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Brian Godawa is the screenwriter for the award-winning feature film, To End All Wars, starring Kiefer Sutherland, and Alleged, starring Brian Dennehy as Clarence Darrow and Fred Thompson as William Jennings Bryan. Previously Brian adapted to film the best-selling supernatural thriller novel The Visitation by author Frank Peretti for Ralph Winter (X-Men, Planet of the Apes), and wrote and directed several documentaries, including Wall of Separation for PBS. Brian’s articles on movies and philosophy have been published around the world. He has traveled around the United States teaching on movies, worldviews, and culture to colleges, churches, and community groups. His popular book, Hollywood Worldviews: Watching Films with Wisdom and Discernment (InterVarsity Press) is used as a textbook in schools around the country. His novel series, the saga Chronicles of the Nephilim is in the Top Ten of Biblical Fiction on Amazon and is an imaginative retelling of the primeval history of Genesis, the secret plan of the fallen Watchers, and the War of the Seed of the Serpent with the Seed of Eve. The sequel series, Chronicles of the Apocalypse tells the story of the Apostle John’s book of Revelation, and Chronicles of the Watchers recounts true history through the Watcher paradigm. His main website is www.godawa.com. Charlie Wen has been heading design for video games, animation and film for almost 20 years. In 2001, he founded and Directed Visual Development at Sony Computer Entertainment on the game series God of War, and created one of the most iconic characters in video game history, Kratos. More at http://www.godawa.com
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General McArthur's Office
in the old AMP Building (now called McArthur Chambers) on the corner of Queen and Edward Streets.
View all photos taken: Tuesday, 31st July 2007, This photo: 2:48pm
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• MousyBoyWithGlasses said:
Thanks for this shot! Is the room open to the public?
• David de Groot said:
Sure is. Tuesdays and Thursdays the McArthur museum is open between 10am and 3pm. Costs $5 for entry (adults). Relatively spartan in content, but enough to justify at least one visit (but probably not two).
• D'Arne, Ming & Jack said:
thanks for the info, David
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Saturday, 17 December 2011
On Lokayata Philosophy
(From the introduction to the English translation of the Kutadanta Sutta; Dialogues of the Buddha - page 166-172, London, 1889)
T. W. Rhys Davids
Lokāyata is explained by Wilson as `the system of atheistical philosophy taught by Cārvāka,1 and by the Petersburg Dictionary as `Materialism'. Now the description of the good Brahman as put, in the Buddhist Suttas, into the mouth of Brahmans themselves,2 mentions Lokāyata as one branch of his learning. The whole paragraph is complimentary. And though the exact connotation of one or two of the other terms is doubtful, they are all descriptive of just those things which a Brahman would have been rightly proud to be judged a master of. It is evident, therefore, that the Dictionary interpretations of the word are quite out of place in this connection.
Yet they are each of them, at least for a later period, well authenticated. Kumārila Bhaṭṭa, in his Vārttika (verse 10), charges the Mīmāṃsā system with having been, for the most part, converted into a Lokāyata system, and claims for his own book the merit of bringing it back to theistic lines.3 Now of course the Mīmāṃsists would indignantly deny this. Kumārila, who seems to have been a good deal of a bigot, is here merely hurling at adversaries, who claimed to be as orthodox as himself, a term of abuse. But it is clear that he uses that term in the sense of `atheistic.' The exact phrase would be nāstika, as opposed to his own āstika-patha: that is, the system or the man who says `there is not,' an infidel. This is somewhat wider than atheist; it comes however, in Kumārila's mouth, to much the same thing.
Saṅkarācārya uses the word lokāyata several times, 4 and always in the same specific sense as the view of those who look upon the soul as identical with the body, as existing only so long as the body exists, not continuing, after death, in a new condition and separate from the body. A very similar, if not indeed the very same view is also controverted in the Brahmajāla Sutta (above, P. 46); and is constantly referred to throughout the Piṭakas under the stock phrase taṃ jīvaṃ taṃ sarīraṃ.5 But it is never called Lokāyata in the Piṭakas. It seems to be the view that there is a soul; but that it is diffused through the body, and dies with it; and is not a separate unity, within the body but not of it, which flies away from the body after death. It is not necessary to suppose that either. Saṅkara or the Buddhists had in their minds any book setting forth a philosophy based on this single proposition, or any actual school using such a book as a manual. It may have been so. But the expressions used point rather to an opinion held by certain thinkers, in union with other opinions, and not expounded in any special treatise. Nor do either the Buddhists or úaṅkara pretend to set out that opinion in full. They are dealing with it only so far as is necessary to enforce their own contrary positions. And though `materialist,' as a rough and ready translation of. Saṅkara's Lokāyatika, gives a good idea, to a European reader, of the sort of feeling conveyed to Saṅkara's Indian readers, yet it is not quite exact. European `materialists' (and one or two may be discovered by careful search) do not hold the view which úaṅkara describes to his Lokāyatikas.
Buddhaghosa in our passage has: Lokāyataṃ vuccati vitaṇḍa-vāda-satthaṃ, `the Lokāyata is a text-book of the Vitaṇḍas (Sophists) 6 This does not help us much; but previously, p. 91, he explains Lokakkhāyikā as follows: `Foolish talk according to the Lokāyata, that is the Vitaṇḍa, such as: “By whom was this world created? By such a one. A crow is white from the whiteness of its bones; cranes are red from the redness of their blood.”
Other Pāli comments on the word are the Abhidhāna Padīpikā (verse 112), which says simply, probably following Buddhaghosa: Vitaṇḍa-satthaṃ viññeyyaṃ yaṃ taṃ lokāyataṃ. The date of this work is, the middle of the twelfth century A. D. Much clearer is Aggavaṃsa in the Sadda-nīti, which is a generation older. He says: 7
Loko ti bāla-loko; ettha āyatanti ussāhanti vāyamanti vādassādenāti lokāyataṃ. Ayatati vā tena loko, na yatati na īhati vā, lokāyataṃ. Taṃ hi gandhaṃ nissāya sattā puñña-kiriyāya. kittaṃ na uppadenti. Lokāyataṃ. nāma: sabbaṃ Ucchiṭṭhaṃ sabbaṃ anucchiṭṭhaṃ seto kāko kāḷo bako iminā va iminā va kāranenāti evam-ādi-niratthaka-karaṃa-paṭisaṃyuttaṃ titthiya-satthaṃ, yaṃ loke Vitaṇḍasatthaṃ vuccati, yaṃ sandhāya Bodhisatto asamadhuro Vidhūra-paṇḍito:
Na seve Lokāyatikaṃ, n'etaṃ puññāya vaḍḍhanaṃ ti āha.
`Loko means the common world. Lokāyata means: “on that they āyatanti;” that is, they exert themselves about it, strive about it, through the pleasure they take in discussion. Or perhaps it means: “the world does not yatati by it”; that is, does not depend on it, move on by it. For living beings do not stir up their hearts to right-doing by reason of that book. 8 Now the Lokāyata is the book of the unbelievers (of the Titthiyas) full of such useless disputations as the following: “All is impure; all is not impure; the crow is white, the crane is black; and for this reason or for that”the book known in the world as the Vitaṇḍa-sattha, of which the Bodisat, the incomparable leader, Vidhūra the pandit, said:
“Follow not the Lokāyata, that works not for progress in merit.”
The verse quotedcertainly a very old oneis in the Vidhūra Jātaka, 9 and the commentator there says: `This means: Follow not Lokāyata disputation, Vitaṇḍa chatter, concerned with useless matters which neither give paradise nor lead men on into the Path.'
For while the Mahābhārata has precisely the same use of the word as the Piṭakas, later works use it in a manner approximating more and more nearly to that of Saṅkara. The passage in the Mahābhārata is at I, 2889 (= Hari Vaṃsa 14068), where, at the end of a list of the accomplishments of learned Brahmans, they are said to be masters of the Lokāyata. Being mentioned, as in our passage, at the end of the list, it is plain that this branch of learning is meant to be taken as of minor importance. But it is not yet considered unfavourably, much less opprobiously. And the Petersburg Dictionary, from which I take most of these references, points out that the word may possibly, in this passage, have some other meaning than `Materialism.'
The Rāmāyaṇa goes further. There the word is also in a list, but the Laukāyatikā are blamed as `clever in useless things.' 11 So in the Saddharma Puṇḍarīka, the good Mahāyānist does not serve or court or wait upon (among other low people) `the Lokāyatikas who know by heart the Lokāyata mantras (mystic verses).' 12 The date of this may be a century or two after Christ. And in the Gain book, entitled the Bhagavatī, which Weber puts at about the same time, the Lokāyatikas occur in a similar list of blameworthy persons. 13
In the Milinda, which is probably somewhat earlier, the word is mentioned twice. One passage ascribes a knowledge of the Lokāyata (in a sentence expanded from the very clause in our Sutta) to the hero of the story, Nāgasena.14 Here the Milinda is quite at the old standpoint. The other passage is in a parenthesis, 15 in which the sub-hero, the king, is described as `fond of wordy disputations, and in the habit of wrangling against the quibbles of Lokāyatas and Vitaṇḍas.' This may possibly be a gloss which has crept into the text. But in any case it is evidence that, at the time when it was written, the later view of the meaning of the word had become prevalent.
