miércoles, 23 de diciembre de 2009
domingo, 20 de diciembre de 2009
lunes, 14 de diciembre de 2009
lunes, 7 de diciembre de 2009
sábado, 28 de noviembre de 2009
domingo, 22 de noviembre de 2009
martes, 17 de noviembre de 2009
viernes, 23 de octubre de 2009
miércoles, 21 de octubre de 2009
jueves, 15 de octubre de 2009
Hockey: 9 year old scores greatest goal in Boston this season
Not too shabby for a 9 year old, eh? Your heart has to go out to the goalie, though, who's probably still frozen in his crease as we speak.
Wahlstrom plays for the Portland Junior Pirate Pee-Wee Major 97s, a team of 12-year-old players based in Maine. The team told us this morning that Wahlstrom is just 9 years old, playing up with older competition. One look at this goal, and you can see why. It also doesn't hurt that his father, Joakim Wahlstrom, was a 10-year veteran of the Swedish Elite League.
According to NESN, that stunning tally came during the taping of the TD Bank Mini 1-on-1, a series that will debut during the first intermission of the Bruins' game against the New Jersey Devils on Oct. 29. It's also shown in-game at the TD Banknorth Garden.
Heck of a goal by Wahlstrom. Wonder if it could have beaten a goalie of slightly larger stature? Not that we'd want to see Wahlstrom try that trick-shot on Bruins netminder Tim Thomas(notes), who'd probably skate out the crease and bulldog the lad if the puck flew by him.
sábado, 29 de agosto de 2009
miércoles, 29 de julio de 2009
The Saddest Bath Ever
With the assistance of dark piano and slow-motion, one bath for a pretty kitty might make you want to take your own life. We don't normally like to give away any of our Cymbalta stash, but we've never seen a tabby in need of a tab worse than this poor guy. Cheer up, buddy! Worst part's over!
sábado, 18 de julio de 2009
viernes, 1 de mayo de 2009
Soccer Coach Uses Goalie’s Luxury SUV To Motivate Him
So what's the best way to get a soccer goalie motivated to stop the opposing team from scoring on him during a game????
That's simple. All you have you do is steal his luxury sports SUV, drive it on the field, and make him stand in front of it while you pepper him with shots.
That's exactly what the Bahrain national coach decided to do as his team prepared for an upcoming World Cup Qualifier with Australia. The Bahrain goaltender actually does pretty well and stops all but one ball, even though the car actually belongs to his coach.
So next time your looking for a way to motivate your goaltender we recommend using the Bahrain national coach's technique. But remember this technique probably works best if your goaltender owns an expensive car.
That's simple. All you have you do is steal his luxury sports SUV, drive it on the field, and make him stand in front of it while you pepper him with shots.
That's exactly what the Bahrain national coach decided to do as his team prepared for an upcoming World Cup Qualifier with Australia. The Bahrain goaltender actually does pretty well and stops all but one ball, even though the car actually belongs to his coach.
So next time your looking for a way to motivate your goaltender we recommend using the Bahrain national coach's technique. But remember this technique probably works best if your goaltender owns an expensive car.
sábado, 25 de abril de 2009
lunes, 9 de marzo de 2009
sábado, 21 de febrero de 2009
A Wonderful 3D animated short
The autor talks about himself:
I was born in Kansas and raised in Iowa, where I lived through high school. Art classes were always my favorite, taking every class our school had to offer while attending outside art classes at local community colleges. I spent most of early years creating my own animated shorts using different techniques such as: stop motion, traditional animation, live action, etc. In 2002, I moved to Sarasota, Florida to continue my education at Ringling College of Art and Design, graduating with a BFA in Computer Animation.Best of Ringling end of year show 2004, 2005
While in school, my first professional experience began at Coreaudiovisual (St. Louis, MO), a commercial production studio. As a Maya artist for Core, I worked on national television spots for Panoz Automotive Division, Visine and Energizer. The following year at Electronic Arts, I worked on Madden 2007 for multiple gaming platforms. Working directly with the Art Director, I created the preliminary visuals for the upcoming Madden title. In the summer of 2006, Project Firefly studios (founded by former Disney animators) brought me in to create their first 3D animation project (The Simpsons Ride for Universal Studios), for which I was responsible for 3D animation, modeling and rigging. Presently, I have been working at HumaNature Studios (Bay Area, CA) as an artist/animator for an original, unannounced title for Nintendo DS to be released early 2008. My recent side project has been the completion of a 30 second commercial spot for TV.
