. It even had white wine in it, the kind you’d keep under the pillow if you collected DUIs or other indiscretions, as some of Anne’s friends did. Like all couples in this viral age, the two of them had their safety pact: Here were the risks each of them would take. Here’s what they wouldn’t do, and when. It was good they agreed. Mostly so, at least. But of course, they each had their secrets, so neither could ever really know. What was real and what was not? It was getting hard to tell. When it was too hot to sleep, which it often was, ozone holes and hot hail and the last Antarctic ice shelf collapsing, Anne would go out to the garage, historically her father’s territory, where she could lie on the cool concrete floor and listen to the radio in her car tell stories of new developments: treatments , gene therapies, theories about the peculiar vulnerabilities of the dying. A Norwegian study showed you could get it now just by looking. What the fuck. It had gotten so dark it all seemed like a joke. Sometimes, after Anne stopped paying attention, the voice rattled off what sounded like lines of poetry or numbers: fragments of a code? She believed they must mean something, so she wrote them down, but when transcribed they lost their power, like Anne’s jokes. The glove compartment was itself an anachronism now. What were the chances you’d ever find a pair of gloves inside? As it was logistically the passenger’s compartment, it was awkward when the driver reached across a lap or brushed a breast (perhaps this was the original purpose of the thing) in order to consult the compartment’s contents. But as a passenger, you...

Introduction

Introduction Jim Hicks I'VE SAID THIS BEFORE, but it bears repeating. You probably know that neurologists have a term, proprioception, to describe our sense of ourselves and our body, its position and movement in space. What they haven't yet named, so far as I know, is the cultural equivalent to proprioception: our sense of the world, of history, of our place in it and our ability to move and act, within and on it. Yet such an equivalent does exist: we believe our bodies to be whole and immortal, the world to be solid beneath our feet, we know our family loves us, as does God, and we assume that our nation (race, tribe, clan, call it what you will) is where we belong—to it we pledge allegiance. Until, that is, we don't. Locke wasn't off-base when he named solidity as the first of his simple ideas, the corner or keystone for all of the rest. He had less to say about those moments when the earth moves, a family splits, gods die, or our nation declares war on itself. One day it happens. We wake up and find ourselves amputees. Or else we look back and realize too late the border has been crossed, we won't be going back. On that day, a new calendar begins. And sometimes, someday, we also find ourselves anew, someplace else. The work of imagination inscribes both sides of this dark, backward abysm—and in our Fall issue, that's what you're in for. We offer you expressions of pure love, anticipated, as in a poem from C. P. Cavafy, in Alex de Voogt's translation, or actualized, as in Gwen Thompkins's exuberant tale of two young lovers on their way to a new life in New Orleans, or remembered, as in Karen Henry's reflections on the afterlife of Shakespeare's sonnets, translated to screen and stage. We sense the solidity of stone in Pablo Neruda's XXIII, translated by Karen Hilberg, and also in an excerpt from Giacomo Sartori's novel Bug, [End Page 392] translated by a dearly lamented friend, Frederika Randall—yet in both pieces violence is present as well. No surprise, I suppose, that poets today are tracking cataclysm, both in Steven Duong's "Anatomy" and in a series of dangerous swims, with poems from Emily Van Kley, Marcela Sulak, and Emily Schulten. Elsewhere Margaret Lloyd instructs us on how, in the life of poet Jack Gilbert, home was built, not bought; in an essay on the painstaking work of repair, Philip Metres shows us how lives like Alistair McBride's are forced to seek a possible future, after a promised past is taken from them. Cody Kommers rethinks the unthinkable, meditating on the motivations of génocidaires in Rwanda, with lessons for our time as well. What it's like to leave one life behind, and perhaps find another, is explored in fiction by Alanna Schubach and retraced in memoir by Ammiel Alcalay. With "The Color of Death" and "Song of Parting," we give you two stories as dark and lyrical as their titles, the former a translation of Selina Hossain from Bengali by Mohammad Shafiqul Islam, the latter of Lu Min from Chinese by Michael Day. As objective correlative, we offer the photos of Paul Shoul, marking and measuring the divisions present here in our home, Western Mass., and unmistakable everywhere else. By the time you finish this issue, we reckon, you'll already be asking yourself the question we close with, as posed by the title of Marianne Boruch's poem: "Is the Past What's Left in the Glove Compartment"? Could be, but remember, that car was totaled, then towed away. As the man said, all that is solid melts into air… [End Page 393] Copyright © 2020 The Massachusetts Review, Inc.

