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Quote from: jorgeanna on June 16, 2013, 09:59:58 AM
kuyaw pud iyang style para lang makakaon og mahalon og lamian nga pagkaon

Hmm, permi man gud siya mapriso unya ang pagkaon sa prisohan wa may lami. Pero ambot lang which comes first, the chicken or the egg...

Making the assumption that genetic engineering will be not just widely accepted, but actually the norm, Lamm and Kwan also speculate that our features will trend toward things we find attractive; our big-eyed descendants will have supermodel-perfect facially symmetry.

Lamm and Kwan aren't the only ones dabbling in the 'what ifs' of humanity's future.

We already have a universal translator. We have Ray Kurzweil forecasting The Singularity any time now. Mind-reading robots are on Japan's to-do list for 2020. In 2050, you could be living in a building smarter than you are, and, following in the grand tradition of hotels on the moon, in 2060 we'll have a colony on Mars and we'll be able to get there in just 39 days.

There's some fantastic, and fantastical, speculating out there â€" the kind that drives us forward by making us think "what if?".

Where do you think we're headed in the future? Colony on Mars? Nuclear winter? Thunderdome? The possibilities are endless.

The most noticeable feature, obviously, the giant anime eyes, they feel might be the result of humankind's travels in space. As we build colonies further from the Sun, or even around dimmer stars elsewhere, we might need to be more sensitive to light. Maybe that will be part of the fashion, too. The two speculate that the average cranium size will increase as our brains grow larger. What goes better with big foreheads than big eyes?

Those big eyes will also need thicker eyelids to help offset the disorienting effects of low or zero gravity that our ISS astronauts combat now. But, while they might seem creepy to us, they'll also allow large 'commlenses' â€" think Google Glass, but right in your eyes.

The average skin tone of these future humans will be darker. Earthlings will want darker skin to protect against UV radiation if we keep beating up the ozone layer. Spacelings will benefit from more pigment as they travel outside our atmosphere altogether.

It makes an interesting story to pretend that this is the result of some state-of-the-art genomic model, but there's an important distinction here; this isn't a 'what will be', this is a 'what may be' â€" the potential end result of 100,000 years of our genetic tinkering, interstellar travel and even changes in taste.

Easy to predict? No. Possible to predict? Probably not. Consider how thinkers in the 50s and 60s figured there'd be flying cars and hotels on the moon in the year 2000. We know how that worked out.

But it's still fun to think about. So how did Kwan and Lamm come up with their rendering?

Can we guess what humans will look like in 100,000 years?
By Scott Sutherland | Geekquinox â€" Fri, Jun 14, 2013


So is this what we're evolving toward? Well, maybe. What you see above is the result of a thought experiment by artist Nickolay Lamm and Dr. Alan Kwan, who holds a PhD in computation genomics from Washington University. They put their heads together and batted some ideas around about where we might end up in the distant future.

Is this a hardcore scientific prediction? No, and it's not meant to be (although a lot of sources are making out like it is).

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NOW4QiOD-oc#ws

SuperBalita
Saturday, June 15, 2013


Kritikal ang kahimtang sa usa ka ginang human gitigbas sa iyahang bana nga nagselos niadtong Biyernes sa alas 3 sa kaadlawon sa ilang balay sa Barangay North Poblacion, dakbayan sa Naga.

Nakaangkon og mga samad ti­nigbasan sa nagkadaiyang parte sa lawas si Gloria (di tinuod niyang ngan), 57, minyo, hinungdan nga nalandig sa tambalanan sa Minglanila.

Gipusasan ang bana nga si Miguel (di tinuod niyang ngan), 59, way trabaho, human mi-report sa kapulisan ang kabanay ingon man anak nilang babaye.

Sa imbestigasyon nila ni SPO1 Alex Nable ug mga kauban sa Naga Police nasuta nga gitigbas sa bana ang iyang asawa tungod sa pagselos sa iyang kapikas nga gituohang dunay gikarelasyon.

He he...

Agoi, misiaw man ang pagpangawat sa valuables sulod sa mga simbahan. Hmm, usa ra ba kaha ni ka sindikato...

Niadtong Nobiyembre sa miaging tuig, mga donasyon ug mga alahas sa Birhen sa Regla sa Lapu-Lapu City ang gipangkawat.

Pagka Mayo ning tuiga, ang kapilya ni San Pedro Calungsod sa South Road Properties ang nakawatan usab og P100,000 nga cash ug P34,000 nga bank checks.

Nasundan kini og laing insidente sa pagpangawat sa simbahan sa Redemptorist diin mga alahas usab sa imahen ni Sr. Sto. Niño ang gipangsakiyo sa mga k******n nga gibanabanang mokantidad og kapin kun kuwang P300,000.

