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NEW YORK – Il 24 giugno scorso lo Stato di New York ha approvato la storica legge che riconosce il diritto al matrimonio tra omosessuali. New York diventa, così, il sesto e il più popoloso Stato americano ad aprire alle nozze gay, dopo Iowa, New Hampshire, Massachusetts, Connecticut e Vermont.

L’abito fa il monaco oppure no? Un luogo comune è un luogo comune, ma probabilmente si possono capire tante caratteristiche della personalità della gente dal modo in cui si veste, sempre che i vestiti siano stati scelti dalla persona stessa. E gli uomini non fanno differenza, così i loro abiti possono essere degli indizi di quello che ci si può aspettare da loro. Queste vanno intese come classificazioni di massima e delle caratterizzazioni spinte fino alla parodia, per cui le eccezioni potrebbero essere non poche.

L’uomo hipster è molto facile da comprendere. Passa molto tempo davanti allo specchio a scegliere in un armadio di pantaloni attillati e scuri, fedora tutti uguali, occhiali alla moda. L’uomo hipster non è un leader, ma un seguace, per cui avrà un carattere non impositivo. È uno che si accosta a mode e modi prendendone le fissazioni e quindi denota, anche se non sempre, poca capacità critica.

Reebok, sponsor tecnico di EA7 Olimpia Milano per il quinto anno consecutivo, è orgogliosa di presentare la maglia ufficiale di gioco per la nuova stagione agonistica: una divisa studiata per offrire ai campioni della squadra meneghina la combinazione vincente tra comfort, tecnicità e look. La divisa è stata realizzata in tessuto high-tech, dotato di tecnologia sostenibile certificata Top Dry Fabric, un sistema di gestione nella traspirazione che permette di assorbire il sudore e rilasciarlo all’esterno, garantendone la perfetta gestione, per una totale traspirabilità. La maglia è stata disegnata a partire da un design semplice e lineare ma allo stesso tempo elegante, Reebok ha infatti messo a disposizione la sua tecnologia ma con stile, anche sul campo da gioco. La sponsorizzazione comprende, oltre alla maglia da gioco, tutta l’attrezzatura tecnica della prima squadra e del settore giovanile per ciò che riguarda divise di gioco, allenamento e calzature. L’accordo pluriennale, di recente rinnovato, prevede la commercializzazione del merchandising ufficiale uomo donna e bambino, nonché delle maglie replica. La condivisione di valori ed ideali costituisce la base della collaborazione tra Reebok e Olimpia Milano: professionalità e passione per lo sport contraddistinguono, infatti, tutte le iniziative della squadra e di Reebok ed alimentano con entusiasmo la collaborazione globale che vede Reebok e Armani unirsi per la realizzazione della linea sporty-chic Reebok EA7, in vendita nei migliori punti vendita Armani-Reebok del mondo.

Investigators say the 36 yr old woman had just come home from dropping her kids off at school when she noticed the screen to her bathroom window had been sliced open. As she was checking the rest of the house the suspect jumped her from behind.

Lowell Police Captain Kelly Richardson said, “Mostly head injuries. She was hit over the head several times while she was in the house. I just left her at hospital. I think she’s going to be fine, but she’s obviously very shook up.”

Police say the suspect took off on foot, running out of the house and coming face to face with two of the woman’s friends who were dropping by for a visit. He allegedly hurled his cell phone at one woman before running away.

Superintendent Ken Lavallee said, “We had followed the track to a certain location, but we, The dogs lost the scent.”

Police describe the suspect as a white man in his 20s, 5 foot 9, thin build, dark hair, wearing a dark hoodie, black shirt with yellow lettering, dark jeans, sneakers and a dark baseball hat.

Neighbor Darlene Edwards was out for a walk when she heard the news, “That’s terrible. Was she alone? Oh my God.”

Neighbors — in what they call a quiet community — are shaken by the seemingly random attack. After seeing the police dogs and ambulance, Donna Michael called to have her alarm system fixed. “It could happen to anybody,” she said.