Is the Past What's Left in the Glove Compartment

Of a totaled car? Disc five there once,the library lectures-on-tape (Daily Life in the Ancient World)however fog-socked-in shattered day of arrival.

Verona

Verona Nick Makoha (bio) It was your day off when I came into the world.Until then you had no interest in dried leaves, or how a woman might use her hand as a scaleto pour raisins into a bowl or how water moves to the sea. What use was there in something so vast,something you had not seen with your own eyes? In any case you were never one for fishing,for waiting for life at the end of a line. After the nightshift you would park the Mazdaon the drive, rest the paper on the steering wheel, pen in one hand, beef sandwich in another.Seventeen across—nut roast cooked for high fliers (10). You would wait for the street sweeper to appear in your wing mirror.Listening to his broom comb the pavement as you held your sandwich like fruit flicking the radio to 99.8.Twelve down—Girl carries on in Juliet’s place (6). I don’t have this scene on tape but I know that I was six weeks lateand that the 12-inch cigar in your glove compartment was for me. Mama would never let you smoke in the car. The weather reportyou say was interrupted by a jackknifed lorry on the M6. No casualties except the driver the only other personyou knew who had broken his collar bone in three places. Hence the basketball in the back seatand mood swings that have no language. Don’t be afraid remember your wings—Seventeen down(10) Astronaut. And the name you gave me—Twelve down—Verona. The sun hung suspended between two houses when your heartbeatslowed and I became something new you could catch in both hands. [End Page 61] Nick Makoha Nick Makoha’s debut, Kingdom of Gravity (Peepal Tree Press), was shortlisted for the Felix Dennis Prize and nominated by the Guardian as one of the best books of 2017. A Cave Canem graduate fellow and Complete Works alumnus, he won the 2015 Brunel Prize and 2016 Derricotte & Eady Prize for his pamphlet Resurrection Man. He was the 2019 Writer-in-Residence for The Wordsworth Trust and Wasafiri. His play The Dark, produced by Fuel theatre and directed by JMK Award–winner Roy Alexander, had a UK National tour in 2019. His poems appeared in the New York Times, Poetry Review, Rialto, Poetry London, TriQuarterly Review, Boston Review, Callaloo, and Wasafiri. Copyright © 2020 Middlebury College Publications

Central Processing.

On Being a Patient4 June 2019Central ProcessingCaraBeth Lee, MDCaraBeth Lee, MDSwedish Medical Center, Seattle, Washington (C.L.)Search for more papers by this authorAuthor, Article, and Disclosure Informationhttps://doi.org/10.7326/M18-2339 Audio Reading - “Central Processing” Audio. Virginia Hood, MD, reads “Central Processing” by CaraBeth Lee, MD Your browser does not support the audio element. Audio player progress bar Step backward in current audio track Play current audio trackPause current audio track Step forward in current audio track Mute current audio trackUnmute current audio track 00:00/ SectionsAboutFull TextPDF ToolsAdd to favoritesDownload CitationsTrack CitationsPermissions ShareFacebookTwitterLinkedInRedditEmail “Should we try the key? I think we should try the key,” my dad insists.I've flown the longest possible distance across the continental states, from Seattle to Florida, to be with my parents where they wait out the Midwest winter. My dad is fixated on the faulty glove compartment in the new car my mom leased yesterday. It refuses to budge when you push the button but pops open at random when you're driving down the road.He stands in the doorway of my room with his arm extended, pressing the fob toward me. “I can't find the key. ... Author, Article, and Disclosure InformationAffiliations: Swedish Medical Center, Seattle, Washington (C.L.)Corresponding Author: CaraBeth Lee, MD, Swedish Medical Center, 600 Broadway, Suite 340, Seattle, WA 98122; e-mail, carabeth.[email protected]org. PreviousarticleNextarticle Advertisement Audio Reading - “Central Processing” Audio. Virginia Hood, MD, reads “Central Processing” by CaraBeth Lee, MD Your browser does not support the audio element. Audio player progress bar Step backward in current audio track Play current audio trackPause current audio track Step forward in current audio track Mute current audio trackUnmute current audio track 00:00/ FiguresReferencesRelatedDetails Metrics 4 June 2019Volume 170, Issue 11Page: 811KeywordsAdolescentsArmed forcesEmotionsMemorySurgeons ePublished: 4 June 2019 Issue Published: 4 June 2019 Copyright & PermissionsCopyright © 2019 by American College of Physicians. All Rights Reserved.PDF downloadLoading ...

