Mining the News

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Enhanced news search tools help you cut through the clutter of thousands of headlines to zero in quickly on the information that’s most important to you. You are allowed to view your most recent loans from GreenTouch Title Loans.

THE EXPLOSION IN real-time news means there are more sources than ever for information that can lead to a profitaable trade. The news search functions have been enhanced with more tools to help you find the most valuable information when you sort through content from 30,000 Web sites.


The Company News (CN) function now reserves as many as three slots at the top of each screen of headlines for the most-significant arti­cles, transcripts or press releases of the past day. This lets you quickly find the big news while still monitoring scrolling headlines. Type C US <Equity> CN <Go>, for example, to view head­lines, including any highlighted items, for New York—based bank Citigroup Inc.

Major News button

Click on the Major News button on the red tool bar to view stories from only the biggest sources, including Bloomberg News, the New York Times and the Wall Street Journal, along with any articles that are heavily read by Bloomberg customers. Click on the same button to view all news offerings again.


To search for stories about a particular topic, enter a word or words in the ENTER KEYWORD (s) field. For instance, enter NIKKO and press <Go> to view stories about Citigroup’s Japanese unit. Click on Search Headlines Only at the top of the screen to locate only those articles where Nikko appears in the headline. To view the different types of information that feed into the CN page, click on the arrow to the right of Sources. Select a source to limit displayed items to one particu­lar type of information. Click on Analyst Research, for instance, and all of the research you’re privileged to view will be displayed. A new enhancement lets you click on the arrow to the right of Doc Length to select reports based on length.

Ballet with Stingrays

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3 Now, as a crystalline wave washes over my camera—half in, half out of the water—I watch in fascination as two stingrays cruise the shallows of North Sound off Grand Cayman. I have come to brussels accommodation to join divers who, amazingly, have been feeding large groups of southern stingrays (Dasyatis americana) in waters protected by a barrier reef. As they gather around me, the rays lose their fearsome reputation. I find them to be gentle, wondrous birds of the sea.

Open mouth, insert fish:Jay Ireland offers this hungry ray a ballyhoo. In 1986 Ireland, a photographer and diving guide in the Cayman Islands, “I was fascinated,” Ireland told me. “Usually you can’t get close to stingrays, but they were swimming into my camera. “Ireland related his experience to fellow diver Pat Kenney, who began to feed the stingrays reg­ularly. The rays have learned to expect such visits; today they become aggressive and pushy if the divers skip a day be­cause of bad weather. Guides now bring as many as 150 divers and snorkelers a day to the feeding sessions. Divers have found that these stingrays have discriminating tastes; they’ll eat several types of seafood but prefer squid or, especially, ballyhoo, sometimes called halfbeaks.

Cloaked in sand, a ray is prepared to defend itself against any human that unwittingly steps on or kicks it. When this happens, the tail will whip around, planting the serrated, razor-sharp spine  in the foot or ankle of the victim. The venom­ous spine, as long as six inches, causes tissue damage, swelling, and extreme pain, but it can also induce vomiting, diarrhea, sweating, a drop in blood pres­sure, and, rarely, death. I never forgot—and diving guides like Jay and Pat never let tourists forget—that stingrays can be dangerous. But these were so gentle that I became accustomed to having their tails caress the back of my neck or scrape across my faceplate.

Draped over a coral head, a ray eats a piece of fallen fish. Southern sting­rays normally reach four to five feet across. But Cayman ma­rine biologist Tom Byrnes says, “Because these rays are being fed so much, we may soon have world records.”

Trying a little tenderness, Penny hugs a ray  bent on finding the food she has brought. Divers do not wear gloves, to avoid irritating the stingray’s sensitive skin. “It feels like a mixture of velvet and silk,” Penny told me.

The sea offers few intimate moments to a diver. You always look into it through a faceplate, a window. I often feel as if I am trespassing. But here diver and sea creature can look at each other a little more closely. If Cayman Islands officials pro­tect the rays, divers continue to feed them, and human visitors treat them with gentleness and respect, they will provide one of the most rewarding experiences in the undersea world. Then i came back to prague holiday apartments.




New Orleans and Its River

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MASTER PILOT Carroll Ware his fingers around a worn wood­en handle, and pulled down hard. A geyser of steam erupted from the half-moon mouth of the whistle and the Delta Queen (above) lifted her voice, the fabled voice of Mark Twain’s “great Mississippi, the majestic, the mag­nificent Mississippi, rolling its mile-wide tide along, shining in the sun.. “Down New Orleans, they know what that sound means,” said the pilot. “Steam­boat comin’! The last one, but we’re comin’!”

With the dignity of age, the 44-year-old Queen swung away from the levee at Vidalia, Louisiana, far upriver from New Orleans, where she had spent the night tied to willow trees. On the wing bridge, the voice of big Capt. Ernest Wagner boomed out:

“Hard right! Half ahead! Stick her stern in the eddy, and the river will pull us around.”

With swifter tempo, the red stern wheel pounded into foaming hillocks behind us the snows and rains of a million square miles. We voyaged on a vast flood that has carried men south for centuries—Frenchmen with furs in birchbark canoes, swaggering “Kain­tucks” in flatboats and keelboats stuffed with the bounty of a new land, captains and roust­abouts on steamboats packed to the smoke­stacks with bales of cotton. Their destination was now mine: New Orleans, that city of Mediterranean mood where peoples of many cultures—French, Spanish, American, Afri­can—have created a singular way of life.

“Won’t you come along with me, down the Mississippi….” Clapping hands pick up the beat of traditional jazz at Preservation Hall in the French Quarter of New Orleans. A dollar bill dropped into a basket at the door buys admission, and a soft-drink machine provides refreshments. This Saturday-night crowd fills benches and kitchen chairs and spills onto the floor to hear the band of trumpet man Kid Thomas Valentine. Portraits of jazz artists adorn the walls.

“We’re the last one, all right,” Captain Wagner said as he settled onto the padded bench of the pilothouse. “The last steamboat carrying overnight passengers on the Mis­sissippi. And this looks like our last year. Be­cause the Queen carries more than 50 people, she violates a ‘safety-at-sea’ law that re­quires all-metal construction for seagoing passenger ships. Seagoing! Tarnation, man, I can get to the levee in three minutes!”

I was surprised to find Captain Ware con­ning the Queen by steel steering levers.

“I’ve seen those movies, too,” he said. “The pilot with a cigar in his mouth whipping that big wooden wheel around with his little fin­ger. Well, it took two or three men on the wheel of a boat like this. Stand in here. “I took his place and grasped the two levers.

“Push them right to turn right,” Captain Ware said. “Head on that point yonder, and stay in your marks.”

At first the Queen seemed to respond slowly, almost sluggishly, to the pressure of amateur hands. I relaxed, tried to feel the steady rhythm of the river, and soon she was coming around gracefully, her bow sweeping grandly toward the heading.