Lastly, the Lokāyata system is, in various works of the fourteenth century and later, appropriately fathered on Cārvāka, a mythical character in the Mahābhārata, an ogre, who appears in the garb of a Brahman. 17 It is not certain whether this is due to the ingenuity of a friend or a foe. In either case, like the fathering of the later Sāṅkhya on the ancient sage Kapila; or the fathering of the collection of fables, made by Planudes in the fourteenth century A. D., upon Aesop the story-teller of the fifth century B. C., it has been eminently successful, has deceived many, and is still widely accepted.
Pending the discovery of other texts, and especially of such as are not only the testimony of opponents, the best working hypothesis to explain the above facts seems to be that about 500 B. C. the word Lokāyata was used in a complimentary way as the name of a branch of Brahman learning, and probably meant Nature-lorewise sayings, riddles, rhymes, and theories handed down by tradition as to cosmogony, the elements, the stars, the weather, scraps of astronomy, of elementary physics, even of anatomy, and knowledge of the nature of precious stones, and of birds and beasts and plants. To be a master of such lore was then considered by no means unbecoming to a learned Brahman, though it ranked, of course, below his other studies. At that time there was no school so called, and no special handbook of such knowledge. But portions of it trenched so closely upon, were so often useful as metaphor in discussing the higher and more especially priestly wisdom, that we find sayings that may well have belonged to it preserved in the pre-Buddhistic literature. Such passages, for instance, as Bçi. Ār. Up. III, 8, 3, Chānd. Up. IV, 17, 1, and VI, 2-7, on the worlds and on cosmogony; Chānd. III. on the colour of the rays of the sun; Bçi. Ār. Up. II, 1, 5-7, and III, 7, 3-7, on the elements; Ait. Ār. III, 2, 1, 4, and others, on the parts of the body; and many others of a similar kind on these and other subjects might be cited as examples.
In the first half of the eighth century Kumārila uses the word as a mere term of abuse, and in the sense of infidel of his equally orthodox opponents, the Mīmāṃsists. And shortly afterwards Saṅkara, in setting forth his theory of the soul, controverts a curious opinion which he ascribes to Lokāyatikaspossibly wrongly, as the very same opinion was controverted ages before in the Piṭakas, and not there called Lokāyata, though the word was in use in Piṭaka times.
1. He gives as his authority, the Amara Koùa; but the Koùa merely mentions the word, in a list, without any explanation.
2. Aṅguttara I, 163, and other passages.
3. The passage is quoted in Muir's Sanskrit Texts,' III, 95.
5. For instance in the Mahāli and Jāliya Suttas, both translated below.
7. Quoted sub voce in Subhūti's `Abbidhānappadīpikā Sūci' p. 310. According to the Sāsana Vaṃsa Dīpikā (Dr. Mabel Bode's edition, p. 74), he lived at Arimaddana in Burma in 1127 A. D. See also Sāsana Vaṃsa Dīpo, verse 1238; Gandha Vaṃsa, pp. 63, 67; Forchammer, `Jardine Prize Essay,' p. 34; J. P. T. S, 1882, p. 103.
8. With this attempt at derivation may be compared Nīlakaṇṭha on the passage quoted below from the Mahābhārata (as given in B. R.), Loka evāyatante te lokayatikā. Also Prof. Cowell's suggestion (Sarvad. S., p. 2) that Lokāyata may be analysed etymologically as `prevalent in the world.' The exact meaning of āyata is really very doubtful.
9. Fausb"ll's edition, VI, 286. No less than four bas reliefs, illustrating this Jātaka, have been found at the Bharhut Tope. See my `Buddhist Birth Stories,' p. cii. On the greater age of the verses, as compared with the prose, of the Jātakas, see ibid. lxxviii.
10. Loc. cit. See Deussen, `Vedānta-system,' 310; and Thibaut, `Vedānta-Sutras,' II, 269.
12. Chapter XIII, at the beginning. Burnouf (p. 168) reads tantras (instead of mantras), no doubt wrongly, and has a curious blunder in his note on the passage (P. 409). He says Lokāyata means in Pāli `fabulous history, romance'; and quotes, as his authority, the passage given above from the Abhidhāna Padīpikā, in which Lokāyataṃ is simply explained as vitaṇḍa-satthaṃ. This last expression cannot possibly mean anything of that sort.
13. Weber, Ueber ein fragment der Bhagavatī, II, 248.
14. My Milinda, I, 7.
15. Ibid. I, 17.
16. Cowell's Translation, p. 236.
17. Madhusūdana Sarasvatī, Prabodhacandrodaya, Sarva-darùana saṃgraha.
18. Sarva-darùana-saṃgraha, Chapter I, translated by Prof. Cowell in the version published in 1882.
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a. protect us from the possible tyranny of an all powerful Creator?
The answer to question “b” can preclude question “a”. Therefore I will focus on question”b”.
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b. absolve the Creator from being a negligent parent?
Excellent question!!!
Across the span of twenty-years have I endeavored to answer that very question. And yes, I have both answered that question and questioned my answer to that question. However, what I am now questioning is whether or not I can provide an answer which will satisfy your mind like my mind is now mostly satisfied.
Next, I then question whether or not I should provide my answer. After all, the satisfaction that I derive from my answer is founded upon twenty-years of intermittent examination and experience. As a result, that intellectual journey in the pursuit of a logical conclusion is a part of why my answer is satisfactory to me.
So, I must ask: Do you want my answer or would you prefer to know why that question should be answered?
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Hello stranger:)
This post evidences receipt of your latest reply.
Shortly, I will address your contentions with an alternative written explanation.
(I need some time to consider your conclusions. I don’t simply disagree for the sake of disagreement.)
Note: Call me stubborn, but don’t call me inconsiderate:)
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It is an empirical theory, meaning it is based on experimentation.
Thought experiments and hence not empirical!
You deluded yourself because of preference for a different explanation, is what I'm reading.
Your inference is derived from the imagination of your mind, is what I infer.
Again, why do you waste our time with futility?
If you disagree with my conclusions it is because you believe I am ignorant of the subject. If I examine the evidence you submit, written evidence that is, you assert that I am deluded if I submit a conclusion which contradicts yours. Either way, you are failing to debate the subject and are shifting your argument back and forth betwixt what you call ignorance and/or delusion on my part. This is not how a rational adult conducts logical debate. It is how a religious zealot protects his faith from scrutiny.
(I too can argue ad hominem.)
You missed the point. Evolution causes divergence in populations.
You don’t understand the subject term of your assertion.
Evolution is an abstract term. It is not the cause or effect of that which it describes.
Asserting that evolution causes divergence in populations is analogous to asserting that democracy causes the divergence of government.
Dogs are diverged from wolves, and specifically certain breeds of dogs cannot naturally interbreed with wolves, or other types of dogs due to physical barriers (size difference).
This is not a contradiction of my assertions.
Evolution works because a mutation is selected for, or a specific allele, and this shapes the population.
Mutation shapes the population of what species? You are not providing any evidence that mutations cause genetic incompatibility within a species.
In the case of dogs and wolves, dogs have totally different fur, skeletal proportions, breeding cycles, and behaviour.
So, are you asserting that dogs and wolves can’t interbreed either naturally or artificially because they are not genetically compatible?
If we had no idea where dogs came from we'd assume that each breed was a different species and apart from wolves, due to morphology.
Agreed! Your camp would assume morphology as an alternative theory to protect the theory of Evolution. After all, the theory of evolution is absolutely irrefutable.
Try researching canid evolution for wolf evolution.
In a vain effort to direct me to accept, as truth, your evolutionary claims, you are directing me to research evolution for wolf evolution, all of which evidenced by a timeline chart which is nothing more than another theory formulated to conform to the theory of evolution.
Perhaps I should direct you to research the bible of god for the existence of god.
Evolution accounts for diversification, changes in allele frequencies in a population, and speciation. You are mistaken.
Okay, then I suppose that you also think that the theory of evolution does not account for the origin of species; if I am mistaken as you claim.
Whatever you call yourself, you are incorrect on many fronts.
Don’t feel too lowly of yourself because I understand your opinions are rarely correct on any front. Otherwise you would not continue to demonstrate sophomoric inferential skills of deductive and inductive reasoning.
As I said before, denying evolution is like defending a flat Earth. There's just no way that the genetic, molecular, fossil, anatomical, and experimental evidence is all a coincidence supporting the same thing.
Agreed, the absence of evidence for the origin of species!
That's because you don't know much about the subject.
The very beginning of life dealt with primitive protocells and horizontal gene transfer.
Great, an un-testable hypothesis in support of a theory!
