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The answer to this question depends on which specific EB-1 category you are asking. There are three types of EB-1 green card: EB-1A (Alien of Extraordinary Ability), EB-1B (Outstanding Researcher or Professor) and EB-1C (Multinational Executives or Managers).Among these three categories, only EB-1A allows self petition --meaning, an individual can petition an EB-1A case for himself/herself without any U.S. employer to act as the sponsor/petitioner. However, EB-1A also has a very high standard of law. It requires the petitioner to show that the individual has either won some major award (Nobel Prize, for example) or met at least three out of ten regulatory criteria and show that the individual has "risen to the very top of the endeavor with national or international acclaim."(http://www.wegreened.com/EB1A). After the precedent case, Kazarian v. USCIS (http://www.wegreened.com/EB1A_tw...), the adjudicating officers are applying a two-part adjudication approach -- after determining whether the the individual has met at least three regulatory criteria, the adjudicator must consider all of the submitted evidence in totality to make a determination as to whether the foreign national meets the requisite level of expertise for the category. Although it is generally difficult to obtain EB-1A approval, with the assistance of an experienced law firm, one can maximize the chance of EB-1A approval.EB1-B category requires a U.S. employer to act as the petitioner/sponsor while the foreign national as the beneficiary. The EB1-B petitioner can be a university or a private company. Depending on the type of the petitioner, there are certain qualifications the petitioner needs to meet. For example, for a private company to act as an EB-1B petitioning employer, among other things, the company has to have (1) at least three full-time researchers (2) proven academic achievements and (3) documentation showing the capacity to pay the beneficiary's salary. http://www.wegreened.com/EB1B-Ou...EB-1C category also requires U.S. employer to sponsor and it requires certain work experience overseas.

Let me tell you about a law that passed in Maryland in 2013…Post-Sandy Hook, the one party rule state of Maryland decided to push a raft of gun control laws. None of which had anything to do with or could have prevented Newtown but since facts and logic aren’t the strong suit of gun control and control is the name of the day, they rammed these laws through.One of these laws was a fundamental change in handgun ownership. Due to Baltimore being one of the top 5 cities in the USA for violent crime, they pushed for a “Handgun Qualification License” (HQL) as a means of stopping gun violence in the city. They literally sold this law as a gun violence prevention measure.The HQL is a permit-to-purchase for any new handgun from October 1, 2013 onward. You need to have one to buy a handgun in Maryland. So what does getting an HQL entail? Here’s the list:Taking a mandatory, state approved HQL training course by a state approved instructor at your expense. This course is a minimum of four hours and includes a live fire component which limits its location to places where ranges exist or the course is split over several days. Average cost is around $150 not including your travel time.Getting yourself fingerprinted at your expense by a state-approved fingerprint provider with electronic submission capability. Once taken, you have only a few days to submit your application. The cost of the fingerprinting is $50-$80.Submit an HQL application online only via the Maryland State Police Licensing Division website and pay the application fee via debit card or credit card only. No mail in forms, no in-person application, no cash or checks. If you don’t have Internet access you are out of luck. First time fee is $50.Wait for the Licensing Division to process the application. There is no mandated time limit to process the applications and average time is several weeks to a month or more based on informal surveys of applicants.After processing you will receive an HQL card in the mail. This card is the property of the Maryland State Police (it is very clear on this point) and it is your state-issued permission slip to begin the process of purchasing a handgun. The HQL is good for ten years.So, on average based on anecdotal accounts of hundreds of people who have gone through this process and tracked on the Maryland Shooters forum this process costs $200-$300, take around two months to meet the prerequisites to apply unless you’re really lucky and another 2–4 weeks to receive your government permission slip.Now to the fun part… the HQL did not change the prior purchase process in place! Even though a full background check is performed to issue the HQL, you still need to then fill out a purchase request application with the State Police at $10 per transfer, buy the gun, fill out all of the paperwork and still be subject to the 8 day waiting period. The HQL, despite being a license, is merely a license to let you start the process. They did not rescind or modify the process at all and added the HQL as an additional burden to acquire a