A Lawyer's Introduction to Meaning in the Framework of Corpus Linguistics

Corpus linguistics has been promoted as a new tool for legal interpretation that provides an alternative to dictionaries. But that is not its only significance. In addition to providing new methodologies, corpus linguistics (and in particular corpus-based lexicography) provides important insights about the nature of word meaning, and about the interpretation of words in context. These insights (by linguists and lexicographers such as John Sinclair, Patrick Hanks, Sue Atkins, and Adam Kilgarriff) challenge the assumptions that underlie the lawyers’ and judges’ analyses of word meaning. As one might expect given the centrality of dictionaries in disputes over word meaning, legal interpretation presupposes a view of word meaning that is essentially the same as the view that is fostered by dictionaries. Under this view, individual words are the basic units of meaning from which the meanings of sentences are built. Word meanings are seen as discrete entities with (in most cases) clear boundaries. But corpus linguistics and corpus-based lexicography have shown that the reality is different. Clear boundaries between the meanings of different words, or between the different senses of the same word, often do not exist. Drawing lines between different word senses often has an unavoidable element of arbitrariness, as is shown by the fact that the lines are often drawn differently by different dictionaries. These differences raise questions about the validity of legal interpreters’ relying on dictionaries at all, and at a minimum suggest the need for changes in how dictionaries are used. Corpus linguistics and corpus-based lexicography have also cast doubt on the view (which most people would regard as simple common sense) that words are the basic unit of meaning, and that the meaning of a sentence can be computed by applying the rules of grammar to the meaning of the individual words. It turns out that in many cases, it makes more sense to regard multiword expressions as the basic units of meaning. The meaning of the whole often differs from the sum of the meanings of the words, in part because a word’s meaning in context can be affected by the words it co-occurs with and the grammatical constructions it is part of. As a result of these insights, corpus linguistics opens up new ways of thinking about word meaning—which translates into new modes of argumentation and analysis. To illustrate the possibilities, I will take a fresh look at Muscarello v. United States, 524 U.S. 125 (1998), which presented the question whether driving a car or truck with a firearm in the trunk or glove compartment amounted to “carrying” the firearm. Although Muscarello has already been the subject of a corpus-based analysis by Steven Mouritsen, his analysis focused on which of two dictionary senses of the word carry was more common, and therefore assumed the conception of word meaning that is generally reflected in legal interpretation. My approach will differ from Mouritsen’s in two respects. First, rather than look only at which one of two senses is more common, I will ask a more open-ended question: when viewed without preconceptions, what does the corpus data tell us about how the word carry behaves? Second, I will look at the data through the lens of Corpus Pattern Analysis, a corpus-driven lexicographic approach that focuses on multiword patterns rather than on individual word meanings.

Simulation Studies of Rattle Noise of Automobile Instrumentation Panel

Rattle noise from instrumentation panel can cause discomfort, distraction to the driver and caneven harm the brand image of the vehicle. Generally it cost a lot to fix such noise after manufacturing stage. Present study focuses on simulation of rattle noise in designing phase of instrumentation panel with help of E-Line methodology. Rattle prone areas in instrumentation panel of an automobile have been recognized and glove compartment plate of instrumentation panel has used for three design modifications studies for the purpose of rattle reductions.

Looking forward: In-vehicle auxiliary display positioning affects carsickness

Carsickness is associated with a mismatch between actual and anticipated sensory signals. Occupants of automated vehicles, especially when using a display, are at higher risk of becoming carsick than drivers of conventional vehicles. This study aimed to evaluate the impact of positioning of in-vehicle displays, and subsequent available peripheral vision, on carsickness of passengers. We hypothesized that increased peripheral vision during display use would reduce carsickness. Seated in the front passenger seat 18 participants were driven a 15-min long slalom on two occasions while performing a continuous visual search-task. The display was positioned either at 1) eye-height in front of the windscreen, allowing peripheral view on the outside world, and 2) the height of the glove compartment, allowing only limited view on the outside world. Motion sickness was reported at 1-min intervals. Using a display at windscreen height resulted in less carsickness compared to a display at glove compartment height.

Neuroethology: Unweaving the Senses of Direction

Three recent studies have significantly advanced our understanding of the highly conserved central complex of the insect brain, showing how it provides an internal representation of body orientation, encodes behaviorally relevant sensory cues, and at the same time controls motor actions.

