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What a Difference a Day Makes

by Greg Schaffer

How do you turn from the Goat of the NBA to a Star in a matter of 24 hours? How can 1,440 minutes alter sports talk radio conversations from a stab at your very core to praises in your behalf? Ask the Utah Jazz!

Blowout Win?
On Tuesday night, February 3rd, the 30-14 Utah Jazz went to The Pond in Anaheim, California to face the 10-37 LA Clippers. Many people saw this as another blowout win for the surging Jazz. How wrong they were! Reserve guard James Robinson lit-up the Jazz with a season-high 25 points, which included 5-9 from “3 point land,” to lead the Clippers to a 111-102 victory. This win helped stop the Clippers 8 game losing streak. The Jazz were able to hold the lead once, early in the first quarter, 20-19. It only lasted for 39 seconds. From that point on the Clippers never looked back. In the third quarter they lead by as many as 21 points. The Jazz were able to cut the lead to 4 points early in the fourth but never threatened again.

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Media Independent Publishing in the Health Insurance Industry

by Jon Sund & Jim Roach

This paper is based on the knowledge and experience gained while providing consulting services to the health care insurance market sector over the last ten years. During this ten-year period the health insurance market has gone through radical change, customer expectations have expanded, new legal requirements imposed, and technology made quantum leaps. The pace of change offers opportunity for the nimble, while challenging their ability to exercise cost containment.

In this paper existing data is consolidated then applied to the area of Media Independent Publishing (MIP), in this case the dissemination of provider information, is a strategy that offers implementers an opportunity to:

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My Son

by Alma Johnson

He knew too much
He felt too deep
The pain of humanity.
He could not live
With the agony
Knowing the cause of it.
He understood too much
too young.
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Mark

by Alma Johnson

Mark –
I see the sunrise through
your eyes –
the birds singing your song.
The trees whispering –
your name – in my heart.
The wind howling your pain,
and now mine.
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