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John Cromwell examine des vols très importants pour le FBI. Il est sur la piste d’une ombre connue comme “le Fantôme”, un voleur expert qui dérobe des oeuvres inestimables et les remplace par des répliques si convaincantes que la plupart des personnes ne se rendent pas compte que les originaux ont disparu. Mais John Cromwell n’est pas n’importe qui. Par ses yeux vous examinerez les scènes de crime, vous distinguerez les originaux des contrefaçons et résoudrez l’énigme pour démasquer le Fantôme. Download free trial (35.52 Mb) Buy full version

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John Cromwell examine des vols très importants pour le FBI. Il est sur la piste d’une ombre connue comme “le Fantôme”, un voleur expert qui dérobe des oeuvres inestimables et les remplace par des répliques si convaincantes que la plupart des personnes ne se rendent pas compte que les originaux ont disparu. Mais John Cromwell n’est pas n’importe qui. Par ses yeux vous examinerez les scènes de crime, vous distinguerez les originaux des contrefaçons et résoudrez l’énigme pour démasquer le Fantôme. Download free trial (35.52 Mb) Buy full version

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Sadly, there’s a good chance you already own an iPhone 3G case if you’re the proud owner of an iPhone 3G. That said, there’s still nothing stopping you from hopping a flight to Tokyo and replacing your current one with the best case in the history of cases. Sadly, the lad that snapped this shot isn’t sure where exactly this thing is sold, but if you’re savvy on the details, be sure to holler in comments below.

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Game Boy iPhone case instantly becomes best of all time originally appeared on Engadget on Sat, 04 Apr 2009 11:21:00 EST. Please see our terms for use of feeds.

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PCD’s showed a fun twist at CTIA with the admittedly awkward looking TXT8030 by designing the handset’s lower section to rotate with business up front and party in the back — yeah, like a mullet. One one side is a QWERTY pad and on the other speakers and the music controls. We also hear the display is a 2.2-inch number, memory is expandable via microSD, it packs a 1.3 megapixel shooter, and the tale of the tape registers 4.5 inches long by 2.4 inches wide, and about a half an inch thick. No thoughts on pricing or availability, but this CDMA twistset may show up somewhere someday.

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PCD tempts with its twisting TXT8030 originally appeared on Engadget on Sat, 04 Apr 2009 09:34:00 EST. Please see our terms for use of feeds.

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What do you get if you stick a Nokia N97 in the dryer on high heat for an hour, rip the keyboard off with your bare hands, and replace S60 with a seemingly random stream of digital puke? Probably something akin to this little bugger, we’d reckon. Nothing worked, the display was wigging out, and we’d gotten it to the point where all we could do was draw red lines and watch random blocks of noise appear on screen — awesome by Keepin’ It Real Fake standards, yes, but not awesome if you’re actually trying to make a call. Our recommendation: don’t get any closer to this thing than the video you’re about to watch after the break.

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Fake Nokia N97 is fake, tiny, buggy… and fake originally appeared on Engadget on Sat, 04 Apr 2009 07:56:00 EST. Please see our terms for use of feeds.

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So here’s the thing. There’s no shortage of articles dedicated to that certain je ne sais quois of French women. You know, like how they eat more, but weigh less. They have accents, we have Billy Ray Cyrus and though we undoubtedly crush them in dollars spent at department stores (recession be damned!), they undoubtedly look better.

Now, while there’s certainly nothing I like better than the grandiosity of a good sweeping statement, it’s also, more or less, a bunch of garbage. (See also: a gross generalization.) But that doesn’t mean we don’t have anything to learn from our Francophilic counterparts; they have plenty to offer in terms of fromage, fashion, and, most importantly: First Ladies. If there’s one thing the French have going for them, it’s the seemingly inimitable Carla Bruni. (Though, let’s be clear: this is by no means a criticism of Michelle — as far as we’re concerned, Ms. Obama can do no wrong, other than her eyebrows, that is. In fact, a comparison between the two is downright impossible: it’s apples to oranges, pommes à oranges, Brunis to Obamas.)

So, what do we stand to learn from Ms. Bruni? Well, first off, her love of flats. By no means the originator of the trend, she is, by far, one of its greatest champions — followed closely by our own First Lady, of course. Though she may be the only woman able to pull of a tea-length pencil skirt with flats, that shouldn’t stop the rest of us from trying.

I’m a huge advocate of comfort over cosmetics, and so is France’s first lady, with her thanks, but no thanks stance on make-up. In an interview in last month’s Vogue, Ms. Bruni decreed that “it takes forever and doesn’t make you look better after 30.” We, of course, wholeheartedly agree.