Police hope to capture the suspect soon — when he allegedly threw his phone at the woman’s friends, he didn’t stop and pick it back up — police did. “This is a very active investigation, we’re working our hardest to find this person,” assured Captain Richardson.

Police say the victim was treated for serious, but not life-threatening injuries at Lowell General Hospital

Warren Maus has a number in mind.

“Seventy thousand,” he says.

It is early May, the end of another pledge drive at KKFI, the 100,000-watt, rabidly independent FM station that bills itself as “Kansas City Community Radio.”

Maus is the station’s director of development and marketing. He is also the de facto leader of KKFI’s four-person staff since the departure of the last station manager a few months ago. Before coming out of retirement last fall, Maus raised money for Kansas City Public Television, where he had no trouble creating narratives of crisis. And yet the situation at KCPT seems like a walk in the park compared with KKFI.

An electrical failure at the station’s transmitter last fall required $15,000 to fix. KKFI derives 70 percent of its budget from listener contributions, but the last pledge drive fell well short of the mark, no thanks to the economy. Things got so tight that at one point KKFI asked another local nonprofit for a three-week loan. Even if the board was inclined to hire another station manager, it couldn’t afford one now.

So another desperate plea for money went out by direct mail, and the late spring fundraising drive was moved up to early spring. And the phones started to ring in the pledge room, though not as much as they do at KCUR, the public radio station that KKFI diehards regard with a mixture of envy and contempt. In visits to KKFI during its beg-a-thon, I overheard more than one person mention how Bill Shapiro, the longtime host of “Cyprus Avenue” on KCUR, recently raised $17,000 for his station in two hours.

Maus stands in the pledge room, next to a table where a couple of volunteers wait for a couple of phones to ring. Looking at the white board on the wall, with the hourly, daily and total giving amounts scribbled on it, the goal Maus has in mind for this pledge drive – $70,000 – appears to be within reach.

On the other side of the pledge room’s large plate-glass window is the on-air studio. I walk in, pull up a metal folding chair and settle in for the blues show, hosted by Mike Ross, the longtime KPRS personality-turned-KKFI-favorite known as “White Hat Mike.”

He arrives in a plaid blue long-sleeve shirt, creased blue jeans and blue alligator shoes, tosses his signature white hat aside and puts on headphones, which he turns up so loud that I can hear the show clearly through them when the studio monitors go off. (“I’ve got to feel it,” he says.)

Roger Naber, the local promoter who also has a blues show, settles in opposite White Hat at one of three guest microphones. During a break in the music, White Hat turns their mics on and starts an argument with Naber.

“B.B. King, Albert King, Bobby Bland — who was the king of the blues?” he asks.

“I enjoyed Albert King’s performances more than B.B. King’s,” Naber says.

White Hat disagrees.

“B.B. King had to put on a top-notch performance every night!” he said. “He would do ‘The Tonight Show’ one night, play the White House the next night, and Las Vegas the next.”

Sitting on either side of Naber are Trampas Whiteman, the station’s chief operator, pressed into service reading pledge cards, and another blues host, Dorothy Hawkins, “Lady D” as she’s known to listeners. They’re here to create an atmosphere of fun and excitement and remind those who are tardy with their pledges that they will get this kind of entertainment only on 90.1 FM.

Lady D has invited a gentleman friend to sit in the studio and watch. During the show, he hands $25 in cash to Hawkins in support of the cause. She urges listeners to follow his example.

“You can walk it in,” she says.

A few minutes later, Mike and Roger are swapping more stories on the air about blues greats they have known when Lady D becomes full of the spirit.

Laughing, she hollers into the microphone, “You will only get this on 90.1 FM!”

“A radio station should not be just a hole in the universe for making money, or running the world. A radio station should be a live place for live people to sing and dance and talk.”

Those words, by a cranky nonprofit entrepreneur named Lorenzo W. Milam, appear in the third edition of his classic “Sex and Broadcasting: A Handbook on Starting a Radio Station for the Community.” First published in 1971, “Sex and Broadcasting” was both the textbook and inspirational guide used in the founding of dozens of radio stations around the country, including KKFI.