handgun.It has all of the things that gun control states they want. Deep background check, a photo ID license to get a gun, fingerprinting and mandatory training. It was sold as a crime reduction measure to reduce gun violence in Baltimore and other places.How many HQLs do you think have been acquired by criminals in the 4 1/2 years since its creation? If you answered “Zero”, you’d be correct.So we reject these proposals because I can point to actual, real-world laws that do all of this, was sold on a lie and has done nothing to reduce crime. All it did was impose a signNow burden on the law-abiding in the exercise of their rights. So signNow there are several cases proceeding challenging the HQL requirements. Especially the “online only” element and training requirements that serve as a serious and disproportionate impact on lower income families and would-be owners.How Long Did Your HQL Approval Take?Handgun Qualification License

I'm not just a mono-lingual Brit any more. I know the status of a Brit is getting lower by the day, but it's not nothing. However, Brits who laugh when they boast about how shit they were at school German have something to be ashamed of. In some countries it's like being proud of not washing your hands after using the lavatory.Learning German taught me that Britain and English, great and fascinating as they are, are not the world. Germany has diplomatic discussions with Austria and they don't do it in English, shock horror.German is complex and precise in ways that slapdash “you-know-what-I-mean” English isn't. English is great and it's my first language (so obviously I'm enjoying a huge advantage,) but German is surgical. It's totally accurate. The grammar leaves no doubt what you mean, and in a way it's a metaphor for a way of looking at the world that I wouldn't have really known about had I not bothered to grapple with its glorious complexities.Learning German permits you to shock Germans. They think their language is impossible for foreigners, and to some extent they are right. It's bloody tricky. But like the enigma code, it's possible to crack it, and you don't have to be Alan Turing to do it. You need determination, a sexy teacher and bingo, you're in.Knowing German makes you fearless. I can fucking speak German. Mandarin? Bring it on! The first time I was allowed to speak to a client auf Deutsch was an enormous boost to my self confidence. I became fearless.German opens a window into another culture. It's not a totally foreign one, and there are plenty of overlaps into the Anglo Saxon world, but it's really not the same. The first time you understand a joke or a saying or an off-the-cuff remark, you get a huge, warm, rush of pleasure. A bit like your first Currywurst.The other great advantage with learning German is that people think you're clever. I'm not. But British people think that if you know what a pronoun is, you are bloody Socrates. That's because English isn't taught properly any more and the bar is low, which brings me back to where I started, rather like a Ringstrasse.

DISCLAIMER — Please do not read this if you are in an environment where you are forbidden from laughing.I have a SUPERPOWER! :DMy superpower is to somehow make every one of my solo airplane experience embarrassing.Amongst all those experiences, there is one that has always stayed with me. This one in particular because it was the first one. Back then I was only 17 years old.I was travelling from Ahmedabad to Dubai on an Emirates flight in an economy class. I had got a window seat and there was a man seating to my right on the aisle seat.As this was my first solo airplane experience, my mom was worried about my safety. She is well aware about my careless attitude when performing the most simplistic tasks at hand - especially at the airport. She had made me memorise all the checkpoints that I would come across on the airport before I could board my flight. At one point I was just annoyed because she thought I was that stupid. Also, she had warned me that I better not mess up or else……(Some of you would would know where I am going with this!)Okay then, coming back to the story —The return journey was quite comfortable and we were only 10 minutes away from landing. The air hostess appeared in the passageway to brief us about the landing procedure and instructed us to put on our seat belts.I had woken up from a deep sleep and I instinctively went on to tie my seat belt as per the instruction I had just heard."Ladies and Gentlemen, Welcome to *didnt hear what she said exactly* where the local time is 18:10. We are expected to land in the next 10 minutes. The outside temperature is 24 degree Celsius. For your comfort and safety please remain with your seat-belt fastened until the aircraft comes to a complete stop and the seat-belt sign has been switched off.…..We thank you for choosing Emirates and hope you've enjoyed the flight with us. We look forward to serving you again soon. Thank you and Good Evening!!"I adjusted my seat and looked outside the window. The view was beautiful. It was a beautiful landscape of desert. Artistic layers of sand dunes. Just wow!In the next 5 seconds, the expression on my face turned from a mesmerised “Awww” to a shocking “What the fuck?”I was suddenly repeating the air hostess’s instruction in my mind.