Si Inocian nga nituyo pagbisita sa buhatan sa Sun.Star Superbalita kagahapon nanghinaut nga mabalik pa ang mga alahas bisan ang nurse’s pin lang sa iyang hinigugma.

“Amo man gud tong panata kon makapasar mi sa board exam sa nursing...Ibalik lang unta ang pin maski sa ako lang uyab kay mahal man gud to,” padayag niini.

Si Tante nanghinaut nga makonsensiya ang mga responsabli ug ibalik ang mga alahas ug mga donasyon.

“Dili lang unta ang ma butang nga anaa sud sa simbahan ang kawaton kay sagrado na sila. Mahadlok unta ta kay ang Dios naa gud diha,” suma pa niini sa buwag nga interview ning mantalaan.

Siya nibutyag usab nga tungod sa hitabo, hipuson na nila ang mga donasyon nga ibutang sa donation box matag human sa misa.

Nagplano usab sila nga mopalit og CCTV camera nga ibutang sud sa simbahan.

Matod niya nagplano si Msgr. Dosado nga i-discourage sa mga donor ang pagbutang og mga bulawan sa mga imahen aron dili makawat.

Ang imahen sa Our Lady of Guadalupe gidonar sa ilang pamilya sa simbahan sa St. Joseph, the Patriarch duha ka tuig na ang nakalabay.

Gawas sa mga alahas, gikawat og apil ang mga kwarta gikan sa sud sa donation box nga anaa ubos sa imahen diin gituyo pagguba ang padlock niini.

Ang imahen nahimutang sa tuong bahin sa simbahan kon mag-atubang sa altar.

Way closed-circuit television (CCTV) camera sud sa simbahan hinungdan wa mahibaw-i kinsa ang nagkawat.

Si SPO3 Roldan Paller, desk officer sa Mabolo Police Station, nagkanayon wala pa nila matino ang kantidad sa mga alahas ug kwarta nga gipangkawat.

Si Desiderio Tante, 61, presidente sa Parish Pastoral Council, nibutyag nga nagduda sila nga hayan nakahigayon og sud ang k******n human giablihan ang simbahan alas 4:00 sa kaadlawon alang sa Dawn Rosary nga naandan buhaton matag adlaw.

Wa hinuon sila magtuo nga inside job ang nahitabo.

Si Msgr. Jojo Dosado, parish priest sa simbahan, nabalaka na sa sunodsunod nga kawat nga nahitabo sud sa nagkadaiyang mga simbahan sa Sugbo.

SuperBalita Cebu 
Ni Sheila C. Gravinez
Saturday, June 15, 2013


IMAHEN sa Birhen sa Guadalupe sa simbahan sa St. Joseph, the Patriarch sa Barangay Mabolo, siyudad sa Sugbo ang labing uwahi nga biktima sa pagpangawat.

Nagkadaiyang matang sa mga alahas ug mga kwarta gikan sa donation box ang gisakiyo sa wala mailhing k******n kagahapon.

Nadiskobrihan ang pagpangawat alas 7:00 sa buntag human nabantayan sa tiglimpiyo sa simbahan nga nabuak na ang tuong bahin sa bildo nga urna nga gibutangan sa imahen.

Si Aaron Inocian, 23, sakristan ug anak sa tag-iya sa imahen niasoy sa Sun.Star Superbalita nga nasakiyo sa k******n o mga k******n ang duha ka nurses’ pin nga iyang gipanag-iya ug sa iyang hinigugma nga ilang gipatapot sa sinena sa Birhen.

Nadala usab ang gold necklace, bracelet ug mga singsing nga gipangsul-ob sa imahen nga pulos gipangdonar sa iyang mga ginikanan.

Lazy Sunday = music Sunday for Botoy...

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Unsa man, makahahadlok o kataw-anan?

Quote from: islander on June 15, 2013, 11:23:20 PM
are we then talking of used balls here?  how utilitarian...

Quote from: hubag bohol on June 15, 2013, 09:25:27 PM
Brochero did not say whether the surgery would be covered in the $20,000, but he said the presumably used testes might be able to be transplanted into a sterile person or used to make soup, Yahoo! Australia reported.

Utilitarian, perhaps, but precise, yes. Or rather, it's simply truth in advertising.

Quote from: islander on June 15, 2013, 11:57:17 PM
just go over what he ordered at the alamo steak house.

Agoi, basin dihay domoic acid ang iyang gikaon, unya imbis mahilo siya, nalisoan lang sa tornilyo...