Did GIS Start a Crime Wave? SatNav Theft and Its Implications for Geo-Information Engineering*

In-car satellite navigation systems (SatNavs) are among the first products based on geographic information systems to have widespread fashionable appeal. In the United Kingdom, portable versions that are easily installed on the dashboard or front windshield have become a popular vehicle accessory. As prices have fallen, demand has increased over the last few years to the point that SatNavs might soon achieve the ubiquity of in-car entertainment systems. The rise of popularity of SatNavs, however, has also brought with it increased vulnerability to vehicle crime. Our analysis for the London borough of Newham shows a threefold increase in SatNav theft that occurred from 2005–2006 to 2006–2007. This is not limited to SatNavs being on display, but criminals also looking for the telltale signs of suction marks on the windshield indicating that a portable SatNav might be in the glove compartment or trunk of the car. A geographical analysis of these crime data is presented. Whereas the geo-engineering has focused on improving real-time visualization of position and articulation of navigational instructions, the product engineering as a portable accessory has insufficiently addressed the social implications of vulnerability in a high-crime society, the consequence being a focused acquisitive crime wave.

Travels with Mark Powell

Travels with Mark Powell Pete Duval (bio) Mark Powell and I met as fellows at Bread Loaf in August of 2004. We hit it off immediately, bought some electric sheers, shaved our heads, gathered up the shorn hair, put it all in a Ziploc bag. We've been boys ever since. This requires, perhaps, some explanation. I was browsing in the impromptu book store the conference sets up every year in the cellar of one of its yellow buildings, still overwhelmed and wondering how I'd ended up at Bread Loaf, where so many of my literary heroes had passed through. Over in the corner, this tall blond guy was doing the same thing—browsing, seemingly a bit nervous and maybe a little out of place himself. He went out. I followed. Halfway across Route 125, I caught up with him. I forget what I said by way of introduction, but minutes later we were careening into town in my old Benz, lost in manic conversation. I kept thinking, this guy is so trusting and open, so obviously full of life. At dinner two nights later we decided—I'm not sure how or why, exactly—to shave our heads. The next thing I knew, we were standing in the parking lot of the CVS where we'd purchased electric sheers, the passenger door of the Benz open, a Vermont evening falling as we got to work in the light from the cab's ceiling lamp. Just after I'd sheered a landing strip down the middle of Mark's head, what little charge the battery held gave out. The look on his face in the moment before I remembered the DC adapter in the glove compartment would have been hilarious if it weren't also a little frightening. He's a big guy. I found the adapter, and we finished our artless barbering, and drove back up the mountain with the windows open, the cool air on our scalps. One could, I'll admit, be forgiven for considering this an odd decision, shaving one's head in the middle of a literary conference. But it seemed so natural a thing to do, the kind of spontaneous eruption of the ecstatic foolishness and illumination we would share again and again in the years to come, and which I've never regretted, despite our having to reintroduce ourselves to the confused folks at the conference, who no longer recognized us. Mark Powell has a ravenous and eclectic curiosity. He can talk at length and with as much authority about Dietrich Bonhoeffer's notion [End Page 49] of cheap grace as about the nuances of the .-. defense. He knows the words to "Ice, Ice, Baby"—will perform the song, in fact, if asked, with all sincerity and the moves of Vanilla himself—yet listens while he writes to Bach's Concerto Number . in F Minor. Without doubt, he's the hardest working writer I know. He approaches the discipline with the tenacity and deadly seriousness of a moral imperative. The man is old school, in the best senses of that phrase. The furthest thing from doctrinaire, his writing is nevertheless profoundly religious, in large part because it's so clearly sourced to the wellspring of all spiritual understanding—this physical world. Small things matter to him. Or, put another way, there are no small things. To Powell, the concrete contingencies of moment and place are of sacramental significance, the texture of rust on an old Cub Cadet lawn mower as essential to the experience of his fictions as the nuances of character and plot. He's a modest man; he'd be embarrassed by such comparisons, but I see him as heir to the literary lineage of Melville, Conrad, Flannery O'Connor, Denis Johnson, Robert Stone. Reading him, you know immediately you're in the hands of a writer after the big game. His work embraces, like all serious literature, something we perhaps need reminding of more than ever—that we live out our lives, moment to moment, in bodies. In 2007, walking to the train after hearing Don DeLillo read at the 92nd St. Y, we talked about what we hoped...

Body Ode

121 you flag at rest, lawnmower in the long silence of the garage, gigabit of current and stuff (your im- -possibly distinct states); you car on its way, azalea petal leftover after spring, touchscreen of perception, magnetized, quantum; you skeptic; you word in a Bible in the glove compartment of that red pickup; you pixel of disguise. BODY ODE JONATHAN DUBOW ...