“We are expected to land in the next 10 minutes.”If we are landing in Dubai in the next 10 minutes - where the hell are all the buildings? Where did they go?Where is the Sheikh Zayed Road? Where is the Burj Khalifa?Oh my God! I was going to get a panic attack. As far as my eyes could wander, all I could witness was an unending desert.Then I remembered that there were two flights taking off from the gate where I was waiting in Ahmedabad. One to Dubai and the other to Saudi Arabia. Also, there was only one jet bridge which later branched into two different gates. So, for some reason I thought I must have turned to the wrong side.Also, the geography of the unending desert matched more with Saudi Arabia than Dubai.All I could think was about the last line my mom had told me, “Ruchi, you better not mess up or else……”I had to take some action.I started fumbling with the front seat pocket to search for my boarding pass to ensure if my check-in was done for the right destination. In that case, at least I wouldn't be blamed. But unfortunately, I couldn't find it.I was waiting to get hold of the air hostess so that I could clear the doubt in person but none came around as they were preparing for the landing.Then I did something stupid.I asked the man next to me.From his appearance (he was wearing an untucked old white shirt with loose khaki colored pants and simple men sandals), he seemed to be from the working class. I am not being judgemental - just observant.I asked him “Sir, I am a little confused about where this flight is heading. Is it going to Saudi Arabia?”He looked at me with confusion as he didn't understand a word I had just said.So I asked the same thing in Hindi.And there I saw it - the exact expression that I had a few minutes back. An expression filled with shock, surprise and a nearing PANIC ATTACK.He said, “Dekhiye, aap mujhe darra rahi hai. Main pehli baar plane mai baitha hu. Mujhe Dubai jana hai (almost pleading now). Aur mujhe english bhi nahi aati (on the verge of an attack)”Translation <“Look, you are scaring me. I am travelling by an airplane for the first time. I want to go to Dubai. And I cant even speak in English”>I wanted to console him but I had to take care of my own panic attack.But before I could say anything, there was an announcement."Ladies and Gentlemen, Welcome to the Dubai International Airport”.Upon hearing that, my panic attack expression changed to a sigh of relief as I was no more going to be screwed by my mom. You see, I was never scared of landing in a foreign country (not even if it was North Korea). This would tell you a lot about my priorities.But in this process I forgot about the man who was sitting next to me and who I had almost given a heart attack. He was mumbling something in tension. May be a prayer.I waved at him and told, “Oh Sir Jee! Dont worry. Mubarak ho! Hum Dubai pahuch gaye”, I said with a such a huge smile that after a few seconds it looked plain creepy.Translation <“Oh Sir! Do not worry. Congratulations! We have landed in Dubai”>He was shocked. He didn't know how to react and stared at me furiously. I just kept my mouth shut and continued to cover it with my creepy smile.P.S. Even to this day, after 7 long years, I still wonder if he thought that I was playing a prank on him. LOL———————————————————————————————————Who the hell am I?Just an extant member of the subtribe Hominina who is trying to survive the chaos of evolution. Still alive. See you on the other side :)Have a good day buddy!

** Warning - gory picture alert - bloody picture ahead **Surviving motorcycle riding is about spending thousands of hours of seat time learning how to ride. Thousands.Why?The goal is to take your riding from a conscious activity, to an unconscious one. You practice correct body position, weight transfer, and most importantly correct head placement, until something which you have to consciously practice every time becomes habit. That is, drill yourself over and over to look where you want to go. All the time. Every time.1000cc Super sports won’t kill you. They won’t cause you to burst into flames, or lose control, or spontaneously combust. They will however, not forgive you. They won’t forgive lapses of judgment or concentration. They won’t forgive poor body placement. They will not forgive you when you have stiff arms, and stiff inputs into the throttle when leaned over in a corner. Jerky stiff-arm throttle inputs will high-side you with little warning.I’ve owned a few R1’s, and I’ve had (as John McGuinness says) ‘ass puckering’ moments. A few tank-slappers, emergency stoppies, and a quick-as-lightning almost-high-side. I was riding fast on the road, I’d finished a corner, was straightening up, enthusiastically rolled the throttle and next thing, the rear end spun, stepped out right then snapped back - I found myself popped up, off the seat, over the front of the bike, staring down at the road. My legs were up in the air, my hands still gripping the handlebars, and I was leaned right over the windscreen. I managed to pull myself back and get my body back in the