Milam had worked at the first postwar community radio station, KPFA in Berkeley, Calif., and was inspired by Lewis Hill, the idiosyncratic genius who ran KPFA. With money from an inheritance, Milam started KRAB-FM in Seattle in 1962 and patterned it on Hill’s anarchic-highbrow model, which a listener once described as “an eclectic array of programs ranging from anarchists to Birchers, Jesuits to atheists, bluegrass to raga.”

In 1977 in Kansas City, Communiversity sponsored a course on starting a radio station along the lines described in “Sex and Broadcasting.” Sixty people showed up for that class. A nonprofit was quickly formed and began sending out mimeographed appeals.

“If each of you sends us $12.00,” a newsletter from June 1977 told readers, “Mid-Coast Radio Project will be months and materials ahead on its way to your ears.”

“We started the engineering,” recalls Gil Werner, “and finally realized the mountain we had to overcome.”

KKFI had to fight a 10-watt college station for the rights to the frequency. Then, just days before an FCC deadline, Kansas City’s zoning board refused to grant a permit for KKFI’s antenna site, and the group had to scramble to find one outside the city’s jurisdiction.

Sixty people dwindled down to just a few diehards before the project finally started to pick up steam. There was a grant for an audience study. There were fundraisers. Volunteers. Bingo games. And more struggles.

At one point, Mid-Coast could have put up a low-power transmitter but voted to fundraise until it could pay for 100,000 watts. The group was committed to bringing community radio to the entire area, not just midtown.

KKFI signed on Feb. 28, 1988, almost 11 years after the Communiversity class. Tom Crane – the last of the founders still involved with the station – keeps a scrapbook of station ephemera dating back 30 years. He pulls out the Radio Wave newsletter from that month. It lists the first KKFI board of directors, and Crane knows something about almost everyone’s whereabouts today.

“I think of all the struggles we went through to get this on the air,” Crane says. “Odds that never should have been overcome were overcome. People were willing to work long hours with no pay to make this happen.”

In 1988, the people of St. Louis were waking up to the new sounds of community radio as well. For the Gateway City, however, this was the second time around.

Lorenzo Milam himself started the first grassroots station in St. Louis, KDNA-FM, in 1969, along with his partner, Jeremy Lansman. KDNA became known for the high quality of its music, much of it by local artists, and it gave a generation of community broadcasters a mission they took to other places.

However, the frequency KDNA was sitting on was soon worth several times what Milam and Lansman paid for it. In 1973, someone gave them $1.1 million for KDNA, and the two radio rebels went across the country starting more stations with the proceeds. It took 14 years before the Double Helix group could secure another FM frequency in St. Louis. In 1987, KDHX took to the air with an eclectic mix of music, much like its predecessor.

Per abiti da matrimonio e da cerimonia per l’ uomo, il marchio Drink va assolutamente preso in considerazione: italiano al cento per cento, le sue creazioni hanno un design raffinato e sono molto alla moda, realizzate con materiali di gran pregio e qualità come si può notare da tre modelli particolari della collezione 2011.

Composto da cinque pezzi realizzati in tessuto lucido, il modello Barocco è disponibile in total black o total white (come in immagine): la camicia è in tinta unita senza fantasie, mentre la giacca, i pantaloni, il gilet e la cravatta hanno una fantasia floreale.

Per chi vuole stupire perché un po’ fuori dagli schemi, Drink propone il modello Rosa, anch’ esso composto da cinque pezzi: giacca, gilet e pantaloni hanno linee classiche ma si fanno notare per il colore nero con riflessi rossi, mentre la camicia ed il papillon sono in rosa e rosso.

Veramente spettacolare infine il modello Metallizzato, sempre nei classici cinque pezzi: i pantaloni, il gilet e la giacca sono nel colore blu metallizzato con particolari striature nere dall’ effetto aggressivo, la cravatta e la camicia sono in tinta unita blu elettrico; Drink lo mette a disposizione anche nel color pesca

NIAGARA FALLS—Michael Conner saw her just before she fell.