Hail to the Chief of the Chief!

Quote from: taga tigbao on June 14, 2013, 11:41:25 AM

Quote from: islander on June 16, 2013, 01:34:17 AM
dat is tu mats!  sobra ra pod.  ang badlungon ani ang nagritrato.

Agoi, ang mother kitty ra pud diay ang kodaker. Evil begets evil diay kon maohon...

5. IRISH WHISKEY: REDBREAST 12-YEAR-OLD CASK STRENGTH

Like their Canadian counterparts, Irish whiskeys can be on the subtle sideâ€"but not the cask-strength version of Redbreast’s 12-year-old single pot still whiskey. At over 117 proof, it slams your tongue with a fair amount of alcohol, but in the most delightful way possible. The potency makes it feel almost chewy in your mouth, and there’s an onslaught of apple and caramel flavors. Before I tried this one, I thought I didn’t like Irish whiskey. Turns out I was just drinking the wrong ones. Your dad will probably agree.

4. BOURBON: BULLEIT 10

Bulleit’s standard offering is a terrific bourbon, and its relatively new 10-year-old version amps up its rye spiciness and oaky flavors while still leaving room for a nice plum flavor to shine through. Plus, if your dad is into Westerns, the cowboy-inspired bottle looks like it would feel at home in a 19th-century saloon.

3. TENNESSEE WHISKEY: GEORGE DICKEL BARREL SELECT

George Dickel doesn’t get the same hype as its black-labeled Tennessee neighbor, but it’s every bit as good. Like many Dickel products, their premium bottling smells a bit like vitamins, but it also packs in a lot of fruity notes of apricot and sweet cherry.

2. SINGLE MALT SCOTCH: THE MACALLAN 12

Buying single malts as gifts is a tricky business. The category encompasses a wide array of flavors, many of which are incredibly polarizing. (In the case of a smoky Islay like Laphroaig, one could argue whether it is delicious or that it tastes like a Band-Aid that survived a fire. Both positions are defensible.) So if you’re flying blind, we recommend nabbing a bottle of the Macallan 12 year old. Maturation in European sherry casks gives it a rich, complex flavor, but it steers well clear of the aggressive smoky or peaty tastes that can be off-putting. And if you really like your dad, upgrade to its older brother, the Macallan 18-year-old, which is pricy but lovely.

1. CANADIAN WHISKEY: CARIBOU CROSSING SINGLE BARREL

Scotch and bourbon drinkers love to dismiss Canadian whiskey as bland, and with good reasonâ€"a lot of it is bland compared to its more aggressive international peers. Not this one. It takes the creamy mouthfeel that Canadian whiskey is known for but kicks it up with spicy pear flavors and a wallop of cinnamon.

http://mentalfloss.com/
Ethan Trex | June 14, 2013 - 9:00am



IMAGE CREDIT: THINKSTOCK


So it’s come to this. You procrastinated on buying your dad a Father’s Day gift, and now you’re scrambling. Whiskey to the rescue! What dad wouldn’t love a nice bottle of whiskey for Father’s Day? It’s delicious. (And if your dad’s not into whiskey, it’s infinitely re-giftable.)

The only problem is picking the right bottle. Staring at a liquor store’s whiskey selection can be a daunting task, and if you give up and just pick the coolest-looking bottle, you might not end up with the tastiest booze. Since we started our “In the Spirit” column in the print version of mental_flossâ€"seriously, why haven’t you subscribed yet?â€"we’ve been getting questions about our favorite types of hooch, and we’re always up to talking about drinks. If you’re in dire straits and need a hand picking a Father’s Day bottle, here are a few things we’ve enjoyed in the last few weeks.

Mike Falconer, 45, pulled his truck over in March when he saw something roaming around in a field at Myakka River State Park in Sarasota County, the Sun Sentinel reported this week. He and his son can be seen in the short video chasing down what they think is a Skunk Ape -- a large, stinky beast and reputed cousin of Bigfoot etched in Florida lore.

Falconer told the site that he wasn't looking for the creature when he pulled over. But he did capture a large figure in the brush. It's hard to tell what, if anything, can be seen in the photos and video. He said he plans on carrying a better camera with him at all times in case another Skunk Ape crosses his path.

Sightings of the Skunk Ape are relatively common in Florida and North Carolina, Patch reports.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/
Posted: 06/14/2013 10:36 am EDT  |  Updated: 06/14/2013 1:22 pm EDT





A Florida man thinks he spotted an elusive Skunk Ape on camera -- and by "elusive" we mean probably nonexistent.

But now, his poor-quality photos and video have sparked a heated debate.