seat, but if the highside attempt had happened 30m earlier I would have run right off the road into some trees and probably been killed. I was going fast.This was only last year, and I wasn’t riding as hard as I usually do through that area.The other thing which catches even reasonably experienced riders on liter bikes out is the unexpected bump-and-throttle-jerk. You’re cruising along, chilled out looking cool riding one handed. A bump you haven’t seen unsettles the bike, you jerk the throttle and BAM - bike launches forward, you grab the bars. Only, your wrist isn’t below the bar, as an experienced riders’ wrist should be, it’s above it. So, you’ve just wrenched the throttle of this 180hp monster wide open. And it obeys! It wheelies, you’re hanging on for dear life to a bloodthirsty beast which has instantly obeyed your throttle hand, you’ve slid off the seat and are hanging off a vertical bike. That vertical bike is now doing 30Mph faster and climbing! It goes past vertical and you faceplant on the “cheese grater” (the tarmac).I’ve seen it happen so many times on Youtube, and a few times in real life.As a rider who’s done well over 100,000 k’s on 1000cc SuperSports, when I’m riding one handed the thing holding me to the bike, is my legs gripping the tank. I’m wearing my leathers, and I’ve got Stompgrip tank pads to grip on. I’ve been gripping with my legs for so long, it’s automatic. My hand grip on the bars is loose, gentle, my arms are relaxed and my wrist is below the throttle. So if a jerk happens and I’m surprised by it, grabbing the throttle closes it! Quite often, I don’t even grab the throttle - I let the bars whip back and forth, the energy from the bump is dissipated, and then I grab the bars. My torso is relaxed, I’m hunched over. When the surprise bump hits, my legs tighten on the tank, but my torso, arms and hands remain relaxed and loose. My throttle hand is loose and gentle so when I grab the throttle, I roll it closed. The bike can buck and kick and the handlebars can whip about, and because I’m loose and let the bike kick around and get the bump out of its system, the bike’s geometry can do what it’s designed to and straighten up again.This sort of reflexive unconscious habit only happens when you’ve spent a LOT of time living in the seat, and you’ve trained and disciplined these habits into your unconscious mind. It also helps when you’ve explored the limits of much smaller, more forgiving bikes, and you’ve skilled up on those.And look - let’s be honest - when I’m riding one-handed being ‘cool’, I’m being a dick. I’m tempting fate. I should know better, but hey, we all do dumb things we shouldn’t. I deserve everything I get if something goes wrong, and just because I’m ‘experienced’ doesn’t mean that I somehow have magical exemption from things going wrong.There are a lot of riders I know who went from ‘learner legal’ 250’s straight to 1000’s. Compared to the guys who have milked every last drop out of 125s and 250s, they can’t ride for shit. Honestly, I’ve seen a 14yr old kid, come from racing 250’s, jump on a 1000cc bike he’s never ridden before and lap it faster than the fast old guys in my fast group. You learn the skills to ride fast on the small bikes.Me personally, I did the humiliating thing by spending the first 8 months of my road-riding life on a 150cc Chinese scooter.A few riders mocked me, but most of them gave me huge respect. I learned how to read traffic, people, and everything moving about on the road on that little scooter, and dropped it well over 20 times. I made a lot of mistakes on that thing, and learned a hell of a lot without it costing me much at all. BattleScoot(tm) had scars and scratches, dents and gouges all over it - it was held together with Gaff tape and cable ties - but it valiantly survived my epic stupidity. And so did I.I moved to a 2 stroke 125 road bikeand learned how to milk it for every last drop of its limits. I ground my footpegs down, I was leaning over so far. I learned how to adjust and service its suspension, so the bike would corner, brake, and handle safer. I learned how to maintain every last ounce of entry speed through corners because that little 125 only had 33hp.I then moved to Honda Bros 650 (Hawk GT 650 in the US) which, despite being 650cc, had very little actual power. My suspension guy, after I harassed him to recommend which bike to move to next, finally said “Fine! Get a Bros! Get a Bros, and let me sort the suspension”This is a Bros 650:And this is a review of it: Honda Hawk GT: Born Before Its Time - Motorcycle USAThat bike was the first bike I had a high-side on. Yeah, 189kg, 35hp (it was a Japanese import, and the Japanese motors had much less power than the US Hawk GT) and I high-sided it coming out of a petrol station jumping on the throttle. It was also the first bike I managed to get to 200kph on.I rode that for 5 years, learning every inch of it. My suspension guy did the forks and shock, and it handled like God. I humiliated almost everyone on 1000cc SuperSports in the twisties; no-one could keep up with me DOWN Macquarie pass. I ground its footpegs, and chicken strips? None. The Bros taught me how to throw a heavier bike around, and