Back Propagation neural network modeling for warpage prediction and optimization of plastic products during injection molding

Warpage of plastic products is an important evaluation index for Plastic Injection Molding (PIM). A Back Propagation (BP) neural-network model for warpage prediction and optimization of injected plastic parts has been developed based on key process variables including mold temperature, melt temperature, packing pressure, packing time and cooling time during PIM. The approach uses a BP neural network trained by the input and output data obtained from the Finite Element (FE) simulations which are performed on Moldflow software platform. In addition, a kind of automobile glove compartment cap was utilized in this study. Trained by the results of FE simulations conducted by orthogonal experimental design method, the prediction system got a mathematical equation mapping the relationship between the process parameter values and warpage value of the plastic. It has been proved that the prediction system has the ability to predict the warpage of the plastic within an error range of 2%. Process parameters have been optimized with the help of the prediction system. Meanwhile energy consumption and production cycle were also taken into consideration. The optimized warpage value is 1.58mm, which is shortened by 32.99% comparing to the initial warpage result 2.358mm. And the cooling time has been decreased from 20s to 10s, which will greatly shorten the production cycle. The final product can satisfy with the matching requirements and fit the automobile glove compartment well.

Traveling by Touch: How Useful are Tactile Maps?

Many of you who are reading this article are itinerant professionals. To do your job, you make daily use of your own car, public transportation, or perhaps a contracted car and driver. If you drive your own car, you probably have caches of maps in accessible places to help you plan your travel. In my car, the maps use often are in the driver's side pocket, and the rarely used ones are nested in the glove compartment. If you are an aging baby boomer as am, you may also keep a magnifier for reading Mine is clamped on the driver's side visor, and occasionally when drive over a bump in the road, am startled by the magnifier dropping suddenly into my lap. If you are blind or have low vision, your travel planning is somewhat different. Rather than reaching around your car for a road map, perhaps you plan your travel route with an electronic device that uses global positioning satellite (GPS) technology or with computer software for mapping; you may obtain phone directions or rely on a driver for route planning. If you live in a city and travel by subway or bus, you may even have a complete tactile map of the transit system as a transportation resource. In unusual situations, you may have a portable version of the tactile map that you can consult for information while traveling. The distinctive role of maps for blind travelers is the subject of Practice Perspectives this month. Following this introduction are descriptions of two projects in which tactile maps were developed to address the needs of travelers who are blind. Before you read these pieces, however, consider how maps are used differently by people who are blind. In the absence of personal expertise on this topic, contacted four adults who are professionals in the field of visual impairment and blindness and are also blind. believed they could provide unique perspectives on map usage. They responded to my three questions with a rich variety of opinions and experiences. Eric Guillory, director of Youth Services at the Louisiana Center for the Blind in Ruston; Daniel Kish, founder and chief executive officer of World Access for the Blind in Huntington Beach, California, and an orientation and mobility instructor; Mark Nelson, chief operating officer for the Foundation for Blind Children in Phoenix, Arizona; and Sandy Ruconich, assistive technology specialist at the Utah Schools for the Deaf and the Blind and past president (2006-2008) of the Association for Education and Rehabilitation of the Blind and Visually Impaired, all spoke to me about their own experiences, which provide context for this Practice Perspectives feature. Their responses to my questions are described below, and their thoughtful comments are very much appreciated. DO YOU USE TACTILE MAPS AS AN ADULT? IF SO, HOW? Although Daniel, Eric, Mark, and Sandy all acknowledged that tactile maps were not often available to them as adults, they all had used them for specific purposes at some point in their lives. Mark uses tactile maps mainly for orientation at conferences and meetings as well as for consideration, with his administrative team, of the way space is used at the Foundation for Blind Children. Eric uses tactile maps mainly in his instructional role with children. He stated, I don't employ them when learning travel routes and/or the layouts of buildings. have already gained a good knowledge of cardinal directions and geographic relationships due to my previous exploration of tactile maps. Daniel reported that tactile maps are rarely available, recalling that he was disappointed on a visit to Disneyland to find that brailled information about the park was available for blind visitors, but the map provided to sighted visitors was not available in a tactile format. …

