Shot Pakistani teen Malala Yousafzai writing book

LONDON (AP) ? Malala Yousafzai, the Pakistani teenager shot in the head by the Taliban as she returned home from school, is writing a book about the traumatic event and her long-running campaign to promote children's education.

Publisher Weidenfeld and Nicolson announced that it would release "I am Malala" in Britain and Commonwealth countries this fall. Little, Brown and Co. will publish the 15-year-old's memoir in the United States and much of the rest of the world.

"Malala is already an inspiration to millions around the world. Reading her story of courage and survival will open minds, enlarge hearts, and eventually allow more girls and boys to receive the education they hunger for," said Michael Pietsch, executive vice president and publisher of Little, Brown.

A Taliban gunman shot Malala on Oct. 9 in northwestern Pakistan. The militant group said it targeted her because she promoted "Western thinking" and, through a blog, had been an outspoken critic of the Taliban's opposition to educating girls.

The shooting sparked outrage in Pakistan and many other countries, and her story drew global attention to the struggle for women's rights in Malala's homeland. The teen even made the shortlist for Time magazine's "Person of the Year" in 2012.

Malala was brought to the U.K. for treatment and spent several months in a hospital undergoing skull reconstruction and cochlear implant surgeries. She was released last month and has started attending school in Britain.

Malala said in a statement Wednesday that she hoped telling her story would be "part of the campaign to give every boy and girl the right to go to school.

"I hope the book will reach people around the world, so they realize how difficult it is for some children to get access to education," she said. "I want to tell my story, but it will also be the story of 61 million children who can't get education."

Publishers did not reveal the price tag for the book deal, estimated by the Guardian newspaper at 2 million pounds ($3 million).

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Evernote Food Update Brings OpenTable And Foursquare Integration, Recipe Sharing & More

Evernote Food, the now over a year old mobile app offering recipe search and a restaurant locator function, is today getting an update which adds support for OpenTable reservations, Foursquare ratings, and recipe sharing, among other things.

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Gay men, straight women's friendship stems from relationship advice ...

Posted on05 March 2013.

Researchers have finally pinned down why straight women and gay men seem to form close relationships: it all comes down to love ? but not between each other.?

A new study from UT visiting researcher Eric Russell has found one possible reason for these relationships is because on average, straight women viewed relationship advice from a gay man as more trustworthy than the same advice given by a straight man or woman. Likewise, gay men trusted straight women?s advice more so than that of other gay men or women. Russell?s study is the first to use observations to explain the reason for these friendships that cross sexual orientation lines. The study was published online in Evolutionary Psychology, a public online academic journal, on Feb. 9.

Russell, working alongside colleagues from Texas Christian University, tested 88 straight women and 58 homosexual men.

?We tested our subjects using an online survey. Using fake Facebook profiles, we displayed either a straight woman, a straight man or a gay man to the participants,? Russell said. ?We then asked the participants whether they would trust the person in the Facebook profile if they offered them relationship advice.?

The study assessed how sincere the subjects viewed advice from the person?depicted in the Facebook profile. Advice ranged in topics from comments on the subject?s clothes to opinions about other men at a hypothetical party.

Danielle DelPriore, a psychology graduate student at TCU, worked on the study with Russell.

?I really liked the way these projects took a widely recognized phenomenon ? close friendships between straight women and gay men ? and examined it from both perspectives, and ultimately showed that gay men and straight women seem to receive similar benefits from one another,? DelPriore said.

Russell said the absence of ulterior mating motivations between gay men and straight women make those friendships stand out among the more common relationships between?heterosexual friends.

?Second, our results provide evidence that these relationships may be more than just stereotypes we see in the popular media ? they have a basis in real life,? Russell said.

Psychology junior Morgan Harnois said she has had experiences with relationships such as those the study covered. She said she feels gay men at UT can be stereotyped by women.

?I feel that studying those kinds of relationships are taking down that barrier, taking down that mentality,? Harnois said.?