There was no breeding to speak of and you could say that we had a soup of mutts. Everything descending from that transitioned to a less hard-to-trace inheritance, and we got to your basic eukaryotic life which at this point had more emphasis on diversification in the way we know now. In other words, live diversifies like branches on a tree, and eventually the branches cannot interbreed due to more and more accumulated genetic differences producing sterile offspring. That's how it works.
While I am chuckling, I must ask the question:
How many theories or hypotheses are necessary to validate a theory of religious proportions such as Evolutionary theory?
Go ahead and include geological, cosmological, and metaphysical theories in your final answer.
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The illegal Mexican immigrants who have sought and found refuge in the U.S are not fleeing the debauchery that plagues Mexico. They are spreading the debauchery into the U.S. Consequently, they are debauching, following invasion, the U.S. to make it just like the land they left.
Do they not fly the Mexican flag in the U.S.? Yes, just like the fly it in Mexico, in the front of a vermin infested residence wherein twenty people split the cost of rent of a two room and bath shack which is owned by some moronic liberal seeking to prevent a foreclosure from his favored WallStreet Bank! (There are some conservatives who are equally guilty of the same. Maybe they are closet liberals who are too afraid of being hostile toward foreign invaders. All for the sake of exploiting a gaggle of illegal, Mexican immigrants to protect their social status and a cherished ‘Credit score’!)
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What you mean to say is that you know of no empirical evidence for evolution.
No! Evolution is not a sensory experience. It is, however, a theory that is derived from an application of reason.
Of course, if you research it, you'd find that over the last ten thousand years humanity has evolved wolves into dogs, feral cats into kittens, chickens from wild fowl, pigeons, cattle, all manner of animals, and we've taken simple grasses and turned them into corn, rye, wheat, and so on.
Unfortunately, I wasted my time examining a large body of supposed evidence for evolution. Consequently I am aware of the root problem with the theory as well as the fallacious abstractions of the proponents of the theory.
Let’s tackle your examples of the evidence for evolution beginning with wolves and dogs.
Dogs are a variety of wolves; as such, they can interbreed.
Where is the evidence that they, wolves, have slowly and incrementally evolved from some other species which is not genetically compatible for interbreeding?
Should we therefore imagine that the evidence has not been discovered though it must exist?
Btw, the theory of evolution was formulated to explain the origin of species and not the variants of a biological family.
(Consider this a precursor of the logical hurdles you must overcome in order to logically persuade me that the theory of evolution explains, with evidence, the origin of species.)
Reminder: I am not a creationist or an evolutionist. I am however one who is convinced that both camps rely solely upon fallacious arguments to advance their views. None of which means you do as well. It merely means that you must appeal to sound reason in order to validate a conclusion I can accept on the grounds of truth and reason.
Think of it this way, I think that all life originates from one life source. But nobody has yet to explain, with empirical evidence, the how and why of all other forms of life which are not genetically capable of interbreeding with the original source.
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Again, it doesn't matter whether my statement comes off as opinion it is still a fact.
Yes, your statement is a fact. But it just doesn’t have any logical connection with reasonable discourse. Specifically:
…trying to refute evolution is like trying to defend a flat Earth.”
The Earth is a tangible object. The theory of evolution is an assertion. One does not analyze the theory of evolution like the Earth is analyzed. Blah, blah blah!
Your analogy would be less illogical if you were to assert:
…trying to refute evolution is like trying to refute a spherical Earth.”
Yet it too is an illogical comparison, despite the modification.
Now for a logical comparison the following suffices:
…trying to refute evolution is like trying to refute the Big Bang.”
I know you believe that the theory of evolution is irrefutable.Therefore why do you waste our time with futility? It is not as though you question your belief. And nor is it as though my belief is known. However you can know this of me: Most Evolutionists and Creationists are prejudicially faithful to their ignorance.
I'm not disputing evolution, like a spherical earth I am saying that it is beyond doubt because so much supports it. Try going to the produce section of a grocery store. That is evolution, with all the cultivars made from totally different native species.
Evolution is not an empirical observation. Furthermore, cultivars denote artificial and not natural selection; unless of course you subscribe to the theory that all species originate from artificial selection.
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It doesn't matter how you want to frame what he asked you, trying to refute evolution is like trying to defend a flat Earth. You can't "win" at it because you've chosen the wrong position.
It is purely your opinion that that analogy is valid. None of which is an argument that validates your position or invalidates my position.
Getting back to our Earth example, we've been in space, seen the Earth from afar, sent probes to other worlds, the issue is settled and it is assumed that the evidence speaks well enough for itself that we don't need to explain how seeing Earth from afar validates its spherical nature.
By disputing evolution you're in the same position but simply aren't aware of it yet.
My previous statement still stands.
Are you thinking that evolution is a subject of observation? If so, what are its attributes outside its written definition?
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Is this an invite to refute the inferences of which you already believe are irrefutable?
If so, then there is no point in wasting my time attempting to overcome your belief of the irrefutability of evolutionary theory.
You have assumed an absolute and therefore are not subject to considering contradictory propositions.
Essentially, you believe the debate is over. I on the other hand assert that the debate is now rationally impossible because of the absolute nature of your camp’s opinion.
Furthermore, what you are asking me to refute is thus:
The proponents of evolutionary theory believe the theory is irrefutable.
Ergo, that is why you continue to claim that such and such is evidence of evolution without arguing why such and such is evidence of evolution.
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In this case I'm talking about beliefs that are held before one hears about evolution, specifically which can affect how a person responds to it.
Then they are, simply, convictions. There is no need to modify the term ‘conviction’ to express your thought.
‘Conviction with prejudice’ is a better term.
It's really not that complicated.
No kidding! But it is a fine piece of sophistry.
Let me now apply your description according to its logical contrary, post-conviction: beliefs that are held after one hears about evolution, specifically which affect how a person responds to it.
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Discussion in 'Off-Topic & Chit Chat' started by bipa, Jan 24, 2008.
1. bipa New Member
Came across this cute web site from McDonalds Germany. They have an ad campaign going on with a Bavarian theme, and now you get to dress up your puppy (or yourself) in lederhosen. :doglaugh:
It is actually quite similar to how we "elfed" our dogs around Christmas time.
Here's Little Joe
here's Bonnie!
oh, to create your own, click on the sign that the groundhog is holding on the lower right. Let me know if you have trouble following the German instructions and I'll provide a more detailed "how to". It really is almost the same procedure as getting elfed.
2. Jean Cote Administrator
LOL. That was an advanture for me to get Onyx in there. I managed to randomly click everywhere and got her picture in and got her to dance. But there is no way I could fill out a form at the end. :)
3. bipa New Member
ah... ok then. I guess my German is better than I thought :dogohmy:
ok then here's a step by step how-to
1. have a photo ready on your PC, not larger than 1MB
2. click on the sign that says "selber platteln" that the groundhog is holding on lower right
3. click on "mein bild einfügen" (load my photo)
4. the usual disclaimers, click "Akzeptieren" (I accept) and a window will pop up where you can choose your photo from your hd and upload it
5a. "drehen" = tilt and "zoomen" = zoom
so tilt and zoom and play around until you have the face where you want it
5b. "Neues bild" = new photo, or I don't like this one and want to u/l another pic
"Passt" = ok, let's go forwards with this one
6. time to choose which dances you want
"Tanz-moves selbst wahlen" = choose your own dance sequences, custom dance
or click on "Huttengaudi mix" for a pre-made dance mix
"bild andern" means change the photo
7. if custom, then drag and drop frames onto the lowest row as you like
if pre-made, then you'll be asked to put a name for your "dance" on the sign on the left
"nochmal" - again, show it again, repeat
"passt ned" - nope, doesn't work, go back and let me choose another dance routine
"passt" - yep, I like this one
8. Now fill out the form to send the url via email to yourself or others.
herr = mr.
frau = mrs. or ms.