Which brings us to the laissez-faire attitude of her love life. France’s First Femme Fatale has famously declared monogamy “terribly boring” and made no bones about her preference for polygamy and polyandry. It’s not, however, her sexual peccadilloes that we find admirable, but rather the justification for her aforementioned liberal decrees. “I am faithful… to myself,” she claims and I say: truer words have never been spoken.

Speaking of, well, speaking, I can’t get enough of Ms. Bruni’s voice.

(And neither can David Letterman — she had him at “Bon soir…”)

A former supermodel with over 250 magazine covers to her name and an heiress in her own right, Carla Bruni also had two best-selling albums and the French equivalent of a Grammy before marrying the President of France, none of which stopped her from releasing a third album and going on a subsequent press tour. How amazing is it that the wife of the President of one of the world’s most powerful countries devotes her time to not only his causes but her own career?

And I don’t doubt that most other women with her looks and/or heritage would have long succumbed to a life of content consumption, but not this one. “Objects, clothes and jewelry” give her “no pleasure” — a fact illustrated by her generally ascetic style choices. Clean, crisp lines are her cut of choice and I’m not sure I’ve ever seen her in a pattern, aside from her runway days, of course. There’s something about her understated elegance that makes me green with envy; my clothing choices are as erratic as my eating habits — another thing to learn from the French, I suppose.

This is a woman who makes coy seem positively cutthroat. (And, yes, that’s a good thing!) Though she rarely raises her voice and seems as content out of the limelight as she is within it, there’s a feline ferocity to her that I, personally, can only dream of having. I certainly don’t doubt her when she claims to have an “austere temperament.” The thing is, I have a sneaking suspicion that it all goes back to her mantra of being faithful to herself — a lesson every woman, whether French or Floridian — should learn.

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National Republican leaders, frustrated by the popularity of President Barack Obama and widespread public support for his policies, vowed today to remain frustrated. The statement came in a rare show of unity that brought together Republican lawmakers, right wing talk show hosts, conservative bloggers, and several people wearing tinfoil hats, wearing roller skates and carrying tea bags.

“We’re at a time of great national crisis and the vast minority of American people are clearly calling for us to obstruct, mock, and twist the President’s efforts to solve the country’s problems,” said some official Republican douchebag. “We remain committed to this course of action, which we expect to include snorting, pouting and — if needed — a total fucking fucky fuck-fit.”

To show support, Fox News host Glenn Beck held his breath until he passed out and then fell on top of Congressman Eric Cantor, who had been lying in a fetal position in the corner near former Vice President Dick Cheney who had a paper bag on his head and fingers in both ears. Luckily, the scene was not witnessed by the newly bald headed trio of Sarah Palin, Michelle Malkin and Ann Coulter, who had shaved their heads earlier in the day before moving into a cave above the hills of Simi Valley, California to join the tribe of a mumu wearing Norm Coleman.

A calf was sacrificed, There were many furtuve reach-arounds given behind closed doors. Michael Steele was set on fire. The blood soaked into the ground as Senator John Boehner traced the sign of the dollar with the tip of his finger into the dark earth.

“The road is clear”, said Newt Gingrich.

And then there was only the sky and the smoke and the figure of Rush Limbaugh.

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Last year, my wife got sick and ended up taking in an unexpected vacation in a cardiac ICU. After a scary week, I brought her home. We called the academic medical practice where her internist and asked for an appointment. The telephone gatekeeper, apparently finding no computer data field for: “40-something nubile woman with no apparent risk-factors has heart attack,” responded: “We have no available appointments….”

Less than 48 hours after being discharged from a intensive care unit, she was out of the hospital, and no one medical seemed all that interested or willing to see her.

As a trained health services researcher, I knew one tool to address this situation: Repeated begging and pleading. Twelve rather unpleasant days later, we got in to see the internist. Good thing. A brilliant diagnostician, he deduced that my wife hadn’t had a heart attack after all. He also determined that she was receiving excessive doses of a powerful beta-blocker that put her resting pulse below 50 with roughly the metabolism of a sleeping lizard and some ugly bruising. I presented the full gory story, including my own blunders, here. My wife is fine. I’m relieved she didn’t end up back at the same hospital ICU.

Others aren’t so lucky. The latest New England Journal of Medicine has an excellent article by Stephen Jencks, Mark Williams, and Eric Coleman on this issue. They analyzed Medicare claims data to examine the issue of unplanned re-hospitalization among Medicare recipients. Their findings provide a good example of the quality challenge facing our healthcare system, and why we need some serious reform. It’s not cheap, either. Rehospitalizations cost Medicare about $17 billion.