Bill, Wyoming

Bill, Wyoming Twister Marquiss (bio) “I was standing there in the doorway in your way, talking about a lover’s crazy dream and all the things in between. You were standing there in the highway in my way, screaming out a message to the sky and all your reasons why.” —“Your Point of View” by songwriter Angie McClure This evening your children watch a Discovery Channel feature on Yellowstone Park. Indian-style on the floor in front of you, they press handprints into your apartment’s neutral, stain-resistant carpet. You fold into the corner of the couch behind them, peeking around a set of pigtails at bears, buffalo, and Old Faithful. Pools of steaming color. Waterfalls. You pore over your day at work: pulling apart a Styrofoam coffee cup in spaced intervals to break your cubicle’s monotony. You long for beef tips and noodles, but your wife’s not home and you can’t cook. Maybe she’s your ex-wife. Maybe the kids are on loan for a week or two. The boy is ten, the girl eight. Vibrant colors and bear cubs on TV, no doltish Gallery Furniture (will save you money!) advertisements. You stretch, yawn deep, waddle to the kitchen for a box of Kraft mac & cheese. None. The kids are lost in Yellowstone, so you open the door to the balmy world and walk to the car, keys jingling. Your aging Taurus wagon’s air conditioning will be powerless against greenhouse temperatures for the short drive to a nearby Kroger grocery. You fall into the driver’s seat, one foot on the concrete. The door-ajar chime pinches your ears. You keep a rolled atlas in the glove compartment. A 1993 Rand McNally, cover torn away the day your wife drove to Columbus to cook beef tips and noodles for someone else. Or was it stir-fry? On page 108, you trace Wyoming roads with your middle finger, the habitual “fuck you” gesture she abhorred. Your bird glides north above Interstate 25, then lands at Douglas before flying west to Yellowstone’s white block in grid B-5. The pause startles you. Wander. Tiny letters at the center of grid D-12, pull the map close: Bill. You smile, maybe feign a laugh. Say it. Bill. Bill, Wyoming. Grin. Kick the open door’s armrest with your loafer and ignore the chime. Bill’s just a dot on Highway 59. A glance at the mileage chart and you know the place is thirty miles from nothing in every direction. Remember sophomore geography? Remember your solution to prison overcrowding? “Put a hurricane fence around Wyoming,” you said. “Rolls of razor wire up top. Send them all there!” [End Page 421] You thumb past Canada to the population index on page 128. Frontier, Wyoming, claims 150 inhabitants, but Bill is too small for the register. Chuckle. Toss back twenty pages and tap your “fuck you” on the dot. You don’t know that you’ve ignored other laughable names—Yoder, Halfway, Point of Rocks. You visualize. Imagine a trip. Four days on unfamiliar roads, roughly 1,600 miles from here to Yellowstone. Stops in Denver and Casper, traveling companions and ghosts. Bears and buffalo and Bill. Curiosity piqued, you exit at Douglas, refuel at a Conoco station. You sidetrack north on Highway 59. Only thirty miles out of the way, right? Flat grassland and low hills. Maybe green, maybe brown. No trees. Snow fences along the roadside to divert winter winds. Fresh black pavement and bright yellow stripes. Your tape deck, attached by wire to a hand-me-down Kenwood CD adapter, plays Sheryl Crow. You wish you owned a digital camera to capture this vacuum for a long-overdue geography project. Maybe it’s late afternoon. Southbound trains grind past your window. The locomotive chains are a mile long each, cars loaded over the top with neat rows of ebony coal. Your children press against the windows, your daughter leans over your lap and tugs at the wheel, imagination steering toys on scaled-down railroad tracks. They ask about the BNSF logo on the engines’ sides. You don’t know about the Burlington Northern...