Ringling Senior Show Selection
International Educational Media Video Contest Winner – 1st Place-2002
Educational Telecommunication Consortium Video Contest - Grand Prize-2002
Iowa Educational Media Video Contest – 1st Place-2002, 2nd and 3rd Place-2000
Art Educators of Iowa All-State Visual Arts Award Recipient – 2002
Educational Telecommunication Consortium Video Contest - Grand Prize-2001
Mt. Mercy College Art Competition Scholarship
Mt. Mercy College Honors Scholarship
Marion Times Student of the Month Award – 2001
Linn-Mar High School Academic Achievement Awards-1999, 2000, 2001
viernes, 13 de febrero de 2009
viernes, 6 de febrero de 2009
domingo, 18 de enero de 2009
Some passengers prayed. Others read the flight safety card. Guess which was more useful?
Passengers tell the inside story of US Airways flight 1549
When a packed Airbus splashed down in New York's Hudson river last week the drama was only starting. Michael Wilson and Russ Buettner reveal the remarkable story of how the drama unfolded inside the cabin as passengers struggled through water and chaos to safety
Some passengers screamed, others tucked their heads between their knees, and several prayed over and over: "Lord, forgive me for my sins." But a man named Josh who was sitting in the exit row did exactly what everyone is supposed to do but few ever do: he pulled out the safety card and read the instructions on how to open the exit door.
US Airways Flight 1549 smacked into the Hudson river the way a speedboat lands after jumping over a wake - with a thud that rattled teeth and nerves and stunned the cabin silent. It was as if everyone was waiting for someone else to shout in pain and no one did.
Then Josh stood up. "Someone tried to pull the door in," another passenger recalled, "and he said, 'No, you've got to throw it out.' He twisted it and threw it out."
Thus began some of the most harrowing minutes of what the New York governor, David A Paterson, described as the Miracle on the Hudson. It was a perfect landing and a perfect ending: everyone survived. But from the moment the plane hit the water to the moment the last person reached dry land, scores of human dramas unfolded.
Friendships were struck on a frigid wing. Chivalrous heroes emerged beside selfish elbow-thrusters in what one survivor described as an "orderly mess" and another called "controlled panic". There was tension, co-operation and even pure comedy, as more than a dozen passengers recounted in interviews the day after in New York, Charlotte, North Carolina, and beyond.
There was the woman in the fur coat who asked a stranger to go back inside the slowly sinking plane to fetch her purse. The man who carried his suit bag on to the wing with him. The mother who had to climb over seats holding her nine-month-old son to avoid a stampede and the man who eventually helped them to safety. An older woman who walked with great difficulty and a young one who tenderly kissed her fiancé before the landing. And the prayers: from simple pleas to the heavens to the Lord's Prayer, only halfway completed when the jet began to swim.
The flight, which left LaGuardia airport late after a gate change, was packed with a diverse cross-section of people: 23 frequent-flying Bank of America executives returning home after meetings in New York; a band of buddies on a golf trip to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina; a 74-year-old man who had just attended his brother's funeral; a family trying to visit a grandmother before her surgery. And, in seat 13F, Emma Sophina, 26, a pop singer from Australia, who was working on a song called "Bittersweet", forever linked in her mind now to a day that was anything but.
Martin Sosa, 48, who lives in New York's West Village and was travelling with his wife and two young children, recalled thinking, "OK, so you survived the impact, now you are going to drown." He added: "The plane is slowly sinking and there's no movement to the outside."