Dein Name = your name (will show up on final dance web page)
vorname = first name
nachname = surname, family name, last name
Deine Email Addresse = your email address
Dein Plattler geht an = your dance goes to, is being sent to <first name> <last name>
choose "per email" or via email, since mms means sending to a cell phone
check both squares at the bottom. The first means you'll get a copy of the email sent to you which will have the link. The second is another "yeah I accept your terms and conditions"
finally, "jetzt versenden" means send now
zuruck = go back
Simple, eh? :dogblink:
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Modem Definition
Modem Definition: The term Modem Definition is an acronym for modulator-demodulator. The primary modem function is to convert digital data into an analog form which is suitable for transmission on common carrier circuits (example telephone lines). Modulation is the D/A conversion in which the digital data is placed on the transmission line by modulation of […]
Pulse Wave Code Format
Pulse Wave Code Format: There are many different code formats of pulse wave. The classification is based on three criteria, namely, form of information transmission, relation to zero level, and direction. Based on the form of information transmission, the format used can be any one of the following Full binary transmission, where both 0 and […]
Delta Modulation
Delta Modulation(DM): Delta modulation(DM) is process of modulation in which train of fixed width pulses is transmitted. Their polarity indicates whether the demodulator output should rise or fall at each pulse. The input is caused to rise or fall by a fixed step height at each pulse. Figure 18.20 shows the block diagram of a […]
Pulse Code Modulation
Pulse Code Modulation(PCM): Pulse Code Modulation(PCM) is different from the other forms of pulse modulation studied so far, PCM also uses sampling techniques, but it differs from the others in that it is a digital process. Instead of sending a pulse train capable of continuously varying one of the parameters, the PCM generator produces a […]
Pulse Position Modulation
Pulse Position Modulation(PPM): In this Pulse Position Modulation system, the amplitude and width of pulses is kept constant, while the position of each pulse, in relation to the position of a recurrent reference pulse, is varied by each instantaneous sampled value of the modulating wave. PPM may be obtained very simply from PWM, as shown […]
Pulse Width Modulation
Pulse Width Modulation(PWM): Pulse width modulation of PTM is also often called Pulse Duration Modulation (PDM). In this system, shown in Fig. 18.8, we have a fixed amplitude and starting time of each pulse, but the width of each pulse is made proportional to the amplitude of the signal at that instant. In Fig. 18.8, […]
Pulse Time Modulation
Pulse Time Modulation(PTM): In Pulse Time Modulation the signal is sampled in the same way as in PAM, but the pulses indicating instantaneous sample amplitudes have a constant amplitude themselves. However, one of their timing characteristics is varied, being directly proportional to the sampled signal amplitude at that instant. The variable characteristics may be width, […]
Pulse Amplitude Modulation
Pulse Amplitude Modulation(PAM): Pulse Amplitude Modulation(PAM) is the simplest form of Pulse Modulation. It is shown in Fig. 18.7. PAM is a pulse modulation system in which the signal is sampled at regular intervals, with each sample proportional to the amplitude of the signal at the instant of sampling. The pulses are then sent either […]
Pulse Modulation
Pulse Modulation: Pulse modulation may be used to transmit analog information, such as continuous speech or data. It is a system in which continuous waveforms are sampled at regular intervals. Information regarding the signal is transmitted only at the sampling times, together with any synchronising pulses that may be required. At the receiving end, the […]
Time Division Multiplexing
Time Division Multiplexing(TDM): Time Division Multiplexing – Any pulse modulation scheme involves translating the audio, or modulating signal into a series of encoded pulses, sending these pulses over a transmission medium and reverting the pulses back to an analog signal. Regardless of the encoding used, a PAM signal is always obtained initially. The audio signal […]
Digital Communication System
Digital Communication System: Digital Communication System has several distinct advantages over analog transmission systems, but there are definite disadvantages to it as well. Because of the heavy investment in analog facilities, it will be many years before digital becomes the major technique in communication system. In fact, if it were not for the many analog […]
Data Transmission System
Data Transmission System: A typical data transmission system contains the information source from which data has to be transmitted through a suitable medium to the destination, termed the information sink. The information source can be a computer terminal, a digitized transducer output, or any other device generating a stream of bits at the rate of […]
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Wersja: 2 Przejdź do najnowszej
In accordance with the assumptions of the project the materials prepared for the e-resource are aimed at the presentation of situations typical to the profession in the context of the language in the field. The scope of professional tasks performed by a modern inland navigation technician includes: 1. planning and conducting works related to safe navigation; 2. operating machinery and devices on a vessel. The scopes of professional tasks are in accordance with what a student learns in a school preparing for work in particular professions. Knowledge of a foreign language is becoming increasingly significant to Polish employers, who are entering the foreign markets on an increasing scale. The employees themselves are also interested in the improvement of language competences; they can be employed in the countries of the European Union at any time, which is enabled by the opening of labour markets. To meet these expectations, we provide the e-Resources to the teachers and students of the Polish vocational schools for learning professional foreign language in the following professions: inland navigation technician 315216. The prepared materials include videos, animations, audio sequences that introduce the material, educational games and resources verifying the level of assimilation of the material (mainly exercises). We would like to encourage everyone to use them!*
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March 5th : Save the date!
from 30.00
Join doula Wendy Harding and I in an informative (AND fun!) afternoon talking yoga & birth. In the first part we take you through the physiology of birth (with props!) . What is the purpose of your pain !? Is it possible to fall in love with your uterus? In the second part of the class we take you through the stages of labor and demonstrating yoga postures, breathing technique and mindfulness technique to optimize your labor experience.
When : Sunday MARCH 5th, 2017
Where: Dartmouth Yoga Centre
Cost: 30$ Single and 40$ for couple
Easily register here:
* we strongly recommend you come with whoever will be there at the birth
Yours in parenthood, E.xo
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This is the latest album by the grindcore sensation The Kill. The new album is easily the band's best material - aggressive but focused this time around. This is the culmination of the genre's expression; 'Kill Them...All' is the one of 2015's highlights. Not trying to shreddin' on 45rpm. DESTRUCTIVE MUSICAL VIOLENCE!!!
Limited to 1000 copies:
850x Standard edition (425 black + 425 red)
150x “Die Hard” edition (Splatter wax w/ different artwork)
Standard edition cover is made by French artist Pierre/ Braindead.
EU edition is released in colaboration between EveryDayHate, Obscene Prod, Fatass Records, Selfmadegod and Dead Heroes.
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Kate Sommers
Yesterday afternoon I made a quick stop by Target to pick up a few things for a holiday get-together I was attending -- a 10 minute shopping trip at most. It was after work, I hadn't been home yet to see my kids, the skies were dark.
Many lanes were open, lines were short and people were, as usual, anxious to get through check-out to carry on with their own family, to their job, to make dinner.
"Hey" said my cashier as he briefly glanced up from the six items I was purchasing.
"Hi, how's it going today?" I asked.
"Good thanks..." He stopped what he was doing and looked up at me. "You know, thanks for asking."
The line behind me quickly grew three carts deep, filled with diapers, a Christmas gift or two, the ingredients for cookies. I could feel the heat of irritated eyes blaring through my head. People were waiting, wrangling their kids, hungry for dinner. They had somewhere to go, someplace to be.
"Well," I responded "we're all people aren't we?"
"Yeah I guess we are. I think we forget that sometimes."
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Friday, October 11, 2013
Break-ups in YA
Are you bored yet of my ramblings on romance in teen literature? I hope not, because I still have more to say. This time, I'm applauding authors for including break-ups into their storylines. This has mostly happened within a series mid-way through. I kind of like that. Shakes things up and is a surprise to the reader, especially if readers become overly emotionally attached to these two people as a couple and are rooting for them.
Other readers, I've seen, have had complaints about the believeability of a character liking more than one person in a story or questioning the fact that mulitple people are all vying for the affections of one person. I can definitely see how this causes eyerolls, especially when becomes something that we witness a lot in YA literature. Personally, I've never been that annoyed with those sort of things. Because I can think of very few instances during my teen years in which I *didn't* fancy more than one person at a time... I, like most teenagers I'm sure, was a raging ball of hormones and the array of love triangles and crushing on multiple boys was very common for me. In fact, I STILL have lingering feelings for one particular boy I went to high school. But moving on...
Here are a few of my favourite break-ups that I've come across recently during my travels in YA fiction. Please look away now if you don't want to see spoilers.
Nash and Kaylee in the Soul Screamers series by Rachel Vincent
When Nash and Kaylee broke up I felt like the planet had shifted slightly on its axis. I read reviews afterwards and people were all 'I never believed in Nash and Kaylee's relationship to begin with' and I was surprised and taken aback. I believed in it! Sure, Kaylee always felt slightly insecure with where she stood with him, but I didn't think they'd break up. I thought they'd talk about it, I thought they'd reassure each other. And the reasons behind their break-up broke my heart. There was ugly crying going on when we learnt of Nash's addiction and the price that he paid for his addiction. Excuse me while I go weep into my pillow.
P.S. The same thing happened when Willow and Oz broke up - I thought I would never recover and then Tara came along and everything felt like it'd happened for a reason because OMG Willow and Tara are so beautiful and perfect together. Just like my feelings for Kaylee and Tod.
Carter and Allie in the Night School series by CJ Daugherty
This series is ongoing and has a huge Carter fanbase so I'm risking the wrath of fangirls worldwide by including Allie and Carter on this list. Don't hate on me! I actually really love the way in which Carter and Allie's relationship has progressed. There was that great build-up and chemistry between them in the first book. And then the people who they are kind of get in the way of their relationships. Insecurity and anxiousness led to this relationship not being quite as great as they both expected it to be. There was suffocation and unhappiness going on here and that does not make for a successful romantic relationship. I loved seeing the hurt feelings and jealousies that have happened as the series goes on both Allie and Carter have taken steps to forgive each other and move on. Mumblings from the author on Twitter suggest that this Allie and Carter story arc might not be quite finished as yet though... Ooer.