Source: http://uwire.com/2013/03/05/gay-men-straight-womens-friendship-stems-from-relationship-advice/

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AP PHOTOS: The Iditarod, past and present

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AP PHOTOS: The Iditarod, past and present
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Dogs on the team of Anna Berrington run in the ceremonial start of the Iditarod Trail Sled Dog Race Saturday, March 2, 2013, in Anchorage, Alaska. The competitive portion of the 1,000-mile race is scheduled to begin Sunday in Willow, Alaska. (AP Photo/Dan Joling)

Dogs on the team of Anna Berrington run in the ceremonial start of the Iditarod Trail Sled Dog Race Saturday, March 2, 2013, in Anchorage, Alaska. The competitive portion of the 1,000-mile race is scheduled to begin Sunday in Willow, Alaska. (AP Photo/Dan Joling)

Ramey Smyth's dogs prepare at the ceremonial start of the Iditarod Trail Sled Dog Race on Saturday, March 2, 2013, in Anchorage, Alaska. The competitive portion of the 1,000-mile race is scheduled to begin Sunday in Willow, Alaska. (AP Photo/Anchorage Daily News, Bob Hallinen)

Four-time Iditarod champion Jeff King drives his dog team down 4th Avenue during the ceremonial start of the Iditarod Trail Sled Dog Race on Saturday, March 2, 2013, in Anchorage, Alaska. The competitive portion of the 1,000-mile race is scheduled to begin Sunday in Willow, Alaska. (AP Photo/Anchorage Daily News, Bill Roth)

Michael Williams, Jr., greets fans along Cordova Street during the ceremonial start of the Iditarod Trail Sled Dog Race on Saturday, March 2, 2013, in Anchorage, Alaska. The competitive portion of the 1,000-mile race is scheduled to begin Sunday in Willow, Alaska. (AP Photo/Anchorage Daily News, Bill Roth)

A lead dog licks four-time champion Martin Buser during the ceremonial start of the 2013 Iditarod Trail Sled Dog Race in Anchorage, Alaska on Saturday, March 2, 2013. The race, which will take mushers and dog teams about a thousand miles across the Alaska wilderness, starts Sunday, March 3, 2013, in Willow, Alaska. (AP Photo/Mark Thiessen)

The competitive part of world's most famous sled dog race, the Iditarod, starts Sunday in Willow, Alaska, 50 miles north of Anchorage. The race teams leave the big crowds behind for remote terrain shared mostly with their dogs on a grueling 1,000-mile trek through unpredictable wilderness to the old gold rush town of Nome. Whoever reaches Nome first wins a new truck and $50,400. The next 29 mushers to cross the finish line will split rest of the $600,000 purse.

Here's a gallery of pictures spanning more than 30 years of "The Last Great Race."

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W H Y ? A New Public Health Issue? | HealthWorks Collective

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WHY ?

A new and dangerous public health threat has emerged in North America. As yet it is not known how the disease spreads. Outbreaks have been rare, but in the more recent two decades it has taken close to 100 lives in the U.S alone.

It kills swiftly but is not uniformly fatal. It leaves a trail of heartbreak and never ending questions? Those not killed by it's outbreak ask could we have been immunized against it? How can we find a cure or a treatment ?

What are we writing about here? Mass murders in schools, and public places.

Among the questions asked are;

Can it be predicted and/or prevented?

Why has it become more prevalent?

What are the risk factors?

Is there something wrong with our mental health systems?

Prediction of these events has been a total failure. Forensic psychologists and psychiatrists have elaborated on several personality traits in persons who commit these crimes. They caution however that these traits do not necessarily point to violent behavior.

There may be an explanation (or several) for it's increase in prevalence.

Questions 2 and 4 may be related.

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The development of effective anti-psychotic and other psychotropic drugs to control unacceptable behavior, psychosis, anxiety and depression initiated a paradigm shift in the treatment of mental illness. Prior to 1980 severely and chronically emotionally disturbed people were admitted to either short term or long term psychiatric institutions. Most hospitals had a mental health ward that was secure and locked down. Some were smaller private residential facilities, but the vast majority were large state and/or federally administered facilities.