Inside, as if heeding one collective thought, everyone moved to the rear of the cabin, only to find the exit doors there locked tight and water rising as the tail dipped below the surface. "If that door opened, everything would go under," said Brad Wentzell, 31, a patio-door salesman from Charlotte, the flight's destination. The crowd turned and began moving up the aisle all at once.
"Everybody's blocking everybody off and there's a woman and a child," Wentzell said. "She's screaming that people were blocking them off."
The woman was Sosa's wife, Tess, who was carrying their nine-month-old son, Damian. Sosa was with their four-year-old, Sofia. "People were just saying, 'Move, move, move!'," he recalled. "Some people were actually gracious enough to let me go by with a child and kind of move my way up."
But his wife was having a more difficult time and finally began trying to crawl over the backs of seats. "She didn't want to get crushed by the stampede," her husband said. Another passenger heard someone cry: "Get the baby out!"
Wentzell, the door salesman, moved to help. "I kind of bear-hugged them and picked them up and said, 'You're coming with me,' and carried them to the front to the exit," he said.
He passed them off to a stranger standing at the door, who helped them on to a wing. But the life raft attached to the plane was upside down in the river, just out of reach. Wentzell turned and found another passenger, Carl Bazarian, an investment banker from Florida who, at 62, was twice his age. Wentzell grabbed the wrist of Bazarian, who grabbed a third man who held on to the plane. Wentzell then leaned out to flip the raft.
"Carl was Iron Man that day," Wentzell said. "We got the raft stabilised and we got on." A man went into the water, and the door salesman and the banker hauled him aboard. He curled in a foetal position, freezing.
On another wing, Craig Black, a 46-year-old auditor, stood at the tip and thought of the Titanic, as in, he said, "there wouldn't have been enough rafts for everyone".
Don Norton, 35, one of three passengers who work at LendingTree.com, a Charlotte-based financial services company, had opened one of the other emergency exits. Then he had to work out what to do with the hatch, finally tossing it into the river. He was the first to step on to the slippery wing and struggled to maintain his balance in his black Aldo dress shoes as he made room for those behind. About 20 or 30 people had joined him when he realised that in his rush to remove the door he had forgotten to grab a seat cushion - how many hundreds of times had he heard that announcement? At that moment, "the woman next to me handed me my seat cushion," he recalled. "She had hers and handed me mine. We bonded."
He needed it, too, because the New York Waterway ferry stopped about three feet from the wing's edge, so he had to jump in and swim. The cushion kept his head dry. Lucille Palmer, 85, grabbed for her purse. Her daughter, Diane Higgins, 58, told her to leave it.
Dick Richardson, 57, a frequent flyer, had, on takeoff, done his ritual count of the rows between his seat and the nearest exit (eight) before closing his eyes to try to sleep. On impact, he moved his BlackBerry from his belt clip to the inside pocket of his blue-grey tweed blazer.
Debbie Ramsey, 48, of Knoxville, Tennessee, said she hesitated for a minute over leaving her Eddie Bauer down jacket and her carry-on bag containing the chocolates she had bought for her two-year-old grandson, but grabbed her seat cushion instead.
Dave Sanderson, 47, a salesman for Oracle, said he saw a woman in her 60s pulling her luggage out of the overhead bin. "I just started screaming, 'Get out, get out!' She said, 'I need my stuff,' Sanderson said. "Another gentleman who did a great job - he's a hero - actually picked her up and threw her on the lifeboat." Her luggage was floating in the river.
David Sontag, who had just buried his brother in New York, recalled a man in the doorway, demanding that the passengers count off as they passed; now he believes it was the hero-pilot, Captain Chesley B Sullenberger III.
Moments earlier, Nick Gamache, 32, a software salesman, had sent his wife a text message that read, "Planes on fire love you and the kids," so he was naturally in a hurry to update her. But he paused as the pilot told him to carefully step into the raft.
On the wing, Laurie Crane, 58, watched the water rise to her waist. "I'm like, 'I'm not supposed to drown,' " she said. " 'This isn't the way I'm going to go. Keep fighting.' So I did."