get really, really fast, with a small horsepower engine.This set the foundation for my move to a 2004 Honda CBR600RR.That bike was a huge leap up in power, but… a lot more difficult to handle! It required more muscle to make it corner, make it stay down in a corner, and muscle it around. The brakes were also savage, and I did a few stoppies by accident when I first got it.But! Because I had practiced for years on the Bros, I was able to dominate the CBR quickly, with confidence.The lessons I learned on the CBR, enabled me to handle my first R1. It was an ex-Irish road racing bike, a 2000 R1 with carb kit, Maxton suspension, and a full exhaust. It was wild. I attended the Isle of Man TT, and rode it hard over Isle of Man’s mountain course. That R1 taught me a LOT of lessons. I rode it from Ireland to Croatia and back through Europe for 5 months.I then moved to a Panigale 1199S, a 2012 R1, Buell 1125CR, and now I’ve got a 2001 R1, and right now, I’m trying to decide between a 2017 Panigale 1299S, or the R1M.During that time, I also owned KTM dirtbikes - a 250SX 2 stroke, and now a 525EXC 4 stroke. I’ve spent a LOT of time on dirt bikes, which helps immensely with riding on the road.So, as you can see, I’ve spent a lot of time and effort learning the most I can out of each new step up. I can jump on any 1000cc bike now, and ride seriously fast. I’m not the fastest rider in my group by any means, but, I’m in the fastest group.I’ve also spent a lot of time on the race track getting coaching and guidance. A lot of poor habits have been fixed thanks to both paid and unpaid coaching and mentoring. I can’t express how many times my life has been saved, or accidents avoided, by making a habit out of their advice.So, in summary, you can most definitely jump straight on a 1000cc bike and, with great caution, learn how to ride it accident-free. With a lot of hard work and effort, you can surmount the huge learning curve that is the wild, monstrous, heavy 1000cc Supersport and become a good rider. It’s totally doable.However, if you want to do this, do it on the track. *When* you make mistakes, and the 1000cc kicks you off, you’ll slide safely off the track and receive immediate medical attention. You will have people around you who can tell you what you did wrong, and you can live to climb back on and ride again.If you want to do your learning on the road, well - are you sure you’re ready for the unforgiving nature of your 1000cc teacher? There is no forgiveness. When you get kicked off, will you hit a guard rail, and snap your spine? (Brett) Will you grab a bit too much throttle and flip your bike? (Scott). Will you freak out entering a corner, because you’re muscling your bike down and it’s resisting you and bucking through the handlebars, target fix on a car and ride right into it? (Angelo). Or, will you realise you’re going too hot into a corner, grab a fistful of brake and lose the front end, running wide? (Tiffany).I can rattle off a lot more names, some who didn’t survive their mistakes. It’s your choice, ego, or wisdom. With Wisdom, there is life. When your spine is snapped, and you’re in a wheelchair for the rest of your life, ego doesn’t seem such a good choice.Edit:I forgot to answer your question about the latest electronic aids. Having taken several of this years new bikes for test rides, the electronics are awesome. Hilariously awesome. ABS, traction control, wheelie control, lean-angle sensing ABS, all that stuff - it’s amazing. It really is. It fills in so many skill gaps that, it really mitigates a lot of the unforgiving nature of the thousands. These aids can make all kinds of novices go and stop, fast.There is almost no downside to these aids that I have been able to figure out. Sure, as a new rider you will absolutely depend on them. When I moved back from my 2012 R1 to my old 2001, I had a real shock. I had no idea how dependent on traction control I’d become! How blasé about mashing the throttle, and hanging the rear end out I’d become. I got on my 2001, and started scaring myself a bit.So, the aids can definitely make you lazy and complacent. They allow you to let your discipline and skills lapse. They can also make you contemptuous of the risks the road offers. You don’t realise how much closer to the absolute limits of the bike you are riding at… you dive into a corner at much closer to the limits of the tyres and tarmac’s abilities, and the computer electro-magically fixes it.When something does go wrong though, where is your safety margin? There is none. You’ve used it all up. The electronics have masked all the warning signs you’d be getting on the way to the limit, until there’s absolutely nothing those aids, you, or anything else can do. And because you’re dependent on those aids, and you’re complacent, lazy, and shit, well… someone’s gonna get a-hurt, real bad.The other thing to take into account is, these are electronic aids. Electronics, well… fail. water, shock, vibration, dust, wear, whatever, there is always a chance they’ll malfunction. It might be a small chance, but, if you at least have learned the skills the ‘old fashioned’ way, if they fail, you got those skills to draw on.That’s my take anyway.