Tucker and Clara in the Unearthly series by Cynthia Hand
I'm in awe of Cynthia Hand her amazing YA trilogy. The Unearthly series is about *angels* you guys. I strongly dislike reading about angel creatures. And yet when Cynthia Hand does it, it makes me excited. Mostly because I've loved the way in which she has portrayed romantic feelings in the first two books. In Unearthly Clara forms this huuuuge crush on Christian but after spending time with Tucker, she begins to appreciate an actual relationship based on two people getting to know each other and spending time together and can see how unrealistic her crush on Christian is. For that alone I'd adore this series. But then she goes on in the sequel to show how even though Clara and Tucker care a great deal about each other, things just don't always work out. I applaud you, Cynthia Hand!
By the way, I've included a photo of the US covers of this series because *sobs* the third book in the series was not picked up to be published here in the UK and as such, I have not yet read it.
Do you have any favourite break-ups in young adult literature? I'd love to hear about them!
1. I've only read the first in the Soul Screamers series and didn't like Nash and Kaylee's relationship much, not really sure why, I'm sorry to say! But I don't like it when characters like more than one person (as unrealistic as that is) but more importantly when they're unfaithful. Must be the romantic in me that hates stuff like that!
1. I'm with you, I'm not fond of cheating in any story format!
2. Man, I don't remember the last time I read a break-up... I totally agree with Anya about the cheating though; that'd put me off the characters and sometimes severe any connection I had with them.
Teenagers break up all the time and it's so rare for a first love to be your last so I really, really want to see more of them in YA, like the ones above. I'm actually really surprised that all of your exampls are paranormal books as they are generally the ones criticised for the romance the cliches...
1. Well, Night School isn't actually paranormal at all. But I see where you're going with that...
After I posted this, I remembered that I really liked the relationships in The Moon and More by Sarah Dessen as well.
3. I really hate break-ups in YA! Especially when I really love the two characters when they are together! Honestly, I didn't really like My Soul to Take so I'm not really bothered by them, but I'm going to being reading Unearthly soon and AHHHHHH! I had to skip that bit but now I'm scared about what's going to happen!
Rita xx
1. Oh, where as I LOVE them, Rita. I definitely want to see a move towards portraying more realistic relationships in YA. I despise those couples who stay together forever because they're soul mates/their love is too strong to break etc. They bore me. Give me break-ups anyday.
4. I'm trying to think of any breakups in YA that I've read. I mean, aside from faux breakups, like when Edward left Bella "for her own good"... :P
Really, the only ones I can think of are where one character dies. Does that even count?
1. I don't think that counts, no :) Because they aren't breaking up by choice!
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Intel HD Graphics Drivers v10.18.10.3652 with OpenGL 4.3 Support
GLSL Hacker - Intel v3652 driver with OpenGL 4.3
Intel has released a new graphics driver for Windows 7 and Windows 8 that brings OpenGL 4.3 support. You can download this driver from THIS PAGE. More information can be found HERE.
GPU Caps Viewer - Intel v3652 driver with OpenGL 4.3
v3652 is an OpenGL 4.3 driver (GL_VERSION = 4.3.0 – Build 203 OpenGL extensions (GL=184 and WGL=19) for a HD Graphics 4600 GPU under Windows 8 64-bit. Compared to last v3621, 12 extensions have been added:
• GL_ARB_texture_view (OpenGL 4.3)
• GL_ARB_fragment_layer_viewport (OpenGL 4.3)
• GL_AMD_vertex_shader_layer
• GL_AMD_vertex_shader_viewport_index
• GL_ARB_texture_query_levels (OpenGL 4.3)
• GL_ARB_invalidate_subdata (OpenGL 4.3)
• GL_ARB_clear_buffer_object (OpenGL 4.3)
• GL_ARB_ES3_compatibility (OpenGL 4.3)
• GL_ARB_robust_buffer_access_behavior (OpenGL 4.3)
• GL_ARB_copy_image (OpenGL 4.3)
• GL_ARB_texture_stencil8 (OpenGL 4.4)
• GL_ARB_explicit_uniform_location (OpenGL 4.3)
Intel has started the road to OpenGL 4.4 with GL_ARB_texture_stencil8. Good.
The complete list of all OpenGL extensions can be found in THIS ENTRY of the GPU database.
I tested a demo of GLSL Hacker demopack that mixes several OpenGL 4.3 features: compute shaders and shader storage buffers. This demo can be found in the host_api/gl-430-arb-compute-shader_Particles_SSBO/ folder of the demopack.
It works fine with the HD 4600 GPU:
GLSL HackerP - Intel v3652 driver with OpenGL 4.3 - Compute shaders + SSBO
OpenGL 4.3 Compute shaders + SSBO test
9 thoughts on “Intel HD Graphics Drivers v10.18.10.3652 with OpenGL 4.3 Support”
1. NikosD
Yes, indeed, both versions of compute-shader_Particles_SSBO are rendering OK, BUT compute-shader_Image_PostFX is not.
2. sirdaniel
Or maybe its GPU implementation, since intel developer says on forum: “.. some 2.0 features (for example SVM) require hardware support available only in future platforms.
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Online Glom
OnlineGlom is an experimental UI for libglom which is in the initial stages of development.
Source Code
The source code for gwt-glom (the GWT UI) is here: .
It uses java-libglom (Java bindings to libglom), found here:
Building and Running
For Ubuntu Oneiric, all the necessary dependencies are packaged int the Openismus PPA. You just need to install these packages:
• libjava-libglom-java (this is a package of java-libglom.)
• maven2 (this provides the mvn build tool.)
You must then make the packages java-libglom available to maven's mvn command, like so:
mvn install:install-file -Dfile=/usr/share/maven-repo/org/glom/libglom/java-libglom/1.19.2/java-libglom-1.19.2.jar -DpomFile=/usr/share/maven-repo/org/glom/libglom/java-libglom/1.19.2/java-libglom-1.19.2.pom
(We are trying to avoid this last step by adding java-libglom to the central maven repository.)
For now, if you are using a different distro, or if you need to work with the latest code, you can build java-libglom from source.
Building gwt-glom
If you are using jhbuild, remember to enter the jhbuild environment if you are not still in it, like so:
jhbuild shell
Getting gwt-glom
git clone git://
And change into the directory that you just cloned:
cd gwt-glom
Configuring gwt-glom
gedit src/main/resources/
glom.document.username = someuser
glom.document.password = ChangeMe
Running gwt-glom
Once you have things configured, run this command to compile and run OnlineGlom in your jhbuild environment:
mvn gwt:run
Using Eclipse
When you have everything working, you can import gwt-glom as an existing project into your Eclipse environment. If you used jhbuild to build gwt-glom and java-libglom then you will need to run Eclipse in your jhbuild environment so the java-libglom native library will be picked up by the Eclipse launchers. This command should work:
jhbuild run path/to/eclipse/eclipse
If you need to change anything in the java-libglom module, you will need to ensure that the new native library is installed and you will need to update the jar file in your local maven repository. Your work flow would go something like this:
• Edit the Swig interface file or files to wrap a new class.
• Run this command to build and install java-libglom:
jhbuild buildone java-libglom
Happy hacking!
See also Deployment.
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Does yahoo also have a publisher network like google adsense? i tried but could not find?
Answer :Yahoo has closed down yahoo publisher network and all the operations are being handled by chitika now. they are now only offering advertising in yahoo search and on other websites related to yahoo. They have closed offering advertising accounts to general webmasters like adsense.
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Thursday, June 23, 2011
Idioms - Add Fuel to the Fire, All Ears & Apple of your Eye Meaning in English
Add Fuel to the Fire
“I was already angry with you, and when you forgot to pick me up, that really added fuel to the fire”.
Meaning: to make a bad situation worse; to do or say something that causes more trouble, makes someone angrier.
Origin: Thousands of years ago the famous Roman historian Livy used this expression. If you pour water on a fire, it goes out. But if you put fuel (like coal or wood) on a fire, you make it burn hotter and brighter. If “fire” represents any kind of trouble, then anything you do to make that trouble worse is “fuel”. A similar expression is “fan the flames”.
All Ears
“You said you had something important to tell me. I’m all ears!”
Meaning: eager to listen; sharply attentive; curious
Origin: The ear is the organ by which a person hears. So, if we figuratively say that you’re “all ears,” it means that at that moment you’re keenly listening to whatever is being said. It’s as if no other part of your body mattered except your ears. This idiom is about three
centuries old.
Apple of your Eye
“Kareem is the apple of my eye”.
Meaning: a person/thing that is greatly loved/treasured/ adored.
Origin: This saying is used in the Bible. Ancient people thought that the pupil of the eye was solid and shaped like an apple. The pupil (“apple of the eye”) was precious because without it, you couldn’t see.
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BV is the most common vaginal infection in childbearing women in the United States. It affects one of every five women of childbearing age. Women should get tested for the vaginal infection at some point during pregnancy. Your doctor will take several vaginal swabs for tests and examine one under a microscope. A normal vaginal swab contains clear, well-defined cells from the vaginal lining and the abundant large rod cells of Lacidophilus. In bacterial vaginosis, the cells have irregular borders and a dotted appearance. The pH level of your vagina may also be measured to detect bacterial vaginosis.