The Sosa family made their way slowly on to the right wing. "We were being very cautious, because we didn't want to lose hold of our children and many people were trying to grab our children away from us," Sosa said. Indeed, Sanderson - who said that since 9/11 he says a silent prayer every time he boards a flight - recalled Sosa "standing there screaming".
"The ladies on the lifeboat said, 'Give us the baby, give us the baby, throw us the baby'," Sanderson said. "And she wouldn't do it." Eventually, he said, "the other guy who was on the wing and myself sort of grabbed her and heaved".
There was no room on the overcrowded raft for Sosa. "It was kind of first come, first served," he said. "I have to say, some things could have been done a little differently to get my wife and kids on board first."
Sosa ended up chest-deep in the frigid water and was soon unable to feel his legs - his fingers stayed numb throughout Friday - but the children were fine and joined their parents on the Today show on Friday morning. "My daughter said, 'Daddy, the plane turned into a boat'," Sosa recalled.
The rescue boats streamed towards the jet from all directions. A police helicopter hovered just above the river, and divers dropped down.
Aboard one of the ferries that helped in the rescue, Captain Sullenberger took a metal clipboard with the manifest up to the wheelhouse, and used the emergency services radio network to get a count from all the other vessels: everyone was alive.
Billy Campbell, 49, a television executive, had watched water seeping through seams in the plane's windows and, seeing the clogged aisles, started climbing over the seats instead. His waterlogged shoes gave him little traction, so he would put a knee on a seat, fall and keep moving. He reached the exit on the right wing, but it was blocked. The exit on the left was clear, but the wing was full of people.
The pilot and the flight attendants had beckoned Campbell to the front, and he ended up on the same raft as the pilot. "I said, 'Thank you' and held his arm," Campbell recalled, "and he said, 'You're welcome'."
Maryann Bruce, 48, of Cornelius, North Carolina, said that while others were "thinking of dying, I was actually thinking about living. I wanted to see my kids and my husband." She said she had survived disasters before, including the 1993 bombing of the World Trade Centre, where she worked then.
"I must have nine lives," she said. "I was vacationing in Honolulu and had to be evacuated for a tsunami. I was skiing in Denver and had an avalanche. I was at the big LA earthquake."
At a downtown hotel where survivors waited to meet airline representatives, one of the passengers ordered a martini. Before long, nine of the passengers were exchanging stories and wine was poured, and someone decided that he had seen enough of New York City for one day, thank you.
The group returned to LaGuardia, where they boarded US Airways Flight 2591 to Charlotte, which took off just before 10pm.
"They applauded us," said Wentzell, the door salesman. "We had some wine and we thought about just how great it was to be alive."
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When a packed Airbus splashed down in New York's Hudson river last week the drama was only starting. Michael Wilson and Russ Buettner reveal the remarkable story of how the drama unfolded inside the cabin as passengers struggled through water and chaos to safety
Some passengers screamed, others tucked their heads between their knees, and several prayed over and over: "Lord, forgive me for my sins." But a man named Josh who was sitting in the exit row did exactly what everyone is supposed to do but few ever do: he pulled out the safety card and read the instructions on how to open the exit door.
US Airways Flight 1549 smacked into the Hudson river the way a speedboat lands after jumping over a wake - with a thud that rattled teeth and nerves and stunned the cabin silent. It was as if everyone was waiting for someone else to shout in pain and no one did.
Then Josh stood up. "Someone tried to pull the door in," another passenger recalled, "and he said, 'No, you've got to throw it out.' He twisted it and threw it out."
Thus began some of the most harrowing minutes of what the New York governor, David A Paterson, described as the Miracle on the Hudson. It was a perfect landing and a perfect ending: everyone survived. But from the moment the plane hit the water to the moment the last person reached dry land, scores of human dramas unfolded.
Friendships were struck on a frigid wing. Chivalrous heroes emerged beside selfish elbow-thrusters in what one survivor described as an "orderly mess" and another called "controlled panic". There was tension, co-operation and even pure comedy, as more than a dozen passengers recounted in interviews the day after in New York, Charlotte, North Carolina, and beyond.