The institutions were expensive to maintain, and in the new era of 'effective' drugs to control aberrant behavior, it was deemed possible to treat more emotionally disturbed people as outpatients once their acute symptoms were controlled. The number of patients needing to be admitted both for short term or long term hospitalization decreased dramatically and gradually most of these in patient facilities closed or were downsized significantly. The ability to admit patients became more difficult.

The stigma of mental illness remains high. People are fearful of what they do not understand. While it is now better understood what causes emotional aberrations, (a chemical imbalance of the brain), only now has neuroscience been able to study the metabolic activity of the brain using metabolic scans coupled with MRI imaging.

Early studies reveal portions of the brain that 'light up? in emotional and/or physical activity. Studies are in the early phases of identifying behavior with localized activity. As research progresses it is hoped that more specific illnesses will be identified by brain scans.

Will this evolve into predictability of violence or other maladaptation's to human behavior? Will it become a routine screening test for some personality types? Perhaps the hope may be we can screen for these serious and fatal diseases much like we do now for cystic fibrosis, Tay-Sachs disease, trisomy 21 and other what we know now to be genetically identifiable at early stages.

We must be hopeful.

This particular Sunday most people are thinking, wondering why, also praying for the survivors and the tragic outcome for families, friends and our community.

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WWC: Eddie's Story

A Note From The Author: I wrote this story not o ly to submit in this contest, but to send a message across. People focus so much on how bullying leads to suicide and only affects the friends and family of the victim, but in reality it affects so much more. Whether this wins or not, please take the message in. This story is a pure work of fiction, and if it resembles any sort of situation, I must say that I did not get the idea from there. And the reason I don't describe any characters is so that you can see who pops into your mind as you read this, so that it is more relatable. Please, enjoy.

Eddie's Story

Thud, thud, thud.

My heart was pounding in my chest. I had no idea how I could still hear his voice over the sound of it.

"Do you see what happens when you mess with me now?!"

Click.

The girl in his arms with the gun held to her head screamed and he jerked her to the side, silencing her scream to a whimper.

"Shut up! You did this to yourself! You're getting what's coming to you!"

It was about then that I made a pretty idiotic decision. But I guess I should go back to the beginning and let you in on what's exactly is going on. Wouldn't want you to take everything out of context here. It's only fair that I tell the whole story, so that no one else is done any further injustice. And let me tell you, there is a lot of fucked up shit that goes on in this story. I don't suggest that the weak hearted read this. After all, it is a pretty tragic story. But I'm getting ahead of myself again. Now, where to begin?

I think I know a pretty good place. I guess it all really started at the beginning of the second quarter, when Eddie first moved over here and started coming to our school. He was one of those kids that you could tell was awkward the moment he stepped into the room. Not trying to be mean or anything, just stating honest facts. He was in my homeroom, geometry, so I got to be his guide for the day. I have to admit, at first I was really bummed about the whole thing. Then I realized that I hadn't even given this kid a chance, so I decided to rethink the whole thing. I was determined not to be like the other assholes in school that just automatically make fun of the new kid.

So anyways, there I was, guiding Eddie through his first day and giving him little tips where I could. Turns out, we had plenty in common. We shared a hatred for geometry, and a love for Pokemon. He was even in to all the old retro gaming systems that I was. And here I thought I would never find a nerd friend who quite understood me. We would talk for hours about the pros and cons of different systems, how the Dreamcast was better than all of the newer systems combined. Needless to say, our friendship grew pretty quickly, and I found out Eddie was a pretty cool kid. I also found out I was his only friend. As I suspected, all the other kids in my school shunned him for his general demeanor. It wasn't his fault that he seemed awkward from far away. But they still made fun of him for it, like I knew they would.

I always did my best to keep Eddie happy and keep him from really taking anything they said seriously. Usually, that worked for me pretty well. He always seemed to be able to brush their comments off his shoulder and remain the happy nerd that I knew him to be. He was always a pretty upbeat kid, and I always admired him for that. In a life that was so cruel to him and everyone else, he managed to keep a smile on his face. I always thought it was for his mother, who was raising him by herself since his father died in a construction accident. It was a terrible thing, I heard. They didn't talk about it much though, and I never asked. Figured that I should just let the dead lie where they were, especially in the heart of my new best friend and his mother.