About 20% of hospitalized Medicare patients are rehospitalized within 30 days. Sometimes this is wise and appropriate. Other times, this reflects poor medical management and the failure of our inpatient and outpatient care systems to provide effective and coordinated care.

To me, the article’s money quote was:

In the case of 50.2% of the patients who were rehospitalized within 30 days after a medical discharge to the community, there was no bill for a visit to a physician’s office between the time of discharge and rehospitalization.

Got that? People leave the hospital and are readmitted without so much as entering a doctor’s office in-between. Poor discharge planning and meager help to patients trying to understand and follow prescribed therapies are key causes of this problem. Our system’s poor support for primary care is a big piece of the puzzle, too. For example, it is troubling that the average pay of dermatologists is double that of internists.

Arnold Epstein wrote an accompanying editorial noting an analysis of 18 studies of congestive heart failure patients in eight countries. These studies showed that comprehensive discharge planning with the right supports and guidance reduced readmission rates by 1/4 and improved patients’ quality of life.

Some years ago, I was exposed to this work as a member of an Institute of Medicine panel that explored whether Medicare should reimburse nutrition counseling and related services. I was surprised by the impact on real people of often-low-tech services by dieticians and others. The grooves of our current financing system accommodate a $40,000 hospitalization more easily than they accommodate a dietician’s $200 home visit showing a heart failure patient how to do healthy cooking.

The work by Jencks and colleagues underscore the importance of health services research to improve and monitor quality. This kind of work also highlights the value of having a large public plan–here the biggest one, Medicare–to improve care. Medicare provides a huge and detailed database so that clinicians and researchers can find more effective and economical approaches to patient care. Independent of this latest work, Medicare has been providing informal feedback to hospitals regarding rehospitalization and other quality measures.

More generally, Medicare and other public payers have the scale and leverage to use quality measures to really improve care. Private insurers certainly work to improve quality. Public players have some better available tools. For these reasons, and for many others detailed by Thinkprogress.org, we need a public plan.

Postscript for faithful readers: It’s good to see that Huffingtonpost.com has thrived in my absence. I wanted to mention that most of my health policy blogging now appears at the New Republic’s new web section, The Treatment. (My latest is here.) In this season when health policy wonkery matters more than ever before, you should check it out.

Heard novelist Alexander McCall Smith play in his beloved Really Terrible Orchestra at Town Hall Wednesday night, and all I can say is there is absolutely no danger they’ll get good any time soon. I know he was relieved to hear this.

It is an orchestra for people without talent, and so far, they’re all keepers. The Really Terrible Orchestrea, or RTO, continues to live up to its mission of “inclusiveness,” meaning you get to play with them just so long as no one else will include you.

There were approximately 1,400 of us in the audience, and I may have been the only one not wearing plaid, because it was a benefit for a children’s orchestra fund and the Tartan Society. The crowd outside, the ones not playing the bagpipes, included one person who told me tickets, which cost $25 or $35, were being sold on the Internet for $500.

The woman sitting behind me in the balcony was a Dutch attorney who had just returned from two years with the U.N. in Afghanistan that day. That day.

Apparently, she’d met the Really Terrible Orchestra’s percussionist in India somewhere along her travels, and been invited way way in advance. Do you see her, she asked me as she peered forward, I can’t see a thing without my glasses. Not even the guy in a kilt behind the conga drums? I asked her. Not even the guy in a kilt behind the conga drums. There was an extremely old woman sitting behind the tympanny holding a baton, and she never played a note. Not a single bang on a single piece of musical equipment.

That aside, what better way to recover from being a Dutch lawyer for the U.N. in Afghanistan than to be on Broadway listening to an ode to Botswana played by Scots in kilts. In April.

Here’s Alexander McCall Smith on himself in the Wall Street Journal this week, with reference to his best-selling detective agency novels, and with references to W. H. Auden, of all things, on the pleasures of crime. In books.

“The issue of reader expectations is one with which writers of crime or mystery fiction have long been familiar. The poet W.H. Auden is among many critics who have commented on how novels in this genre follow a classic pattern: First there is peace, then this peace is shattered by the occurrence of a crime, usually a murder. This leads to a search for the wrongdoer, his apprehension and punishment, and finally a return to peace. We need to see the moral balance restored, said Auden — a view also expressed by P.D. James, one of the greatest crime writers of our times. According to James, the traditional detective novel reassures us that we live in a moral universe, one in which the detective is the agent of justice. In this respect, she suggests, the detective novel is really doing the work of the old-fashioned morality play.”