There was the woman in the fur coat who asked a stranger to go back inside the slowly sinking plane to fetch her purse. The man who carried his suit bag on to the wing with him. The mother who had to climb over seats holding her nine-month-old son to avoid a stampede and the man who eventually helped them to safety. An older woman who walked with great difficulty and a young one who tenderly kissed her fiancé before the landing. And the prayers: from simple pleas to the heavens to the Lord's Prayer, only halfway completed when the jet began to swim.
The flight, which left LaGuardia airport late after a gate change, was packed with a diverse cross-section of people: 23 frequent-flying Bank of America executives returning home after meetings in New York; a band of buddies on a golf trip to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina; a 74-year-old man who had just attended his brother's funeral; a family trying to visit a grandmother before her surgery. And, in seat 13F, Emma Sophina, 26, a pop singer from Australia, who was working on a song called "Bittersweet", forever linked in her mind now to a day that was anything but.
Martin Sosa, 48, who lives in New York's West Village and was travelling with his wife and two young children, recalled thinking, "OK, so you survived the impact, now you are going to drown." He added: "The plane is slowly sinking and there's no movement to the outside."
Inside, as if heeding one collective thought, everyone moved to the rear of the cabin, only to find the exit doors there locked tight and water rising as the tail dipped below the surface. "If that door opened, everything would go under," said Brad Wentzell, 31, a patio-door salesman from Charlotte, the flight's destination. The crowd turned and began moving up the aisle all at once.
"Everybody's blocking everybody off and there's a woman and a child," Wentzell said. "She's screaming that people were blocking them off."
The woman was Sosa's wife, Tess, who was carrying their nine-month-old son, Damian. Sosa was with their four-year-old, Sofia. "People were just saying, 'Move, move, move!'," he recalled. "Some people were actually gracious enough to let me go by with a child and kind of move my way up."
But his wife was having a more difficult time and finally began trying to crawl over the backs of seats. "She didn't want to get crushed by the stampede," her husband said. Another passenger heard someone cry: "Get the baby out!"
Wentzell, the door salesman, moved to help. "I kind of bear-hugged them and picked them up and said, 'You're coming with me,' and carried them to the front to the exit," he said.
He passed them off to a stranger standing at the door, who helped them on to a wing. But the life raft attached to the plane was upside down in the river, just out of reach. Wentzell turned and found another passenger, Carl Bazarian, an investment banker from Florida who, at 62, was twice his age. Wentzell grabbed the wrist of Bazarian, who grabbed a third man who held on to the plane. Wentzell then leaned out to flip the raft.
"Carl was Iron Man that day," Wentzell said. "We got the raft stabilised and we got on." A man went into the water, and the door salesman and the banker hauled him aboard. He curled in a foetal position, freezing.
On another wing, Craig Black, a 46-year-old auditor, stood at the tip and thought of the Titanic, as in, he said, "there wouldn't have been enough rafts for everyone".
Don Norton, 35, one of three passengers who work at LendingTree.com, a Charlotte-based financial services company, had opened one of the other emergency exits. Then he had to work out what to do with the hatch, finally tossing it into the river. He was the first to step on to the slippery wing and struggled to maintain his balance in his black Aldo dress shoes as he made room for those behind. About 20 or 30 people had joined him when he realised that in his rush to remove the door he had forgotten to grab a seat cushion - how many hundreds of times had he heard that announcement? At that moment, "the woman next to me handed me my seat cushion," he recalled. "She had hers and handed me mine. We bonded."
He needed it, too, because the New York Waterway ferry stopped about three feet from the wing's edge, so he had to jump in and swim. The cushion kept his head dry. Lucille Palmer, 85, grabbed for her purse. Her daughter, Diane Higgins, 58, told her to leave it.