Chocolate Covered Matza-5768

Chocolate Covered Matzah—5768 Lara H. Doan (bio) For Jacob Preheat oven to 350 degrees Border patrol pounces. Detained for “secondary inspection.” Examine the car. Exterior. Interior. Undercarriage. Glove compartment. Cup holders. They move to the trunk. Three customs officers sift through the trunk. They pick through the assortment of objects signaling my geographic position, professional intentionalities, organizational habits: a bag of road salt [End Page 47] (a requirement for winter driving in Ontario), shovel (ditto) and the body image educational kit I’d been meaning to introduce to students. Those are the standout contents of the busy trunk. There’s more; if we were to include the spare tire and booster cables. To that we can also add the material evidence of my ongoing efforts to keep the inside of the car tidy—the traces of such efforts providing bumpy cushioning for the shovel, salt, and resource kit. Line a cookie sheet with aluminum foil. Old road trip cassettes. A family of mismatched mittens and gloves. Dated city street map books and a larger map of Ontario that I’m not especially adept at reading. Probably why the tri-fold map’s home is in the trunk and not in the more readily-accessible-while-driving glove compartment. I was crossing the Windsor-Detroit border to purchase chocolate covered matzah for my brother, Sean. Returning home for Pesah, the intention was to bring a small gift for family and friends. …maybe I should have just made it myself. Place matzah on foiled covered sheet Peter Hrastovec, Chair of the Windsor-Essex Regional Chamber of Commerce, recently claimed, “the future success of our region and the province depends on the free flow of trade and people across this critical border crossing. Every day, over 42,000 commuters, tourists and truck drivers carry $323-million worth of goods cross the Windsor-Detroit border.”1 It hadn’t occurred to me that crossing the border to purchase some matzah would entail a de-grading assault on my psychic life. Perhaps I should have anticipated it. Should have pre-dicted a recognitive struggle at the point of crossing. The risks. The vulnerabilities. The indignities. But border crossing just seemed so commonplace to me. People speak of this border as being one of the most vital trade crossings in North America. Local area stores do not carry the product. Just across the border, however, which is less than 18 minutes away, brings forth a bounty of items Kosher for Pesah. Melt brown sugar with butter in saucepan. Some days, like on this day, I wonder why it is that my personhood attracts such unwanted attention and suspicion. I presented the required documents establishing my citizenship, place of birth, and place of residence. Their handling of these papers undermines the supposed officiality of the documents. Government documents can’t be trusted. Nor can I. How is it I become a threat to the security and well-being of others when crossing borders? Boil until brown sugar and butter mixture coats a spoon. [End Page 48] Yet I know to think in such ways betrays the lure of disavowal blended with a dose of magical thinking. It’s hope gone awry. I hope that maybe it’s something I could change. My hair. My clothes. But those wistful moments are brief. There is only so long a person can pretend. Race and border crossing. Crossing borders while black. Mixed race more specifically. But then specifics aren’t of interest to them— Nor is my humanness. They see Black. They perceive security threat. Object of surveillance. Object for surveillance. Two more guards are beckoned to assist in the search. The vicissitudes of recognition—violent, temporal and lived. Brush matzah with brown sugar mixture. The enormous sign greeting the stream of vehicles crossing the border and flanked by the American and Canadian flags, reads: “Welcome.” It lies Border agents’ questions and actions imbued with the plagues of racism and xenophobia betray the partiality of the “welcome” sign. The conviviality of the situation is almost theatrically scripted: detained en route to purchase chocolate covered matzah for Pesah. I don’t laugh. I can’t. The simplicity of parallel plot...

Knee arthroplasty handbook: techniques in total knee and revision arthroplasty

The Journal of Bone and Joint Surgery. British volumeVol. 89-B, No. 10 Book ReviewsFree AccessKnee arthroplasty handbook: techniques in total knee and revision arthroplasty Edited by G. R. Scuderi and A. J. Tria Jr. Pp. 209. New York: Springer-Verlag, 2006. ISBN: 0-387-30730-3. £36.R. VillarR. VillarSearch for more papers by this authorPublished Online:1 Oct 2007https://doi.org/10.1302/0301-620X.89B10.20289AboutSectionsPDF/EPUB ToolsDownload CitationsTrack CitationsPermissionsAdd to Favourites ShareShare onFacebookTwitterLinked InRedditEmail My first thought, when I picked up this book, was to ask why it had been produced in paperback. For the amount of flipping, flicking and fingering which a book such as this will endure, I thought such a flimsy cover would be a recipe for instant destruction. So I put it through its paces, in my back trouser pocket, in my jacket, in the glove compartment of my car, using the text just like any other novel one might purchase in a high street store. My first impressions were clearly wrong. The book survived, albeit somewhat ragged by the end, as I read it opportunistically from cover to cover. The writing was good, and likewise the presentation, being illustrated by either line diagrams or black and white photographs throughout.The text appears to be aimed at the orthopaedic surgeon who may already have a fair experience of knee replacement surgery. It starts by discussing the important principles of surgical technique, and largely concentrates on technique throughout. However, it does not always go into the full detail one might like when faced with the impossible knee, although there is enough for the experienced surgeon to make a decent pre-operative decision about which technique to employ, and the likely outcome if all goes well. Some of the chapters are very short, for example the one on two-stage reimplantation for infection (chapter 11) is limited to three pages and nine references; but at least the essence of the topic is there.With an editorial hat on, there are some issues which should perhaps have been detected at proof. For example, some radiographs in chapter 15 suggest a risk of allowing patient identification. meanwhile, some references are quoted differently in different parts of the book and there are several examples of mistaken and mismatched spellings hopping between ‘patella tendon’ and ‘patellar tendon’ in chapter 13.The book is also very North Americam with few references quoted from the non-American literature. Orthopaedic surgery is a global specialty - knee replacement in particular - with talented surgeons from throughout the world contributing to the success of this remarkable operation. I suspect that the book took the editors a little while to collate. Nowhere in the text, from first page to last, could I find a reference more recent than the year 2000. Did research into knee replacement cease when the century turned?I found the book interesting, handy and helpful, but perhaps soon to be obsolescent.FiguresReferencesRelatedDetails Vol. 89-B, No. 10 Metrics Downloaded 78 times History Published online 1 October 2007 Published in print 1 October 2007 InformationCopyright © 2007, The British Editorial Society of Bone and Joint Surgery: All rights reservedPDF download