As a genius, I can say I am highly deficient in math. I’m more creative than logical. I can construct stories of high imagination, in a variety of genres, with my mind— then commit them to paper. I have a great creative flow of language and concepts.In high school, I slept perhaps 3 hours a night. I read a lot: Michelangelo, Nietzsche, Plath, Burgess, Burton, Henry Miller, the classics. Even studied Plato and Aristotle a bit with Mill and Hobbes.I did this because I was a curious person. I wanted to know how the world works. I had my own set of issues and read a lot of psychology to try and understand them. I enjoyed the works of Freud and Jung. My search was in understanding human nature.I spent my spare classroom hours writing and creating abstract pastel art. Went to the library after school, spending up to 3 hours reading whatever impulses guided me to. Came home and wrote music to the lyrics I wrote during the day and recorded it. This was my usual day from 14–18 years old.I never understood math but many compare it to poetry. It’s a precise, scientific poetry. I don’t understand it and numbers confuse me. But my achievement tests in 5th grade showed I had college level reading and writing skills. I was higher than average in all my subjects, but those two were at highest level. In 3rd grade, I took a legitimate IQ test and scored at a genius level.I had a major meltdown in my late teens brought on by sleep deprivation, mental illness, withdrawal from human company, and lack of activity. I went from memorizing 3 pages essays in a week for class presentation to not being able to leave the bed.Yes, I was self-taught in all these things. Guitar, poetry and writing, reading, painting, and art. I read theoretical science and try to understand the makeup of reality. That’s my pursuit. I find human company boring mostly— its a lot of effort and patience to me that detracts from my joy in reading, and listening to music.Curious minds are energetic minds, and a genius is a highly energetic mind. It craves stimulation. For kicks, look up the etymology of genius and read about its history. A genius, like a daemon, was a tutelary spirit. Scholars in the medieval era were thought to have these spirits because they were loners who studied constantly— and people were mostly illiterate then and didn’t understand it.“Genius” today signifies a mathematical brilliance, an inventive mind, or scientific achievement. Those of us with creative imagination are cast aside for the engineers, mathematicians, and inventors. If it can’t build profit or make life easier, it’s not really relevant to most people. It seems anyone can “write a book” or a poem, but you aren’t appreciated if you do it well. And damn life takes up so much energy and time many of us don’t have the spare reserves to commit to finishing our brilliant ideas that won’t make much money, but may inspire people for ages…if we are lucky.

Try a ladder workout. ... Run shorter distances repeatedly to improve your speed. ... Run longer distances repeatedly to improve your endurance. ... Do lower body strength training once or twice a week. ... Add in weekly upper body strength training. ... Eat hEvalthy, balanced mEvals.

Track and Field is a sport that consists of a number of events. These events include athletics such as running, jumping, and throwing. Most of the events are individual but a few, like relay events, involve a team.

Track and field is a sport which includes athletic contests established on the skills of running, jumping, and throwing. ... Regular jumping events include long jump, triple jump, high jump and pole vault, while the most common throwing events are shot put, javelin, discus and hammer.

Tartan Track is a trademarked all-weather synthetic track surfacing made of polyurethane used for track and field competitions, manufactured by 3M. It lets athletes compete in bad weather without serious performance loss and improves their results over other surfaces.

The outdoor track season is usually March to June in the United States and through September in Europe and Asia. The cross-country season is generally from September until early December in the United States, although in Europe meets are often held throughout the winter until the start of the outdoor track season.