Women with BV may have an abnormal vaginal discharge with an unpleasant odor. It can easily recognized by a fish vaginal discharge. The odor results from the presence of amines, a byproduct of the anaerobic bacteria, and worsens with higher pH, such as after sexual intercourse. Some women with BV also reports no signs or symptoms at all.
Bacterial vaginosis is not considered as an STI sexually transmitted infection.
Antibiotic treatment plan for BV include metronidazole given orally or intravaginally for 7 days or clindamycin cream is used intravaginally at bedtime for 7 days. The drug of choice for non pregnant women would have to be metronidazole through the oral route. The pregnant women on the other hand should not be given metronidazole orally. Instead, they are given topical vaginal cream late in pregnancy. The most common mistake that people have is that they stop taking the medications when the signs and symptoms have subsided. This is a very terrible practice and should not be done by anyone on antibiotic therapy.
These days natural treatment for bacterial vaginosis are also very high in demand. Natural cures don’t have any side effects and they treat bacterial vaginosis permanently. BV reoccurs 65 percent of times when treated by antibiotics. It is because these antibiotics disturbs the natural proportion of bacteria present in vagina.
Following are the some tips for Bacterial Vaginosis Sufferers
• Use cotton panties instead of synthetic panties.
• Decrease the consumption of food that is rich in Yeast like bread, mushroom etc.
• Stop douching and excess washing of vagina. It disturbs the ph balance.
BV should be cured as soon as possible. Pregnant women should take extra care. Women who have experienced BV whilst pregnant, more often give birth to babies of lower birth weight or prematurely. There can be complications. BV also increases the susceptibilities to STD.
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23–24 September 17, 12–4 pm
Participation fee: 15 €, reduced 10 € (Ticket)
Please note: You can take the East and West workshop whether you participated in the earlier workshop or not.
Mapping Dimension 27
Two-day Workshop, in English
<p>Portrait CAConrad, Photo: Beatrice Gibson</p>
Portrait CAConrad, Photo: Beatrice Gibson
CAConrad will create a (Soma)tic Poetry Ritual at KW Institute for Contemporary Art based on the work of Ian Wilson. For the two-day workshop he will use handmade maps and a reconfigured version of Jason Dodge’s sculpture A golden lightning rod pointing north to study the many aspects of our planet’s directional points of East and West. He will use these references to explore life and death, as the known and the unknown forces of our world and how these directional archetypes help and hinder our lives. This is a love letter to the Future Wilderness of our world.
In March of 2017 he conducted the North and South workshop at KW, exploring the power structures of manmade maps in relation to societal treatment of the northern and southern hemispheres of our bodies.
CAConrad is the author of nine books of poetry and essays; the latest While Standing in Line for Death (Wave Books, 2017), which includes the poems from Width of a Witch, and Mount Monadnock Transmissions (Sharking of the Birdcage) both published by Jason Dodge’s poetry press 500places. He has received fellowships from The Pew Foundation, Lannan Foundation, MadDowell Colony, Headlands Center fro the Arts, and Banff Centre for Arts and Creativity.
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Forest School Governors Volcanoes Earthquakes
Volcanoes are caused by pressure and temperature inside the earth. Volcanoes are mountains that contain molten rock. Molten rock is called magma.
The magma chamber is at the bottom of the volcano. When magma is out of the volcano, it is called lava. When lava gets cold it turns into rock.
Mount Versuvious, in Italy, is a famous volcano. It erupted in AD 79 and completely covered the city of Pompeii.
The earth has several volcanoes. One of the Hawaii Islands is actually a large shield volcano.
There are 3 types of volcano
Composite – They have steep sides formed from layers of ash and lava.
Shield - These volcanoes have gently sloping sides formed from layers of lava
Cinder Cone - These have steep sides coming off a circular vent. This forms what looks like a cone.
A scale called the Moment Magnitude Scale is used to measure the strength of an earthquake.
This is what may happen depending on the scale.
4.0 - Could shake your house as if a large truck were passing close by.
6.0 - Things will fall off of shelves. Walls in some houses may crack and windows break.
7.0 - Weaker buildings will collapse and cracks will occur in bridges and on the street.
8.0 - Many buildings and bridges fall down. Large cracks in the earth.
9.0 and up - Whole cities flattened and large-scale damage.
Scientists think that animals may sense weak tremors before a quake.
Earthquakes happen when two large pieces of the Earth's crust suddenly slip. The shock waves shake the surface of the earth.
The largest earthquake was in Chile in 1960. It measured 9.6 on the scale.
Earthquakes can cause huge waves in the ocean called tsunamis.
Earthquakes can happen in any weather.
Alaska has the most chance of earthquakes in the world.
In Ancient Greece, people believed that Poseidon, god of the sea, caused earthquakes.
Scientists think that animals may sense weak tremors before a quake.
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How To Stop “Prematurity” In Its Tracks!
If you want to know how to increase your endurance during sex urgently, there are some techniques you can use today to slow down arousal and ejaculation.
How to Last Longer In Bed Tonight!
These techniques aren’t a permanent cure, but they can make sex a heck of a lot better – for both you and your partner – immediately!
They are “emergency tactics”…. and here are the four best of them.
Masturbate Before You Have Sex
Masturbate before sex to last longer in bed
Have more stamina, and keep it up for longer, in bed by masturbating before sex.
Sure, it’s an old trick. But it helps – a lot. Start by self-pleasuring to orgasm, say an hour before you make love. If that doesn’t slow you down enough in the sack, then see if masturbating two hours before AND one hour before sex helps.
Use lube, though, so you don’t make your penis sore. And don’t be fooled if you think this might take your sex drive away! Just get close to your woman in bed, and you’ll soon be standing right back up again. Get what I mean?
Sure, you might just have to make a bit of an effort to get revved up again.
But, when you think about it, isn’t that just what you want when you’re trying to discover how to last longer in bed and increase your stamina for lovemaking?
Take Sex Slowly
Don’t rush: it’s not a race to the finishing post!
In fact, the slower you take it, the more everybody will enjoy it, including you, and the better you’ll feel about yourself.
Take sex slowly and you'll last longer
Take sex slowly to increase stamina
Forget the idea that somehow you’re trying to give a woman an orgasm during sex, because very few women can reach orgasm through sexual intercourse.
Take your time over foreplay, and make sure that she comes through oral sex or masturbation long before you even think about getting into her.
This way, even if you come too quick, this may seem less important than the pleasure of being in bed and enjoying all the sex play you can with your partner.
You see, the thing is, a woman who’s had an orgasm is much more receptive to you entering her, and she’s likely to enjoy having you inside her even if it’s for a short period of time.
She’s not going to end up grumpy because she hasn’t had an orgasm, and she may not mind if you don’t know how to increase your stamina and staying power and make love for longer. And what you’ll find is that once the pressure is off you, you can enjoy sex more.
To stop coming too soon, you need to slow down every aspect of your approach to sex. Lengthen foreplay and take longer to get to orgasm by slowing down down penetration, thrusting, and climax.
Just chill, man, take it slowly and every time you find yourself speeding up, take a deep breath and let it out slowly and calm down!
Clench Your PC Muscles!
But don’t leave it too late, because you can’t stop yourself ejaculating once you’re at, or near, the point of no return. That’s the point during sex when you know you’ll ejaculate and nothing will delay you coming, not even your entire family walking into the bedroom.
To ensure lovemaking goes on for longer, and to prevent premature ejaculation coming upon you unexpectedly, you need to clench your PC muscle every time you feel your level of sexual arousal is increasing too quickly or going too high.
And, if you don’t know what your PC muscle is, it’s the one you use to interrupt the flow of urine when you’re taking a pee.
All you have to do is contract it for 10 seconds as you puff out your breath in a series of short, sharp exhalations.
You’ll find that simple maneuver dramatically reduces your level of sexual arousal and that you can last a lot longer during sex.
It isn’t a permanent cure, but it certainly helps.
And, by the way, you might want to explain to your partner this is a way to help you increase stamina in bed during sex, not some kind of breathing yoga, just so she doesn’t think you’ve gone mad.
Talk about premature ejaculation.
Talking about your rapid ejaculation may help enormously by reducing your anxiety.
Which brings me onto another thing: talk about this problem with your partner.
If you’re embarrassed to admit that you’re a quick comer, just tell her that she turns you on so much you can’t help yourself, but you’re determined to make sex better for both of you, and the more practice you get the better it will be….. or something of the sort!
Use The Right Sex Positions
When you’re discovering how to increase your endurance in bed, it’s very important to use the right sex position, which means one that ain’t gonna make you come quickly.
For example, man on top sex can be very exciting, but the muscle tension it produces in your body will speed up your orgasm.
Side by side sex can slow down ejaculation
Side by side sex can slow down or stop premature ejaculation.