It might be a desperate way to raise money, but Brochero sees it as addition by subtraction. The poet simply doesn't want to repeat an experience he had while touring Bolivia last year when he ran out of cash and had to pawn his wedding ring, TheNewAge.co.za reported.

Journalist Scott Carney, author of "The Red Market: On the Trail of the World's Organ Brokers, Bone Thieves, Blood Farmers, and Child Traffickers" (Harper Collins), said Brochero's ballsy sale must be considered an art project because there is no real market for testicles.

"There is no real value for any body part," Carney told The Huffington Post. "It's what gets negotiated, like a used car."

The Huffington Post  |  By David Moye   
Posted: 06/14/2013 9:34 am EDT  |  Updated: 06/14/2013 9:34 am EDT



The seller


A poet in Colombia wants to go to Europe so much that he's willing to fund the trip in a very ballsy way: selling his testicles.

Rafael Medina Brochero, 52, is selling the matching set of semen-producing genitalia for the lump sum of $20,000 to fund a European tour in which he'll participate in “Poetry for Peace in Colombia,” according to ColombiaReports.com.

Brochero did not say whether the surgery would be covered in the $20,000, but he said the presumedly used testes might be able to be transplanted into a sterile person or used to make soup, Yahoo! Australia reported.

Quote from: hubag bohol on June 15, 2013, 09:10:50 PM
It is still unclear why Malabehar committed the theft at Alamo Steak House.

"He never gave an explanation," Scales said. "But what concerned us is that he had served two months in jail for the February theft and then, one day after being released, he did it again."

Lisod tuod espilingon. Hmm, unsa kahay nakaon aning tawhana...

Malabehar received the three-year sentence because of his prior convictions.

"Before this incident, Malabehar has been charged with either burglary or theft 13 times. He has been arrested approximately 70 times," Scales said.

It is still unclear why Malabehar committed the theft at Alamo Steak House.

"He never gave an explanation," Scales said. "But what concerned us is that he had served two months in jail for the February theft and then, one day after being released, he did it again."

Malabehar had been arrested once earlier this year on Feb. 2 for eating at a restaurant without paying, according to Illinois records.

"The police told the manager to keep the man in the restaurant and that they would come," the spokeswoman said.

When the police arrived Malabehar told the officers he had ordered food at the restaurant knowing that he would not be able to pay, according to a police report obtained by ABC News.
Malabehar was arrested and charged with burglary, the report said. He pleaded guilty to theft on June 6.

"The initial charge was burglary," said Robert Scales, the first assistant state attorney for Illinois. "As part of a June 6 plea agreement, the charge was changed to theft with the prior conviction of theft."

In delivering the prison term, the judge took into consideration that Malabehar, 47, of Mattoon, Ill., had 70 prior arrests. He also had been released from jail the day before his meal for not paying at another restaurant.

Malabehar made his menu choices at the Alamo Steakhouse on April 4.

"He ordered a filet, snow crab, lobster pinches, snickers pie, two shots of rumple minz, and a Mike's hard lemonade," a spokeswoman for Alamo Steak House said.

But when the check came for $69.27, he refused to pay.

"He came up to the server and said 'Let me let you in on a secret, I don't have any money," she said. "So the server went to the manager, who called the police. The police informed the manager that this guy has been going all over town and eating at restaurants without paying."

By Geetika Rudra | ABC News Blogs â€" 2 hours 24 minutes ago





Anthony M. Malabehar finished a sumptuous meal that included crab, lobsters and dessert and then announced that he had no money to pay the $69.27 tab.

He was arrested, pleaded guilty and earlier this month was sentenced to three years in prison.

Security forces also are in firm control after waves of arrests and relentless pressures since the last presidential election in 2009, which unleashed massive protests over claims the outcome was rigged to keep the combative Mahmoud Ahmadinejad in power for a second and final term. He is barred from seeking a third consecutive run.

The greater comfort level by the theocracy and Revolutionary Guard sets a different tone this time. Opposition groups appear too intimidated and fragmented to revive street demonstrations, and even a win by Rowhani â€" the only cleric in the race â€" would not likely be perceived as a threat to the ruling structure.

Rowhani led the influential Supreme National Security Council and was given the highly sensitive nuclear envoy role in 2003, a year after Iran's 20-year-old atomic program was revealed.

On one side were hard-liners looking to cement their control behind candidates such as Jalili, who says he is "100 percent" against detente with Iran's foes, or Qalibaf.

Opposing them were reformists and others rallying behind the "purple wave" campaign of Rowhani, the lone relative moderate left in the race.
The Interior Ministry said Rowhani had 6,049,655 million votes from the 12,091,699 counted so far. Qalibaf trailed with than 1,844,463, and Rezaei had 1,518,964 . The other three candidates were further back.