Dressed in a bright red hoodie and wearing big sunglasses, the woman was talking and taking pictures with a friend. She had climbed up on one of several rock posts, straddling the metal railing that ran between them. Below, water rushed over the brink of Horseshoe Falls.

In that fleeting moment, Conner thought about telling the woman to climb down. The Maryland teen, who’s been coming to Niagara Falls with his family since he was a toddler, had told people to get off the railing before.

But this time, he didn’t. He was with his little brother. The girls seemed to speak no English. And so, he kept walking.

“I knew I should have said something when I saw her over there doing the same thing,” Conner, 19, said late Monday afternoon, pointing to one of several rock posts. “It’s just a tragedy.”

A 19-year-old international student who was attending school in Toronto is still missing and presumed dead after being swept over the falls on Sunday evening.

On Monday, police said they were working with the Japanese consulate to notify her family. No names have been released.

Police said surveillance footage from the nearby visitors centre showed a woman straddling the safety rail while looking out over the falls. The woman, holding an umbrella, was apparently having her picture taken, said Niagara Parks Police Chief Doug Kane.

When she stood up, seemingly to climb back over the rail, she slipped, falling about 25 metres into the current below.

Conner said he realized something was wrong when he heard sirens and saw a group of people peering into the water. The girl’s shell-shocked friend, who had called 911, ran from the visitors centre with a police officer.

Within about 20 minutes, he said, rescue crews were searching the lower Niagara River with flashlights.

Five police and fire departments on both sides of the border spent Sunday evening and Monday morning looking. Later Monday, police said they were scaling back their search.

The incident, which took place during the height of tourist season, was one of three over the course of about 24 hours that reminded visitors how dangerous the falls can be.

During the search Monday, the remains of an unidentified male were found in the lower Niagara River.

And early Sunday morning, a 27-year-old London, Ont., man climbed over the safety wall just north of the Rainbow Bridge and fell into the Niagara River gorge, fracturing his leg. The injured man and a friend who went in after him were pulled out by the fire department.

Kane said climbing over the wall is prohibited by the Niagara Parks Act. “Millions of visitors have viewed the scenic Niagara Falls and the Niagara River gorge while respecting the safety wall without incident,” he said, adding charges under the act are pending in the incident.

Along the falls Monday, thousands of visitors snapped photos from a safe distance. Many climbed up on the stone base of the 1.2 metre high barrier and a few perched on the rock posts with their backs to the falls.

Officers on bicycles patrolled the walkway. Danger signs are placed intermittently along the railing.

Many visitors, like Pamela Aqui, 55, from Mississauga, expressed shock that such a terrible thing could happen at such a beautiful natural wonder. “That’s all we thought about when we were coming here,” she said.

Questions of whether the barrier and signage were adequate drifted into a conversation about balancing the need for safety with allowing visitors an unobstructed view.

“No matter what structure we put up people will still try to get over it,” said Kane, who believes the barrier is adequate.

Ron Miller, 46, from Harrisburg, Pa., echoed the sentiment. “Do you put cars on rails because people die in car accidents?” he asked.

Alf Kozak, 57, of Toronto said there should be a double row of fence where there are no natural rock ledges.

Kinjal Merai, 22, visiting from the U.S., said the wall should simply be higher, so people can’t climb it.

Conner spent Monday telling people sitting or leaning over the railing to think twice. They obliged once he explained a person had fallen over.

“People are just not thinking about it,” he said of the risks. “They’re having a good time, not a care in the world.”

It’s been 10 years since developer Louis Cappelli bought the land where the high-spirited echoes of Milton Berle, Alan King and Henny Youngman can be heard if you listen closely enough. The Concord Hotel, home to some of the most famous comedians and singers of the ’50s and ’60s, is quietly waiting for someone to breathe life into the once-famous resort area.

After what seems longer than a bad Shecky Green monologue – and allowing for vagaries of financing – the town supervisor now believes “everything is a go.”

