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Meta name="generator" content="Created with GLUON WebXPress 5.2" /> FREEDOM CHAMBERS One convention begins in New York City, but the GlamourCon just wrapped over at the Holiday Inn O'Hare International in Chicago. Sadly, the national networks refused to cover the presence of vice presidential candidate Marilyn Chambers. Many a proud American has already pulled his lever to Chamber's body of work. Now we can dangle our chads in tribute to the adult iconat least in Utah, where Chambers is already on the ballot as a vice presidential candidate for the Personal Choice party. "We're trying to get on the ticket in five other states," Chambers explains from her Southern California home. "I've never been into politics, because I've never felt that an actress needs to spout her political beliefsbut I'm not a reluctant candidate. When [Personal Choice presidential candidate] Charles Jay asked me if I wanted to do this, I thought he was kidding. Once my name and biography were on the site, I thought I better get going." Chambers, of course, is best known for her pioneering porno-chic work in 1972's Behind the Green Doorin addition to mainstream roles in films such as Rabid and Angel of H.E.A.T. (1982). Chambers would often confound an expectant media by being an unexpectedly eloquent interviewee. It's no surprise that she can make a compelling case for her own candidacy. "The candidates with the Personal Choice Party have the freedom to comprise their own platforms," she explains, "and mine is built on the right to have your personal choices. Americans are supposed to have the Constitutional right to partake in whatever activities they want to, without restrictions. That's not quite how the country's being run." Don't expect Chambers to meet anybody's stereotype of the right or left, either. "The right to bear arms is very important to me," she explains. "I used to own a gun shop in Las Vegas called the Survival Store. It's a good thing for people to register their guns, but there are criminals that can do that, too. I need a gun in my home if somebody breaks in.
Key features of the Gluon webxpress that are enabled through these drivers include:
- GitHub - freifunk-gluon/gluon: a modular framework for
- GLUON ArtSwapper Removal - Uninstall GLUON ArtSwapper
- GLUON ColorBreaker ID Removal - Uninstall GLUON
- What are Gluons - Quarks and Gluons - Nuclear Power for
- (a). The typical Feynman diagrams for the gluon-gluon fusion
- Gluon Mobile 4.0.0 is now available - Gluon
- N -gluon amplitudes with an arbitrary number of gluons.
Meta name="generator" content="Created with GLUON WebXPress 5.2" /> THE PAY-OFF The first time I got caught smoking in a baseball stadium, I was 14. My friends and I were sitting behind third base in the upper tier of the half-filled ballpark on a Saturday afternoon, smoking a joint, hoping to catch a foul ball. A staff guy spotted us and yelled angrily that if we were going to smoke pot we should move to the outfield section, which was empty except for a few other groups of stoners. Deviancy at the stadium (to borrow from the late Daniel Patrick Moynihan) has been defined up since then, and it's been cigarettes that have gotten me into trouble. The historical standard, the etiquette, for when you get caught smoking cigarettes at the stadium is that the first time they catch you, you give them your ticket and they tear it. If they catch you again, you're out. The game was going well for the home-team crowd on a recent Sunday afternoon. One of the team's stars broke out of an extended slump, hitting a grand slam. Three innings into the game our pitcher was going strong, his sinker dropping off sharply. I decided to go for a smoke, and got caught by stadium staff. The guy asked for my ticket, so I handed it over. Business as usual, until he said: "I've got to throw you out." "No, you're supposed to tear the ticket the first time," I explained. "All I can tell you," the guy continues, "is that if you help me out, I'll help you out10 bucks and you can stay." So I paid the man. It was then that I noticed that he wasn't wearing his I.D. badge. I went back to my seat, sat down and told my friends what happened. Opinions were mixed, giving us the opportunity to engage in a little Socratic dialogue. Some opined that it was just another example of me having my head up my ass and getting taken for a sucker. My friend Heather argued that, in a way, it was karmic justice; that I was angry only proved that it's never injustice that hurts. I took a different tack. It wasn't the lousy 10 dollars; it was the principle of the thing. To prove my point, I'll give you the moral of the story for free: If you smoke at the