Officials did not say in which parts of the country the ballots were counted. Counts tend to come in first from provincial towns, and Rowhani is thought to be particularly strong in the capital, giving him the prospect of surging further ahead later in the day.

But even if the last-moment surge around Rowhani brings him to the presidency, it would be more of a limited victory than a deep shake-up. Iran's establishment â€" a tight alliance of the ruling clerics and the ultra-powerful Revolutionary Guard â€" still holds all the effective power and sets the agenda on all major decisions such as Iran's nuclear program and its dealings with the West.

Many reform-minded Iranians who have faced years of crackdowns looked to Rowhani's rising fortunes as a chance to claw back a bit of ground.

While Iran's presidential elections offer a window into the political pecking orders and security grip inside the country â€" particularly since the chaos from a disputed outcome in 2009 â€" they lack the drama of truly high stakes as the country's ruling clerics and their military guardians remain the ultimate powers.

Election officials began the ballot count after voters waited on line for hours in wilting heat at some polling stations in downtown Tehran and other cities, while others cast ballots across the vast country from desert outposts to Gulf seaports and nomad pastures. Voting was extended by five hours to meet demand, but also as possible political stagecraft to showcase the participation.

The apparent strong turnout â€" estimated at 75 percent by the hardline newspaper Kayhan â€" suggested liberals and others abandoned a planned boycott as the election was transformed into a showdown across the Islamic Republic's political divide.

By NASSER KARIMI and BRIAN MURPHY | Associated Press â€" 19 mins ago


TEHRAN, Iran (AP) â€" Iran's reformist-backed presidential candidate surged to a wide lead in early vote counting Saturday, a top official said, suggesting a flurry of late support could have swayed a race that once appeared solidly in the hands of Tehran's ruling clerics.

The strong margin for former nuclear negotiator Hasan Rowhani may be enough to give him an outright victory and avoid a two-person runoff next Friday.

Rowhani had just over 50 percent of the more than 12 million votes tallied, the Interior Ministry reported, well ahead of Tehran Mayor Mohammad Bagher Qalibaf with about 15.3 percent. Conservative Mohsen Rezaei was third with about 12.6 percent.

It was unclear when the final count would be known. Iran has more than 50 million eligible voters, and turnout in Friday's election was believed to be high.

Ah, sang-at diay ang root word, dili dagat. Nawala lang ang hyphen, sama sa Kagay-an...

For one thing, there aren't enough younger workers to support all the retirees. Japan's long-running economic malaise has several causes, but its aging population -- exacerbated by its hostility to immigrants -- is surely one of them.

Whatever the long-term problems with our Social Security and Medicare programs, they'd be far worse without the Latinos, Asians and Africans who have revitalized rundown neighborhoods, invigorated popular culture and shared in the American Dream. As Brookings Institution demographer William Frey told The New York Times, the new census figures make "more vivid than ever the fact that we will be reliant on younger minorities and immigrants for our future demographic and economic growth."

Their vitality ought to be welcomed.

One of the ways in which the GOP alienates younger Americans is with its harsh rhetoric and unwelcoming policies toward those who crossed the border illegally. According to a 2009 Washington Post/ABC News poll, 73 percent of Americans ages 18 to 29 support giving them a path toward legal status.

Younger Americans have grown up in a more diverse nation, so they are far less likely to see those with darker skin and different accents as a threat. But there are good reasons for older white Americans to welcome immigrants, too -- whether or not they entered the country with legal documents.

Without them, the United States would be doomed to the kind of demographic "bust" that countries from Japan to Russia are experiencing, with birthrates so low that the population is not reproducing itself. That has all sorts of dire economic consequences.

Rich Lowry, editor of National Review, the magazine founded by William Buckley, says so. So does former South Carolina Sen. Jim DeMint, now head of the conservative Heritage Foundation.

Rush Limbaugh, as usual, doesn't attempt subtlety as he argues that conservative voters would lose all political clout if undocumented immigrants gain citizenship: "There are legitimate fears that ... Republicans/conservatives are gonna end up ... outnumbered."

If Limbaugh conflates conservatives with his listeners, he's right. But they are dwindling, anyway. The Limbaugh audience, like the GOP primary voter, skews older. Looking toward voting patterns 10 to 20 years from now, Republican strategists have fretted over the party's failure to appeal to younger voters.

For the year ending July 1, 2012, deaths among non-Hispanic whites exceeded births, the Census Bureau reported. The majority of births in this country are now to blacks, Asians and Latinas.