Instead, use the side-by-side sex position, which puts a lot less pressure onto the head of your penis, while still giving your partner a lot of pleasure as you thrust.
Find out more about side by side sex here: lots of ways to make love.
Oh, and while we talk about thrusting, it stands to reason that the harder you thrust, or the faster you thrust, the more quickly you’ll ejaculate.
So to increase the length, duration and pleasure of sex, use shallow thrusts, entering perhaps only the first couple of inches of her vagina, interspersing with one deeper thrust every six or seven thrusts.
You might even find that she gets more excited and aroused when you do that, so you get a double bonus: you can go on for longer (more sex!), and she finds sex more exciting! Now, what could be better than that?
Don’t Forget …
A lot of men who come too quickly believe their lack of staying power is caused by oversensitivity of the penis.
There is, however, absolutely no evidence from scientific research to suggest that premature ejaculation is anything other than a learned response to sexual stimulation.
How about popping a pill to overcome the urge to pop your cork too soon? Some men do take antidepressants to desensitize the brain to sexual stimulation. Sadly, the side-effects are usually quite unpleasant.
Equally, using an anesthetic lotion on the penis to slow yourself down simply reduces the sensation you get. That way, sex doesn’t provide you with much pleasure.
Not only that, but a lot of men who do try anesthetic sprays and condoms with anesthetic in the lubricant stop using these products fairly quickly because they simply don’t work.
But the fact that PE has nothing to do with physical sensitivity is great news! Why?
Because it means that if you wish to know how to last longer in bed, all you have to do is train your body to do something different during lovemaking.
In other words, stopping rapid ejaculation is about responding differently to the stimulation that you get during foreplay and intercourse. Let me explain.
The normal sexual response cycle of both men and women goes through several phases: the first one of these is arousal, which means a buildup of muscular tension and sexual excitement in both body and mind; the second is a “plateau” phase in which a man or woman can remain aroused and sexually excited, but below the level of excitement who will lead them to reach orgasm; the third phase is orgasm itself; and the final phase is recovery, by which is meant return to normal.
Sexual response cycle – men
The problem for men who can’t stop themselves ejaculating too quickly is not being able to stay in the plateau phase of sexual arousal for long enough before they ejaculate.
In other words, they don’t know how to stop their arousal going up rapidly, and the are at the point of orgasm and ejaculation long before they would like to be.
Men who know how to develop longer and better levels of staying power will be able to remain below the point of ejaculatory inevitability, also known as the point of no return, for much longer.
In fact they will be able to stay there until they decide to ejaculate.
You see, “deciding” to ejaculate is usually about doing something that gives them more sexual stimulation – such as thrusting harder and deeper, kissing their partner, doing something with that they find particularly sexy, or even enjoying a very arousing fantasy.
Remember, finding ways to increase stamina and discovering how to last longer in bed is not difficult.
You just have to use some tricks and techniques to stop premature ejaculation. We’ll explore these on this site. But, in essence, men who know how to control their ejaculation effectively simply have control of how quickly they get aroused, or, more specifically, they know how to stop their arousal mounting too fast, too high.
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Implementação do esquema totalmente homomórfico sobre inteiros de chave reduzida.
Guilherme Rodrigues BilarLuan Cardoso dos SantosFabio Dacêncio Pereira
In this paper we implemented the fully homomorphic scheme with shoter key (DGHV with shorter key) proposed by Jean-Sébastian Coron, Avradip Mandal , David Naccache and Mehdi Tibouchi , which was published in the conference CRYPTO 2011, this same scheme can be compared with the Gentry's fully homomorphic scheme, being it a fully homomorphic scheme with a simpler construction, however this simplicity comes at the cost of the public key having an estimated size of O (?10), which according to Coron et al, makes it impossible to use in practical systems. The DGHV scheme over integers with shorter public key decreases the size of the generated public key to O (?7), encrypting the information of the public key in a quadratic manner, instead of encrypting them in a linear way. To do so, the python programming language was used, with the library of mathematics and number theory GMPY2.
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Guides, How to Makeup
Makeup Basics: Blush
Part eight of the Makeup Basics series. Blush: What is it? A powder, cream or liquid used to give you a healthy, rosy glow. Why might I want to use this stuff? Most everybody wants to have some healthy-looking color in their cheeks, but sometimes you just don’t, either because that’s just how your skin is or because you covered it all up with foundation. Blush lets you bring it back, but better – you can put it exactly where you want it. How do I choose the right one for ...
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Mangoverde :: World Bird Guide :: Tyrant Flycatchers :: Tawny-crowned Pygmy-Tyrant
Tawny-crowned Pygmy-Tyrant Euscarthmus meloryphus
Described by: Wied (1831)
Alternate common name(s): Tawny-crowned Pygmy Tyrant
Old scientific name(s): None known by website authors
N., w., e., and s. South America;
Three populations:
(1) N. Venezuela and ne. Colombia.
(2) Sw. Ecuador and nw. Peru.
(3) C. Brazil (Bahia (Chapada Diamantina), e. Bolivia, Paraguay and n. Argentina (Salta to Misiones and s. to Tucuman, Cordoba s. to n. Boenos Aires).
No videos are available for this species
No sounds are available for this species
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Make Facebook Cover
Your Facebook profile says a lot regarding you. It's likely your most visible on-line existence, so it deserves making it look excellent. Below's Make Facebook Cover.
Make Facebook Cover
Kept in mind the Dimension Limitations
Facebook's cover images been available in a weird dimension. They're 851 pixels wide by 315 pixels (approximately a 2.7:1 element proportion) in a desktop browser.
Any type of image you upload is instantly displayed at that size and shape. You absolutely should not publish anything smaller than that because then Facebook will expand it, making it look blurry as well as unsightly.
Facebook cover images are likewise 100KB in size. Facebook instantly minimizes photos to this dimension, but if you're interested in having the highest quality image possible, you need to do it on your own.
Assume How Your Photo Will View Desktop and also Mobile
Given that your cover is mosting likely to look various on desktop and also mobile (as well as could appear as a full sized picture in any type of element proportion when people click it), you have to think about how the image will search in various areas.
You have the ability to reposition your cover image on the desktop, however on mobile, your cover photo is immediately cropped at the top as well as bottom to fit.
You also need to think about just how your Profile Photo and the other interface components influence your cover picture. On the desktop, your account picture and also name will cover the bottom left corner. The Message, Pals, and also various other switches will cover the bottom appropriate edge. There is also a refined dark gradient, so points in the direction of the bottom that aren't blocked will certainly look a little darker.
On mobile, all the switches are below the cover photo. Your account photo, nevertheless, blocks off a chunk of the bottom facility.
All this indicates that you should preferably choose a photo where the subject is focused in the facility of the picture. If it's at the bottom, it's simply mosting likely to wind up cropped off or blocked by interface aspects.
Choose Something Meaningful
Your cover picture is public. It's one of minority things that anyone who views your Facebook web page can see. This indicates you ought to most likely select something that has a bit of significance or represents you. I tend to use pictures I took around the location I'm from. Other individuals choose quotes that indicate a lot to them, pictures of their family members, images of their leisure activities, and so on.
Try a 360º Cover Photo
There was a big trend a number of years ago where people tied their account pictures and also cover pictures together as one big picture. Sadly, considered that your profile picture shows up in various positions relying on what gadget you use (and mobile is preferred), it does not really work any more.
That doesn't mean you cannot get imaginative. Facebook now sustains 360 degree cover photos, which are certainly eye catching and different. Just take a 360º picture and upload it as your cover image. You can also utilize a scenic photo that isn't a full 360º.
The big distinction with 360º images is that while they just display as a 851px by 315px (or 640px by 340px on mobile) picture, people who see your web page have the ability to drag the image to see the rest of it.
Cover images, along with profile pictures, are the first thing people see when they visit your account. Take the time to select a good one.
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Tuesday, November 21, 2017
Twitter's blue tick rule changes may lower the sueball barrier | The Register
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Home General Health Why Doctor’s Prescription Is Required?
Why Doctor’s Prescription Is Required?
Conventional medicines are prepared by using synthetic drugs and other inactive ingredients. These synthetic drugs are nothing but the complex chemicals that are artificially prepared under a highly sterilized set-up.
blogWhy-Doctor's-Prescription-Is-RequireThere are innumerable drugs that are prepared by pharmaceutical corporations to combat and manage various diseases. These drugs are launched in market after extensive clinical trials. But before that they have to undergo scrutinization by the authorized department of the drug regulatory bodies, such as the Food and Drug Administration (FDA) and World Health Organization (WHO). These drug regulatory agencies distinguish the drugs into two categories viz. prescription and over-the-counter (OTC) drugs.
What are prescription and OTC drugs?
Prescription drugs are those drugs that are prescribed by the doctor for a specific medical condition and are available at local drug stores or online pharmacy shops exclusively after providing a proper doctor’s prescription. The pharmacist denies giving the prescription medication unless you provide him/her a legal medical prescription. On the other hand, OTC drugs are those medications that can be acquired without providing the medical prescription.