School went on as normal for a while, until some kids decided that starting rumors would be super duper fun. And for once, I was actually the center of it. Well, Eddie and I shared the spotlight of the school gossip. People decided it would be funny to say that Eddie and I were a gay couple. Me, I could have cared less. Even if I were gay, I wouldn't let people turn that into a tool to bully me with. But Eddie on the other hand, took it kind of harshly. In fact, he got downright pissed about the whole situation. Poor guy started getting into fights over it. Naturally, he never won a single one of them and got his ass kicked. The popular kids always had back-up to start ganging up on him. I tried to help, but either I wasn't around, or I got beat too.

This is when things started to go awry for Eddie and I. See, he let his hatred for those spreading the rumors spread to pretty much everything. I noticed him getting darker and darker, retreating into himself more. He was acting out more, too. He kept getting grounded and started failing classes that I knew he was a genius in. I had no clue what was going on with him, or how he could let a rumor get to him this bad. Then I noticed that he was also distancing himself further and further from me.

That hurt me pretty bad, I'm not gonna lie. This was the first real friend that I had in a long time. Sure, I had other people to talk to and hang out with, but he was the only one that I could really relax around. Not to sound sappy or anything. And I knew for a fact that I was his only friend that wasn't on X-Box Live or some site. So, I was really confused by the fact that whenever I asked him to hang out, he flat out told me no. He avoided me in the halls, and in class. I had no idea what I had done to deserve this sort of treatment, so one day I decided to confront him.

The final bell had rung, and I knew exactly where his bus was. I sprinted out of my class to be sure that I would get there before him. There was no way he was going to avoid me this time. I wouldn't let him.

I looked all through the crowd of people for him, becoming pretty impatient. Finally, I saw him striding toward me unknowingly. He was looking at his feet as he walked, and I could see that his body was tense as he attempted to walk past unnoticed. It didn't really work, because there were still people that called things out to him. But, he just kept walking. Right into me. He looked up, somewhat startled, and then his eyes became cold and hard.

"What the hell do you want?" He said to me, his voice bitter and dripping with acid. I felt the shock and pain on my face at his tone of voice, but it seemed to stir nothing from him. No sympathy, nothing. My friend was gone.

"What do I want? I want to know what the hell happened to my friend! Why do you keep avoiding me like I have mono?!" We were starting to draw a crowd, and Eddie narrowed his eyes at me.

"You want to know why?" He spit the words through his teeth, his voice a growl. "Because all of this is your fault. If you hadn't come around and fucked up my life, no one would be saying I was gay and I wouldn't be getting my ass kicked on a regular basis." His voice got louder and louder with each word, and the crowd around us kept growing. They were even starting to egg us on, but I tuned them out.

"You can't blame me for the things all these assholes did! It isn't my fault these 'peers' of ours find it funny to torment kids! And it's your own damn fault that you get into fights." I realized that I was letting my temper get the better of me, and I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. When I opened my eyes again, I was somewhat calmer. "If you want to blame me, fine, nothing I say is going to stop you. But when, and if, you're ready to be rational and civilized, then you know where to find me." As I walked away from him I heard lots of booing and yelling behind me, the voices of the other kids begging for a fight. But I wasn't about to fight him. He was still my best friend in my eyes.

After that, I didn't hear from Eddie in weeks. I tried talking to him, but he avoided me even more now, and he somehow turned his mother against me too. I pretty much faded into the background again, not really getting any unwanted attention from my fellow classmates anymore. I wish I could say the same for my old friend. Things only got worse for him. He was skipping classes, and when he did show up, I saw various bruised and cuts on him from the fights he had gotten in. He was getting suspended and failing all his classes.

Just when I thought things couldn't get worse for him, it did. But I was around to see it this time. See, I had been going to my next class and I saw him talking to this girl. She was the queen bitch of our school, but I had no clue what her name was. I had a few classes with her, but I didn't like to associate with her. Suddenly, I heard her laugh loudly and people started to gather.