That trend helps to explain the discomfort among older conservative voters with immigration, which has been the driver of the nation's increasing diversity. They see the country in which they grew up, in which they held the political, social and economic power, slipping away, becoming a place with which they are unfamiliar. Their anxiety boils down to a misplaced fear that they will be strangers in their own land.

Their misapprehensions are stoked and amplified by the right-wing media axis, which has spent years defining undocumented workers as barbarians at the gate and all people of color as suspect. Even as support grows in mainstream America for legalizing undocumented immigrants, the pit bulls of the right continue to denounce any attempt at comprehensive immigration reform as an unjustified "amnesty" to lawbreakers.

By Cynthia Tucker â€" 3 hrs ago


Norman Rockwell is dead. So is his America.

If you find that declaration sad, or possibly slanderous, you probably have fond memories of "the way we were" during a supposedly kinder and gentler time before the civil rights movement, women's lib and cellphones. If you don't shed tears over that America, you may have grown up as I did -- oppressed by the strictures of a social and political system that didn't show much respect to those who were not white male Christians.

Either way, the overwhelmingly white nation that Rockwell depicted in his sentimental paintings is gone. (I intend no disrespect to Rockwell, whose portrait of 6-year-old Ruby Bridges integrating a New Orleans school stands out in civil rights iconography.) Just last week, new data from the U.S. Census Bureau confirmed a trend long in evidence: The nation continues, inexorably, to grow darker.

Hmm, Halloween costume ang basurahan?

Faetz...

Bwahaha!

Two musicians...

Nahiluna na ba kaha intawon ning mga bataa...

Quote from: Scarb on April 22, 2010, 10:02:24 PM
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I'LL give the prize of 10â,¬uro thru mail..!

ala lang palain pakolö ky gilaay sa ubang lawak hee³

please submit ur "Kites" - whatsoever design..original or edited 

details: MDB is incharge 

Hmm, ingon ini ang nindot nga contest...

Shomoy...

In October 2008, the biologist warned that the chimpanzee had reached maturity and "is very large and tremendously strong." The biologist said, "I am concerned that if he feels threatened or if someone enters his territory, he could seriously hurt someone."

The $4 million settlement with Herold's estate covers a small fraction of Nash's medical costs, according to Nash's lawyers, who have said she requires care and supervision around the clock.

"I hope and pray that the commissioner will give me my day in court," Nash had told reporters following a hearing last year before Vance. "And I also pray that I hope this never happens to anyone else again. It is not nice."

Jepsen has acknowledged that the biologist had warned that the chimp was dangerous. But he said state law on the issue was ambiguous and difficult to enforce, and there was no guarantee a court hearing would have led to a seizure order.

Travis had starred in TV commercials for Old Navy and Coca-Cola when he was younger and made an appearance on "The Maury Povich Show." The chimpanzee was the constant companion of the widowed Herold and was fed steak, lobster and ice cream. The chimp could eat at the table, drink wine from a stemmed glass, use the toilet, and bathe and dress itself.

Travis had previously bitten another woman's hand and tried to drag her into a car in 1996, bit a man's thumb two years later, and escaped from Herold's home and roamed downtown Stamford for hours in 2003 before being captured, according to Nash's lawsuit against Herold.

Several months before the attack, a state biologist warned state officials in a memo that the chimpanzee could seriously hurt someone if it felt threatened, saying "it is an accident waiting to happen."

Vance said in his decision: "At the time Ms. Nash was attacked, there was no statute that prohibited the private ownership of the chimpanzee nor was there any statutory language that would have created a duty to Ms. Nash."

He added, "If there was a failure by the DEP to seize the animal ... the duty owed was to the general public and does not create a statutory obligation to ensure the safety of a private individual such as (Nash)."

State lawmakers did approve a ban on chimpanzees and other animals deemed dangerous a few months after Nash was mauled.

Nash, now 59, had gone to Herold's home on Feb. 16, 2009, to help lure her friend's 200-pound chimpanzee, Travis, back inside. But the chimp went berserk and ripped off Nash's nose, lips, eyelids and hands before being shot to death by a police officer. Nash now lives in a nursing home outside Boston.

Nash was blinded, lost both hands and underwent a face transplant after being mauled in Stamford in 2009. She reached a $4 million settlement last year with the estate of chimp owner Sandra Herold, who died in 2010.

Messages seeking comment were left Friday with Nash's relatives and her lawyer. They can appeal the decision by Claims Commissioner J. Paul Vance Jr. to the legislature.

Nash's lawyer, Charles Wilinger, has said the state Department of Energy and Environmental Protection should be held responsible for not seizing the animal before the attack, because it had been warned that the animal was dangerous.