Dick Richardson, 57, a frequent flyer, had, on takeoff, done his ritual count of the rows between his seat and the nearest exit (eight) before closing his eyes to try to sleep. On impact, he moved his BlackBerry from his belt clip to the inside pocket of his blue-grey tweed blazer.
Debbie Ramsey, 48, of Knoxville, Tennessee, said she hesitated for a minute over leaving her Eddie Bauer down jacket and her carry-on bag containing the chocolates she had bought for her two-year-old grandson, but grabbed her seat cushion instead.
Dave Sanderson, 47, a salesman for Oracle, said he saw a woman in her 60s pulling her luggage out of the overhead bin. "I just started screaming, 'Get out, get out!' She said, 'I need my stuff,' Sanderson said. "Another gentleman who did a great job - he's a hero - actually picked her up and threw her on the lifeboat." Her luggage was floating in the river.
David Sontag, who had just buried his brother in New York, recalled a man in the doorway, demanding that the passengers count off as they passed; now he believes it was the hero-pilot, Captain Chesley B Sullenberger III.
Moments earlier, Nick Gamache, 32, a software salesman, had sent his wife a text message that read, "Planes on fire love you and the kids," so he was naturally in a hurry to update her. But he paused as the pilot told him to carefully step into the raft.
On the wing, Laurie Crane, 58, watched the water rise to her waist. "I'm like, 'I'm not supposed to drown,' " she said. " 'This isn't the way I'm going to go. Keep fighting.' So I did."
The Sosa family made their way slowly on to the right wing. "We were being very cautious, because we didn't want to lose hold of our children and many people were trying to grab our children away from us," Sosa said. Indeed, Sanderson - who said that since 9/11 he says a silent prayer every time he boards a flight - recalled Sosa "standing there screaming".
"The ladies on the lifeboat said, 'Give us the baby, give us the baby, throw us the baby'," Sanderson said. "And she wouldn't do it." Eventually, he said, "the other guy who was on the wing and myself sort of grabbed her and heaved".
There was no room on the overcrowded raft for Sosa. "It was kind of first come, first served," he said. "I have to say, some things could have been done a little differently to get my wife and kids on board first."
Sosa ended up chest-deep in the frigid water and was soon unable to feel his legs - his fingers stayed numb throughout Friday - but the children were fine and joined their parents on the Today show on Friday morning. "My daughter said, 'Daddy, the plane turned into a boat'," Sosa recalled.
The rescue boats streamed towards the jet from all directions. A police helicopter hovered just above the river, and divers dropped down.
Aboard one of the ferries that helped in the rescue, Captain Sullenberger took a metal clipboard with the manifest up to the wheelhouse, and used the emergency services radio network to get a count from all the other vessels: everyone was alive.
Billy Campbell, 49, a television executive, had watched water seeping through seams in the plane's windows and, seeing the clogged aisles, started climbing over the seats instead. His waterlogged shoes gave him little traction, so he would put a knee on a seat, fall and keep moving. He reached the exit on the right wing, but it was blocked. The exit on the left was clear, but the wing was full of people.
The pilot and the flight attendants had beckoned Campbell to the front, and he ended up on the same raft as the pilot. "I said, 'Thank you' and held his arm," Campbell recalled, "and he said, 'You're welcome'."
Maryann Bruce, 48, of Cornelius, North Carolina, said that while others were "thinking of dying, I was actually thinking about living. I wanted to see my kids and my husband." She said she had survived disasters before, including the 1993 bombing of the World Trade Centre, where she worked then.
"I must have nine lives," she said. "I was vacationing in Honolulu and had to be evacuated for a tsunami. I was skiing in Denver and had an avalanche. I was at the big LA earthquake."
At a downtown hotel where survivors waited to meet airline representatives, one of the passengers ordered a martini. Before long, nine of the passengers were exchanging stories and wine was poured, and someone decided that he had seen enough of New York City for one day, thank you.
The group returned to LaGuardia, where they boarded US Airways Flight 2591 to Charlotte, which took off just before 10pm.
"They applauded us," said Wentzell, the door salesman. "We had some wine and we thought about just how great it was to be alive."
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