Traveling the Lewis and Clark Trail by Julie Fanselow, and: Adventuring along the Lewis and Clark Trail by Elizabeth Grossman

concise (an average of three per page), orga nized alphabetically by common name, each including information on where the species was observed or collected, natural history notes, Native American uses, and present conservation statusof the species.Here are found theauthor's marvelous black-and-white drawings of birds, mammals, reptiles, and fish. Several plants are also illustrated in each section. One cannot write a natural history and omit plants, but botany is not the author's strength,and there is a strong suggestion inhis acknowledgments thatplantswere added as an afterthought. Johnsgardhas limited himself to those plants for which herbarium material still exists,and because most of theplants collected between theMandan over-wintering site and Great Fallswere lostwhen a cache was flooded, we have very poor herbarium records ofMeri wether Lewis's springtime collections on the Great Plains. The expedition's most important plant collections and descriptions were from areas west of theRockies and are thus beyond thebook's geographic scope. The book's final section is a detailed com pendium of Lewis and Clark sitesof biological and historic interest in the central and upper Missouri Valley. Here travelers or aficionados will find currentdescriptions of areas associated with the Corps of Discovery, including driv ing instructions andWeb site sources. Again, Johnsgard's intimate knowledge of the region and his appreciation for the land and itsvegeta tion,animals, and indigenous people isevident. In all, this isa thoroughly enjoyable and useful addition toyour Lewis and Clark bookshelf and one that will also fit comfortably in a backpack or glove compartment. Traveling theLewis and Clark Trail Thirdedition By JulieFanselow Falcon Publishing, Guilford, Conn., 2003. Photographs, maps, index. 336 pages. $15.95 paper. Adventuring along theLewis and Clark Trail by Elizabeth Grossman Sierra Club Books, San Francisco, 2003. Photographs, maps, notes, bibliography, index. 296 pages. $16.95 paper. Reviewed byKen DuBois Oregon Historical Society,Portland While guidebooks about theLewis and Clark Trail steer travelers toward geo graphic locations, inevitably they also reflect differingperceptions of a nation permanently changed ? for better or worse ? since the Corps of Discovery made their journey two hundred years ago. Just as many nineteenth-century American landscape painterswere careful to include a hu man presence in even the most remote natural scenes, JulieFanselow's Traveling theLewis and Clark Trail provides readerswith the assurance that theirconnection to civilizationwill be un broken as theyventure into the West. This is the primary purpose of the book, and so, broadly speaking, theauthor isextremelysuccessful.She succeeds as well in illustrating the abundant educational opportunities along theway. One Reviews 535 could become an authorityon Lewis and Clark, itseems, from thecumulative effect ofhistorical markers alone. Traveling the Lewis and Clark Trail,published as part of theFalcon Guide series, isdesigned to be a comprehensive manual on basic comforts, recreation, scenery, and points of historical in terestat almost every stage of the trail from St. Louis, Missouri, to theOregon coast. Included are driving directions, basic road maps, recom mended restaurants and lodging, information on biking and hiking trails,details aboutmuse ums and interpretivecenters, and descriptions of a staggeringnumber ofLewis and Clark com memorative sites and historic re-creations. With interestinthebicentennial almost guaranteed to increase in coming years, Fanselow's tipsmay also serve as a warning for some travelers. On the Nebraska-South Dakota border, forexample, she explains that"thereare probably a thousand ormore campsites surrounding Lewis and Clark Lake, but since theymanage to fill up fast on many summer weekends, it's important to stake a place early" (p. 75). Shopping malls, golf courses, and other modern amusements are included in Fanselow's guidebook, but the author deserves credit for creating a guide that never strays far from its subject. Almost every page contains a reference to theCorps ofDiscovery's journey, and there are interesting and well-told Lewis and Clark stories throughout.While making no pretense that travelerswill share theCorps's experience in any sense, Fanselow does make the case that modern-day travelers can find their own adven tures,especially by using backcountry highways and enjoying the rural communities along the way. The simple pleasures of small-town lifeand the scenery between such spotsmay inadver tentlybring travelersback to bygone America in a way no historical marker can. An...