State Attorney General George Jepsen said the state shouldn't be held liable.

"While we have the utmost sympathy for Charla Nash, we agree with the claims commission that a regulatory statute does not provide a basis to sue the state," Jepsen spokeswoman Jaclyn Falkowski said. "To decide otherwise would mean that the state simply could not afford to pass regulations intended to promote order and safety."

By DAVE COLLINS | Associated Press â€" 6 hrs ago



In this Aug. 10, 2012 file photo, Charla Nash sits before a hearing at the Legislative Office Building in Hartford, Conn., to determine whether she may sue the state for $150 million in claimed damages. Nash was mauled in a 2009 chimpanzee attack. On Friday, June 14, 2013, state Claims Commissioner J. Paul Vance Jr., denied permission for Nash to sue the state because at the time of the attack, the law allowed private ownership of the animals. (AP Photo/Jessica Hill, File)


HARTFORD, Conn. (AP) â€" A Connecticut woman disfigured by a friend's pet chimpanzee in 2009 was denied permission Friday to sue the state for $150 million on her claim that officials knew the animal was dangerous but didn't do anything about it.

The state claims commissioner released a five-page decision approving the state's motion to dismiss Charla Nash's claim, saying the law at the time allowed private ownership of chimpanzees and didn't require officials to seize legal animals. The state generally is immune to lawsuits, unless allowed by the claims commissioner.

Luc, paralyzed with horror, tried vainly to shout for help. In the distance he saw something move; then his friend's head bobbed up out of the water only to disappear again.

Farther down he again noticed a hand, just one hand, which appeared and again went out of sight. That was all.

The boatmen who had rushed to the scene found the body that day.

Luc ran back to the barracks, crazed, and with eyes and voice full of tears, he related the accident: "He leaned--he--he was leaning--so far over--that his head carried him away--and--he--fell--he fell----"

Emotion choked him so that he could say no more. If he had only known.

The two little soldiers sat side by side, motionless as always, silent and quiet, their calm faces in no way betraying the trouble in their hearts. The sun shone down on them. From time to time they could hear the plaintive lowing of the cow. At the usual time they arose to return.

Luc was whittling a stick. Jean carried the empty bottle. He left it at the wine merchant's in Bezons. Then they stopped on the bridge, as they did every Sunday, and watched the water flowing by.

Jean leaned over the railing, farther and farther, as though he had seen something in the stream which hypnotized him. Luc said to him:

"What's the matter? Do you want a drink?"

He had hardly said the last word when Jean's head carried away the rest of his body, and the little blue and red soldier fell like a shot and disappeared in the water.

Jean was not looking at them. He understood now why his friend had gone out twice during the week. He felt the pain and the sting which treachery and deceit leave in their wake.

Luc and the girl went together to attend to the cow.

Jean followed them with his eyes. He saw them disappear side by side, the red trousers of his friend making a scarlet spot against the white road. It was Luc who sank the stake to which the cow was tethered. The girl stooped down to milk the cow, while he absent-mindedly stroked the animal's glossy neck. Then they left the pail in the grass and disappeared in the woods.

Jean could no longer see anything but the wall of leaves through which they had passed. He was unmanned so that he did not have strength to stand. He stayed there, motionless, bewildered and grieving-simple, passionate grief. He wanted to weep, to run away, to hide somewhere, never to see anyone again.

Then he saw them coming back again. They were walking slowly, hand in hand, as village lovers do. Luc was carrying the pail.

After kissing him again, the girl went on, nodding carelessly to Jean. She did not offer him any milk that day.

Jean, worried and racked his brain to account for his friend's having obtained leave.

The following Friday, Luc borrowed ten sons from one of his friends, and once more asked and obtained leave for several hours.

When he started out with Jean on Sunday he seemed queer, disturbed, changed. Kerderen did not understand; he vaguely suspected something, but he could not guess what it might be.

They went straight to the usual place, and lunched slowly. Neither was hungry.

Soon the girl appeared. They watched her approach as they always did. When she was near, Luc arose and went towards her. She placed her pail on the ground and kissed him. She kissed him passionately, throwing her arms around his neck, without paying attention to Jean, without even noticing that he was there.

Poor Jean was dazed, so dazed that he could not understand. His mind was upset and his heart broken, without his even realizing why.

Then the girl sat down beside Luc, and they started to chat.

They thought of her all through the week and often spoke of her: The following Sunday she sat beside them for a longer time.

The three of them sat there, side by side, their eyes looking far away in the distance, their hands clasped over their knees, and they told each other little incidents and little details of the villages where they were born, while the cow, waiting to be milked, stretched her heavy head toward the girl and mooed.