"You think I'd go out with you? You have to be kidding me!" She laughed again coldly, and her little band of followers, who I didn't see before, laughed along with her. "Besides, don't you like men, Eddie-boy?" With that, she laughed and walked away from him. I saw him clench and unclench his fists, and I walked over and put my hand on his shoulder.

"Hey man, you o-"

"Get the fuck away from me!" He shouted, turning and punching me right in the eye. Luckily for him, a teacher was nowhere in sight. I just held my eye and walked away from him while he called after me, yelling various different derogatory names. I didn't look back.

I stopped looking for Eddie. I stopped trying to talk to him. It was obviously a lost cause to try, because he wasn't going to turn back and ask for forgiveness. Not when all he seemed to do is get worse. Not to say I stopped caring, I just stopped going out of my way to check up on him. That was probably one of the biggest mistakes I could have made. Maybe if I had kept trying, none of this would have happened. But, I was just being stupid.

School had been normal again. I sat in class and tolerated all my teachers and worked hard. I remember being shocked that Eddie had bothered coming to geometry at all after about a month of just not being there. I guess I should have taken it as an omen, but I just shrugged it off. Regardless, what happened next shocked us all.

As the teacher was turned around, writing notes on the board, Eddie started to reach into his bookbag. I saw the glint of black metal, but before I could do anything, Eddie had held the gun up and shot our teacher in the back twice. Before anyone had the chance to scream, he turned and shot a few of the more popular people. It was then that the screams started and Eddie felt safe enough to grab the teacher's keys and be sure the door was locked, then decided to push her desk against the door. After that, he grabbed the queen bitch and held her like you always see the bad guy holding the hostage in movies.

"Everyone shut the fuck up and get on the ground! Get away from your stuff, or I'll shoot her!" I was in pretty much a state of shock, and complied with what he said as my heart began to beat hard in my chest. "All I've gotten is a rash of shit from everyone, and I'm tired of it! You'll all listen to me now! None of you will make fun of me now!" He laughed, a sound that was so chilling and deranged that it sent a shiver of fear down my spine. "It's all your fault that they all had to die!" Eddie yelled to the room full of teens.

"Do you see what happens when you mess with me now?!"

Click.

He had cocked the gun again, and it was ready to shoot. The queen bitch squirmed and whimpered in his arms a bit, and that agitated Eddie. "Shut up! You did this to yourself! You're getting what's coming to you!" Like I said before, this is about the time that I made the biggest mistake of my life.

Adrenaline pumping through my veins, I got up and tackled them both to the ground, and the girl got loose and managed to run away. Unfortunately for me, Eddie also still had the gun. I tried to wrestle it out of his grasp, but he had a damn strong grip. Something went wrong in the struggle though. All I heard was a bang, and everything went black.

Did I mention that it was also my last decision?

Yes, I'm dead. I have been for a bit. Shortly after I died, I could see again, but it was almost like a dream. Really, I was just being released from my body. I got up and looked around, seeing myself on the ground with a bullet hole in my head. I also saw the queen bitch, lying on the ground and bleeding from her stomach. I guess my last efforts were pointless. Lastly, I saw my friend on the ground near me, sobbing. I watched as he whispered his apologies to my corpse, and put the gun in his mouth. I listened to the final bang that determined the end of Eddie's life.

Of course, the surviving kids moved the desk and unlocked the door, allowing those who were waiting outside to try and save us all, but were too late. The police and ambulance showed up and carted the bodies off. I believe I heard them say that there were a couple of people that were still alive, but hardly. There was a lot of sobbing among the crowd, and lots of shock and commotion.

Eventually, everyone's parents were informed. I visited my own parents and sister first, and tried to communicate, but they couldn't feel or hear me. They were all so very upset and hurt because of my death. I watched as my mother slipped into a depression and my father became distant. My poor little sister, I don't even know how badly this is going to impact her life. I just hope that she'll pull through and be stronger than before, I don't want this to break her.

I also visited Eddie's mother. I honestly don't know which visit broke my heart more, the one to her or my family. She had lost her husband and her son now. She was all alone. Not only that, but everyone saw her son as a monster. Really, Eddie wasn't a monster. The blame isn't all on him in this situation. I hate that I'm not there to defend him in his death.

