title: Efficient routes to epimerically-pure side-chain derivatives of lanosterol

authors: Kavtaradze, Levan K.

abstract: A technically simple route is described to individual epimers of side-chain derivatives of lanosterol (3-hydroxy-5-lanosta-8,24-diene). Epimerically pure 24,25-epoxy-, 24,25-dihydroxy- and 24-bromo-25-hydroxy-lanosterol have been prepared in good yield from commercial (50-60%) lanosterol. Hypophosphorous acid was used as a catalyst for the cohalogenation of the 24(25) bond and also for the efficient conversion of 24,25-epoxy- and 24-bromo-25-hydroxylanosterol to epimerically pure 24(R) or 24(S)-24,25-dihydroxylanosterols.

text: Efficient routes to epimerically-pure side-chain derivatives of lanosterol A technically simple route is described to individual epimers of side-chain derivatives of lanosterol (3-hydroxy-5-lanosta-8,24-diene). Epimerically pure 24,25-epoxy-, 24,25-dihydroxy- and 24-bromo-25-hydroxy-lanosterol have been prepared in good yield from commercial (50-60%) lanosterol. Hypophosphorous acid was used as a catalyst for the cohalogenation of the 24(25) bond and also for the efficient conversion of 24,25-epoxy- and 24-bromo-25-hydroxylanosterol to epimerically pure 24(R) or 24(S)-24,25-dihydroxylanosterols.

year: 2004-01-01

title: Joy lands

authors: Agrawal, Shivani

subjects: Poetry

abstract: For as long as I can remember, I have been sad. When I moved from India to Aotearoa alone at eighteen, I hoped something would sand down the grief – the Pacific, green air, sidewalk lichen. I created my own displacement and I did not know how to initiate my return. This is what precedes joy.

I had not yet learned that you have to look for joy. You have to recognise it when it arrives. Before I could see that it was joy that ate wonton soup with me and found me by the lake in fur slides – it ended. I was on a one-way plane to India and my body would never be these joys again. This is what follows the end of joy.

When joy ends, it is impossible not to notice the ways in which the world demands suffering from us. We lean on no one, cry in bathrooms and eat alone. The world spins sadder. This is why you must pursue joy.

JOY LANDS is a poetry collection about finding joy across lands and inside bodies through language, girlhood, queerness, and long-haul flights. While these poems are forever in motion across time and space, they are rooted in the presence of other people and in small, indelible moments of tenderness – an almost-wishbone neck, yolk-yellow tulips, taking turns to piss.

The collection is split into three sections, each querying the conditions for joy: something unjoyful, if not terrible, must precede it; some form of hurt must always follow the end of it, and you must continue to pursue joy.

JOY LANDS is a pursuit – I enter joy. I witness joy. I make joy.  These poems are lonely and dream-like, funereal and moon-shaped, and bright hot orange. Joy is a build-up and I am just getting started.

text: Joy lands For as long as I can remember, I have been sad. When I moved from India to Aotearoa alone at eighteen, I hoped something would sand down the grief – the Pacific, green air, sidewalk lichen. I created my own displacement and I did not know how to initiate my return. This is what precedes joy.

I had not yet learned that you have to look for joy. You have to recognise it when it arrives. Before I could see that it was joy that ate wonton soup with me and found me by the lake in fur slides – it ended. I was on a one-way plane to India and my body would never be these joys again. This is what follows the end of joy.

When joy ends, it is impossible not to notice the ways in which the world demands suffering from us. We lean on no one, cry in bathrooms and eat alone. The world spins sadder. This is why you must pursue joy.

JOY LANDS is a poetry collection about finding joy across lands and inside bodies through language, girlhood, queerness, and long-haul flights. While these poems are forever in motion across time and space, they are rooted in the presence of other people and in small, indelible moments of tenderness – an almost-wishbone neck, yolk-yellow tulips, taking turns to piss.

The collection is split into three sections, each querying the conditions for joy: something unjoyful, if not terrible, must precede it; some form of hurt must always follow the end of it, and you must continue to pursue joy.

JOY LANDS is a pursuit – I enter joy. I witness joy. I make joy.  These poems are lonely and dream-like, funereal and moon-shaped, and bright hot orange. Joy is a build-up and I am just getting started.

year: 2024

title: Māori language interfaces

authors: Keegan, Te Taka Adrian Gregory

abstract: This paper considers the usability of the interface and the ramifications for te reo Māori if the interface language, the messages displayed in those text boxes, is written in te reo Māori.

text: Māori language interfaces This paper considers the usability of the interface and the ramifications for te reo Māori if the interface language, the messages displayed in those text boxes, is written in te reo Māori.

year: 2017