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Transatlantic Trade and Investment Partnership (TTIP) and Comprehensive Economic and Trade Agreement (CETA) Must Not Fail

By Hans-Jürgen Völz

On the occa­sion of the Stop TTIP demon­stra­tion with 250,000 pro­tes­tors in Berlin on Octo­ber 10, 2015, Pres­i­dent Mario Ohoven of the Asso­ci­a­tion of Small and Medi­um Enter­pris­es (BVMW), Ger­many, declared: “TTIP and CETA must not fail. That would be a dev­as­tat­ing sig­nal for the future of Europe. It is absurd to say that TTIP and CETA will ruin the glob­al­iza­tion win­ner Ger­many, as claimed by the orga­niz­ers of the demon­stra­tion. For an export nation, such as Ger­many, free trade is and remains indispensable.”

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Nature’s Craft: The Aesthetics and Design of The Great Camps of the Adirondacks

By Molly Martien

“An Adiron­dack camp does not mean a can­vas tent or a bark wig­wam, but a per­ma­nent sum­mer home where the for­tu­nate own­ers assem­ble for sev­er­al weeks each year and live in per­fect com­fort and even luxury.”
— William Fred­er­ick Dix [1903]

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Pho­to cred­it: Mol­ly Mar­tien | View of the Adiron­dack State Park from the main cab­in at Camp Stott

In the late 1800s to the 1920s, a select group of New York’s wealthy elite trav­eled up to their great camps in the Adiron­dacks to escape the hot and over-crowd­ed city. Upstate New York’s Adiron­dack State Park, locat­ed 3 hours out­side the city of New York, encom­pass­es count­less glacial and man-made lakes and spans 6.2 mil­lion acres, mak­ing it the largest state park in the U.S. In the Adiron­dacks, these great camps were made up of a series of hous­ing com­pounds sur­round­ing the lakes. Since these homes were in a remote wilder­ness, the camp’s archi­tects used numer­ous native resources to build the homes, con­se­quent­ly giv­ing the camps a unique rus­tic aes­thet­ic. This great camp’s archi­tec­ture par­tial­ly drew upon the Swiss chalet and the Japan­ese tea-house architecture.

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Linking Teacher Training and New Media: The Teaching America Project Revisited

By Anne Grob and Crister S. Garrett

A year and a half has passed since the Teach­ing Amer­i­ca project at Leipzig University’s Amer­i­can Stud­ies Depart­ment has entered the prac­ti­cal phase, and a lot has hap­pened since. Let us fill you in on some of the great new developments.

The Teach­ing Amer­i­ca project intro­duces and strength­ens the use of new media both in the uni­ver­si­ty set­ting and in high school class­rooms, thus increas­ing the amount of U.S.-related top­ics and resources in Eng­lish high school instruc­tion in Sax­ony and beyond. This project min­i­mizes the gap between the­o­ret­i­cal uni­ver­si­ty instruc­tion and school real­i­ty by pro­vid­ing stu­dent teach­ers with the oppor­tu­ni­ty to gain teach­ing expe­ri­ence long before stu­dents enter their prac­ti­cal stu­dent teach­ing phase.

The core of the project is an inter­ac­tive online por­tal that was cre­at­ed in close con­sul­ta­tion with teach­ers. The por­tal con­tains a wide vari­ety of freely avail­able online resources for teach­ers on Amer­i­can soci­ety, pol­i­tics, cul­ture, his­to­ry, and lit­er­a­ture. And the best part is: It’s open to all inter­est­ed teach­ers and teacher trainees.

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An Encounter at Canyon de Chelly

By Maria Moss

It was a clear and sun­ny day in ear­ly April when we arrived with a stu­dent group at Canyon de Chelly (pro­nounced dəˈʃeɪ/ or də·shā′). We had left our hotel on the Hopi reser­va­tion, locat­ed about one hun­dred miles to the north, ear­ly in the morn­ing. Our des­ti­na­tion: White House Ruin down in one of the creeks at Canyon de Chelly in north­east­ern Arizona.

As Sab­ri­na and I walked down the steep trail, we encoun­tered two peo­ple, a man and a woman. They were dressed in the offi­cial Nation­al Park Ranger out­fit and wore the firm felt hat so char­ac­ter­is­tic of out­door offi­cials in the Unit­ed States. White House Ruin, locat­ed with­in the bound­aries of the Nava­jo Nation, was built by the Anasza­si (or Ancient Ones), towards the end of the 11th cen­tu­ry. Why the Anasza­si left around 1300 A.D. is still debat­ed among archae­ol­o­gists; lat­est find­ings indi­cate that cli­mat­ic rea­sons – the increase in tem­per­a­ture and the cor­re­spond­ing decrease in rain­fall – might have been the reason.

“Shall we ask them for an inter­view”? Sab­ri­na, cell phone in hand, looked ahead at the two peo­ple slow­ly approach­ing. Then she looked at me. I was doubt­ful: “Will they grant us an inter­view right here, on the spot?”

Well, they did.

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If it’s Tuesday, it Must be Cold War Again

By Michael Lederer

“May you live in inter­est­ing times.”

Many Amer­i­cans com­ing to Europe are lured by the romance: foun­tains in Rome, cafés in Paris, Span­ish gui­tars, the cool vibes of Berlin. All those exist­ed in the nine­teen twen­ties and ear­ly thir­ties too, though now as then there is some­thing else in the air. It is not fea­tured in any of the very attrac­tive four-col­or brochures put out by tourist agen­cies. Indeed, one won’t see, hear, feel, or taste it if one only has a few hours off the cruise ship, or if the itin­er­ary has one shut­tling between air­port and hotel as fast as one can shout “Next!” But slow down enough to look between the mon­u­ments and land­marks and it’s here: Fear. Like a dash of Tabas­co in the soup, it is giv­ing life here in Europe an unex­pect­ed edge these days. A lit­tle bite to the brew.

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The Son-in-Law

By Nahid Rachlin

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A flut­ter of anx­i­ety shook Mina as she heard her hus­band Majid and their son-in-law Don­ald in the back­yard, talk­ing in not quite agree­able tones. “Stop, stop, she can fall and hurt her­self,” Majid, who rarely raised his voice, shout­ed. Mina went to the win­dow and looked into the back­yard where Don­ald was throw­ing Leila, her three-year-old grand­daugh­ter, into the air and catch­ing her. Leila was squeal­ing with laugh­ter, her face all red. Don­ald con­tin­ued to play, throw­ing her into the air, catch­ing her. Don­ald was a hefty, broad-shoul­dered man with long, blond hair and a strong, square face. Just the way he looked unset­tled Mina. Was this going to devel­op into some­thing more volatile? But to her relief, Don­ald stopped and, hold­ing the baby in his arms, moved back inside the house.

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