What happened is just as much the fault of the people that bullied Eddie as it is his, and mine as well. He never would have done it if he hadn't been pushed to the edge. And he wouldn't have done it if he had a stronger support system to help him through it all. Yeah, I know what you're thinking. "He was the one to bring the gun and shoot everyone, he didn't have to." I know that. You know that. Hell, everyone knows that. Doesn't change the fact that he isn't the only one to blame.

Ever since then, I've been in this sort of limbo. I don't know if there is anything past this, heaven, Nirvana, whatever you believe in. I have no idea if this is it or if there is something more. But I had to tell Eddie's story, whether anyone listened or not. I needed to show people that bullying someone doesn't just affect the person. It affects everyone around them.

Now that I've gotten it all out, maybe I can move on. Who knows. I guess I'll find out eventually.

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Staffers hailed as heroes after Conn. shooting

NEWTOWN, Conn. (AP) ? A worker who turned on the intercom, alerting others in the building that something was very wrong. A custodian who risked his life by running through the halls warning of danger. A clerk who led 18 children on their hands and knees to safety, then gave them paper and crayons to keep them calm and quiet.

Out of the ruins of families that lost a precious child, sister or mother, out of a tight-knit town roiling with grief, glows one bright spot: the stories of staff members at Sandy Hook Elementary School who may have prevented further carnage through selfless actions and smart snap judgments.

District Superintendent Janet Robinson noted "incredible acts of heroism" that "ultimately saved so many lives."

"The teachers were really, really focused on their students," she told reporters Saturday.

Some of them made the ultimate sacrifice.

After gunman Adam Lanza broke through the school door, gun blazing, school psychologist Mary Sherlach and principal Dawn Hochsprung ran toward him, Robinson said. Hochsprung died while lunging at the gunman, officials said.

The 56-year-old Sherlach, who would have been tasked with helping survivors cope with the tragedy, died doing what she loved, her son-in-law, Eric Schwartz, told the South Jersey Times.

"Mary felt like she was doing God's work," he said, "working with the children."

Just this past October, Hochsprung had tweeted a picture of the school's evacuation drill with the message "Safety first."

Victoria Soto, a 27-year-old teacher, reportedly hid some students in a bathroom or closet and died trying to shield them from bullets, a cousin, Jim Wiltsie, told ABC News. Those who knew Soto said they weren't surprised.

"You have a teacher who cared more about her students than herself," said John Harkins, mayor of Stratford, Soto's hometown. "That speaks volumes to her character, and her commitment and dedication."

In other cases, staffers both saved students and managed to escape with their own lives.

Teacher Theodore Varga said that as gunfire echoed through the school, a custodian ran around, warning people. He appears to have survived; all the adults killed were women.

"He said, 'Guys! Get down! Hide!'" Varga said. "So he was actually a hero."

Someone switched on the intercom, alerting people in the building to the attack by letting them hear the chaos in the school office, a teacher said. Teachers locked their doors and ordered children to huddle in a corner or hide in closets as shots echoed through the building.

In a classroom, teacher Kaitlin Roig barricaded her 15 students into a tiny bathroom, pulled a bookshelf across the door and locked it. She told the kids to be "absolutely quiet."

"I said, 'There are bad guys out there now. We need to wait for the good guys,'" she told ABC News.

One student claimed to know karate. "It's OK. I'll lead the way out," the student said.

Clerk Maryann Jacob was working with a group of 18 fourth-graders in the library when the shooting broke out. She herded the children into a classroom in the library, but then realized the door wouldn't lock.

They crawled across the room into a storage space, locked the door and barricaded it with a filing cabinet. There happened to be materials for coloring, she said, "so we set them up with paper and crayons."

One person who wasn't in the school at all also is getting props for his grace: Robbie Parker, whose daughter Emilie died.

Speaking to reporters Saturday, he said he was not mad and offered sympathy for Lanza's family.

"I can't imagine," he said, "how hard this experience must be for you."

Source: http://news.yahoo.com/staffers-hailed-heroes-conn-shooting-083934401.html

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