Ending the legal claims over financing for his stalled Catskills resort and casino project in June 2010, Cappelli agreed to transfer the 1,500-acre Concord Resort property to Entertainment Properties Trust (EPT), a publicly traded real estate investment trust based in Kansas City, Mo., which was to repay its $56.25 million project loan from Canadian Imperial Bank of Commerce. That settlement – which featured legal offshoots in Westchester’s New Rochelle and White Plains – freed Cappelli from repaying an outstanding $133.1 million loan from EPT.
The agreement allows Cappelli to keep control of the 100-plus-acre site of his planned $600 million casino and hotel development at the Concord. EPT also gave a Cappelli affiliate a two-year option to reacquire the 1,500-acre resort property for $143 million.

La dannazione del Viagra consiste nell’intrusione di un terzo attore che ci costringe a essere in tre: tu, lei e il Viagra. Brutto affare, eppure l’età sessuale di un uomo ormai è tracciata da un confine: prima del Viagra, dopo il Viagra. Io appartengo, non da molto tempo, alla seconda. Devo altresì al mio lungo status di marito (ormai ex) la certezza che il letto matrimoniale sia l’unico campo di battaglia dove i nemici dormono insieme. Così fissi la permanenza di una donna nel tuo letto in quattro ore, sopportandone cinque nella disgraziata circostanza che la «precaria co.co.co» venga colta dal sonno.
Il giorno di un individuo solo e in età di Viagra inizia consultando il «Pateticometro»: strumento che misura il grado di pateticità che l’uomo in questione può raggiungere abbigliandosi come un adolescente sfigato o un dandy gioioso, o come un carpentiere di borgata per via di una cinquantina di tasche sparse tra i pantaloni e il giubbino. Poi le scarpe: le allaccio o tolgo i lacci? No, indosso le classiche, oggi devo andare in banca. Il dubbio di non vestirmi, ma travestirmi, mi avvolge. Ma se l’asticella del pateticometro non supera il livello mi inoltro nel tritacarne umano.
E le donne? Per come si vestono e si atteggiano, non mi attraggono. Prima, anche il linguaggio del corpo seguiva i dialetti. Il corpo di una donna di Trieste non parlava come quello di una guagliona napoletana. Ora sono tutte uguali. Non afferro i loro canoni seduttivi. Esistono anche donne della mia generazione, ma dopo cinque minuti che le ascolto parlare di figli, nipoti, vene varicose, té verde antiossidante, sento la necessità di un lanciafiamme.
Cerco donna giovane con fisico, attitudini, furbizie, moine tipiche degli anni precedenti il femminismo, anche se munita di indole predatoria compensata da una irresistibile sensualità, no perditempo. E torno al Viagra.
Lo metti nel portafoglio perché deve portarti a essere colui che sessualmente non sei, ma che il tuo aspetto ancora racconta di essere. A parte la sintomatologia evidente nel rossore del volto e degli occhi tra il lupo mannaro e lo sbalzo di pressione (che ormai le donne conoscono, e già prima di cominciare ti dicono: «Hai preso il Viagra, vero? Come siamo messi a cuore?»), se riesci a superare le controindicazioni e passi all’azione, scopri di avere nella pillola blu un sergente irremovibile che ti fa stare sull’attenti oltre qualsiasi limite.
Ora, il calo di libidine è uno spiacevole quanto provvidenziale incidente della mia età. Tu chiedi scusa, speri che, passata la fase moscia, avvenga il miracolo, lei (che ti infilerebbe un tacco negli occhi), si mostrerà comprensiva e dopo un po’ la cosa si concluderà. Con il Viagra no. Con il Viagra anche se la crisi affiora ineluttabile, Lui continua eretto e feroce a funzionare che tu lo senti quasi staccarsi dal tuo corpo, mentre lei coglie l’irripetibile occasione per incitarti al più truce arrembaggio. E infine tu, preda del medicinale, non arrivi all’infarto ma poni ottime basi per la prossima volta. Quando dovrai soccombere al reiterarsi della dannazione del Viagra.