Soon the girl consented to eat with them and to take a sip of wine. Often she brought them plums pocket for plums were now ripe. Her presence enlivened the little Breton soldiers, who chattered away like two birds.

One Tuesday something unusual happened to Luc Le Ganidec; he asked for leave and did not return until ten o'clock at night.

Then she started to talk of simple things which might interest them; of the weather, of the crops, of her masters.

They didn't dare to offer their candies, which were slowly melting in Jean's pocket. Finally Luc, growing bolder, murmured:

"We have brought you something."

She asked: "Let's see it."

Then Jean, blushing to the tips of his ears, reached in his pocket, and drawing out the little paper bag, handed it to her.

She began to eat the little sweet dainties. The two soldiers sat in front of her, moved and delighted.

At last she went to do her milking, and when she came back she again gave them some milk.

The following week as they left the barracks, Jean said to Luc:

"Don't you think we ought to buy her something good?"

They were sorely perplexed by the problem of choosing something to bring to the dairy maid. Luc was in favor of bringing her some chitterlings; but Jean, who had a sweet tooth, thought that candy would be the best thing. He won, and so they went to a grocery to buy two sous' worth, of red and white candies.

This time they ate more quickly than usual, excited by anticipation.

Jean was the first one to notice her. "There she is," he said; and Luc answered: "Yes, there she is."

She smiled when she saw them, and cried:

"Well, how are you to-day?"

They both answered together:

"All right! How's everything with you?"

She went on. But when she came back with her pail full of milk, she stopped before them and said:

"Want some? It will remind you of home."

She had, perhaps instinctively, guessed and touched the right spot.

Both were moved. Then not without difficulty, she poured some milk into the bottle in which they had brought their wine. Luc started to drink, carefully watching lest he should take more than his share. Then he passed the bottle to Jean. She stood before them, her hands on her hips, her pail at her feet, enjoying the pleasure that she was giving them. Then she went on, saying: "Well, bye-bye until next Sunday!"

For a long time they watched her tall form as it receded in the distance, blending with the background, and finally disappeared.

Once, on noticing that they were always sitting in the same place, she said to them:

"Do you always come here?"

Luc Le Ganidec, more daring than his friend, stammered:

"Yes, we come here for our rest."

That was all. But the following Sunday, on seeing them, she smiled with the kindly smile of a woman who understood their shyness, and she asked:

"What are you doing here? Are you watching the grass grow?"

Luc, cheered up, smiled: "P'raps."

She continued: "It's not growing fast, is it?"

He answered, still laughing: "Not exactly."

When their last crumb of bread had been eaten and the last drop of wine had been drunk, they stretched themselves out on the grass side by side, without speaking, their half-closed eyes looking away in the distance, their hands clasped as in prayer, their red-trousered legs mingling with the bright colors of the wild flowers.

Towards noon they glanced, from time to time, towards the village of Bezons, for the dairy maid would soon be coming. Every Sunday she would pass in front of them on the way to milk her cow, the only cow in the neighborhood which was sent out to pasture.

Soon they would see the girl, coming through the fields, and it pleased them to watch the sparkling sunbeams reflected from her shining pail. They never spoke of her. They were just glad to see her, without understanding why.

She was a tall, strapping girl, freckled and tanned by the open air--a girl typical of the Parisian suburbs.

From time to time Luc would mention a name, or allude to some boyish prank which would give them food for plenty of thought. And the home country, so dear and so distant, would little by little gain possession of their minds, sending them back through space, to the well-known forms and noises, to the familiar scenery, with the fragrance of its green fields and sea air. They no longer noticed the smells of the city. And in their dreams they saw their friends leaving, perhaps forever, for the dangerous fishing grounds.

They were walking slowly, Luc Le Ganidec and Jean Kerderen, contented and sad, haunted by a sweet sorrow, the slow and penetrating sorrow of a captive animal which remembers the days of its freedom.

And when Luc had finished whittling his stick, they came to a little nook, where every Sunday they took their meal. They found the two bricks, which they had hidden in a hedge, and they made a little fire of dry branches and roasted their sausages on the ends of their knives.

And they went on, side by side, their minds full of dim memories of home. They saw the fields, the hedges, the forests, and beaches.

Each time they stopped near a large stone on the edge of the private estate, because it reminded them of the dolmen of Locneuven.

As soon as they reached the first clump of trees, Luc Le Ganidec would cut off a small stick, and, whittling it slowly, would walk on, thinking of the folks at home.

Jean Kerderen carried the provisions.