The FDA and WHO have distinguished the medications after considering their pharmacological action on various systems of the body, effectiveness and safety. Few antihistamines, antacids, painkillers, etc. are easily available as an OTC drugs, because they are safe and effective. These drugs are also listed under the essential medications that are required for basic health system.
Now, there are numerous prescription drugs that are available only after providing medical prescription, such as antidepressants, antihypertensive agents, diabetic medications, steroids, drugs that acts on brain, heart, etc. and many more. Since, there are a vast number of branded and generic medications available in the market, a doctor’s prescription is mandatory to acquire them.
Why you need a doctor’s prescription?
You require a doctor’s medical prescription to purchase medications for your own safety, let’s check out the reasons for the same –
• For proper dosage and directions
• For appropriate usage instructions
• To know the duration of treatment
• To know how to use and when to use it properly
• To assess its precautions and warnings
• For medico-legal purpose
For instance, antibiotics should be used exactly as prescribed by the doctor, because irregular use of anti-bacterial drugs can lead to antibiotic resistance. Medical prescription will help you use antibiotics for appropriate duration, so that you may not produce its resistance. Similarly, drug used for irreversible chronic diseases like diabetes, hypertension, etc. required prescription, so that you can use them aptly. If you want an OTC drug, you can easily purchase it, but it would be better if it is used after seeking a medical help, because after all it’s too a synthetic drug and haphazard use of it can lead to medical complications.
In almost every country, there is a need of doctor’s prescription to acquire medications from local drug stores or online medical shops. Unless you show them the physician’s prescription, they will not allow you to purchase the medication. For more information on OTC and prescription drugs, you can go through the guidelines postulated by the FDA and WHO. It would be a smart and safe step to use any branded or generic medicine after consulting the healthcare professional and getting his/her approval for the same.
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Nov 282008
Someone posted this comment on Steve Pavlina‘s blog a while ago:
2 Responses to “What is the Point of It All?”
1. […] point isn’t there to life? Quoted for truth. I took a different tack to this question here: What is the Point of It All? | Mind-Manual My conclusion is basically that the question arises out of a certain sort of mindset and if you […]
2. […] What is the Point of It All? | Mind-Manual That may include some pointers to the sort of disillusionment with the answers you’re finding. I do not believe religion was invented, I believe it evolved. The tricky bit is not to just make up a story, but to make a story that people will care enough about to repeat. There’s a reason why these stories were repeated. Remember, they could have been wiped out in one generation and in many cases were and left no traces. This is an interesting talk on the nature of myths and why they may be transferred: What is Evil? | Mind-Manual "There is an odd power to myths, which can hold our attention as a group over the course of many millennia. The story of Noah’s Flood is at least six thousand years old but it was told and re-told for all of that time. Maybe there is a deeper, hidden and implicit meaning to it. According to Jordan Peterson, the meaning is something like: do not allow yourself and your culture to become morally corrupt because if the structures of order that keep chaos at bay (ie culture and cities) will be washed away by chaos (water = chaos)." Battlestar Galactica = The Bible? | Mind-Manual Why is the fact that some notion of divineness is a human universal reason enough for believing there must be a divine out there? You can also check out this video: Jordan B Peterson on The question you are asking, about the nature of meaning is important. The monist-materialist ideas that prevade our societies seem to destroy meaning but it doesn’t have to be like that. Check out the above links and you may find some answers. Finally, don’t identify yourself with your beliefs, identify yourself with the thing that changes beliefs. Ok, let’s say you have a theory about hte world, and then it’s proven wrong, then you can update it. If you identify too strongly with that theory and go "this theory is a part of me" you’re less likely to cut out a part of you. Also check Pavlina’s archives and Ctrl-F for "belief" __________________ Mind-Manual New: Battlestar Galactica = The Bible? […]
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Am I Creative? No or No?
Posted on November 16, 2011, 04:30pm
Scheduled post at November 17, 2011, 9pm
Irrelevant title.
Hey! How are yah? Everyone's busy huh? :D Well that's fine. Cause you're not alone. I'm busy with school too, though regular classes doesn't started yet. My other instructors are still in Singapore, and other places that's why they're not able to meet our class.
There's a lot of thing I want to share about school. But I've decided not to tell all.
As I mentioned before, we will have an Events Class, which means we will handle an event/function in the near future, and it will be a bit different from our catering last sem. Well, it's more different actually. :P Our class, same with the others will hold an interhigh/intercollegiate competition. it will be called as "CULTOURIMPICS; The Culinary and Tourism Olympics". I don't know who cam out with this theme, but yeah, it's pretty nice. And evertone is required to submit atleast one proposed shirt design.
I guess you know me already. I will never miss this oppurtunity. :D Have I told you that my design was chosen as our department or organizational shirt? *hihi* Actually, that's not important. I just received a 50% discount on the org shirt. That's not bad. :D
Ok, so, this first two photos are my design.
Blue is my motif. That colorful circles are the logo of Olympics, with the globe in the center, which represents tourism (all over the world), with noodle strainer and turner on top and bottom. And that random colorful vector is just a design. Nothing more. :P
What can you say about that? I guess the faculty didn't liked that. They asked me to redo it just like pictured below. So now, what do you think?
Which is better? First or second?
So, I guess that's it for today. :D Take care!
1. I've a same experience like you too, the faculty didn't like my design, lol but that's okay. I still enjoy it :)
2. your design is really cute. i like the second design but not the color. keep it up sis <3
3. @comica, we have the same experince :P thats cool! :P
@sis joe, you like maroon? hehe. i like it either. but i prefer to wear the first one. hehe
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# Name Origin Meaning Gender Save
201 Botilda Norse Directing heroine. F
202 Botilda Swedish Commanding. F
203 Boudicea Anglo-Saxon A queen of the Iceni: Victory. F
204 Bradana Scottish Salmon. F
205 Branda English Variant of the beverage brandy used as a given name. F
206 Brea Irish Hill. Also variant of Brina and Breanna. F
207 Breeda Celtic Strong. F
208 Breeda Irish Protective. F
209 Breena Gaelic Fairy palace. Also variant of Brianna and Sabrina. F
210 Breena Irish Fairy palace. Also variant of Brianna and Sabrina. F
211 Bremusa Latin An Amazon. F
212 Brenda Gaelic Little raven. F
213 Brenda Irish Feminine form of Brendan: Prince, little raven, or beacon on the hill. Some scholars believe Brendan means 'stinking hair'. F
214 Brenda Norse Feminine form of the Norse masculine name Brand, meaning sword or torch. F
215 Brenda Scottish From the Norse, meaning sword or torch, this name was originally used only in the Shetland Isles of Scotland, but spread to other parts of the English-speaking world after Brenda appeared as a heroine in Sir Walter Scott's 1822 novel The Pirate. F
216 Brenda Teutonic Sword. F
217 Brenna Celtic Raven. F
218 Brenna Irish Variant of Brenda. Beacon on the hill Little raven. F
219 Bretta Celtic From Britain. F
220 Bretta English Brit. A native of England: (Britain) or France: (Brittany). F
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DNS Complexity
Simplified View
This view of DNS might not sound "simplified." Take heart, it's actually oversimplified. Read on to find out what's really going on in there.
Actual View
Label case is supposed to be preserved when DNS data is cached and forwarded, in support of possible trademarks. The internal data structures that are universally used to support DNS caching, however, keep only one copy of each label. For example, there will be only one com TLD (top-level domain) label in a DNS cache, even though millions of other domain names can be stored "under" that TLD. The net effect here is that if the first .com domain you encounter uses all uppercase letters for its TLD domain label, then all other .com domains you encounter will appear the same way. Therefore, if you cache vix.com first, then you will cache example.com, even if you really did hear example.com next.
The trailing period (.) of a fully qualified domain name can be omitted in presentation, which can mean either that the name is not fully qualified and has to be searched in the default context or that it is fully qualified. For example, if you are inside ACM world headquarters and point your Web browser at internal, your resolver library will likely assume that you mean internal.hq.acm.org. Disambiguation is either by application convention or by actual searching (maybe you really meant internal.acm.org). One common application convention is, "If there are other period characters in the domain name, then assume that the name is fully qualified." (So, if you were in the San Francisco office, your resolver library might assume that internal means internal.acm.org but it would never guess that internal.hq means internal.hq.acm.org.)
RRs used to describe downward delegations must be present both at the bottom edge of the parent (delegating) zone and at the apex of the child (delegated) zone. These records are expected to be identical, but differences are common and the meaning of such differences is undefined. The system is very robust in the face of this and other undefined conditions, and protocol agents are prepared to retry pretty hard - and try every possible data path - before giving up. (Thus are local configuration errors transformed into silent resource drains on the world at large.)
Resource Records
Every RR has a class, yet the protocol specification is unclear as to whether the class is part of the tuple designator for an RR set or whether it is, like the rdata field, part of each record's payload. Modern software interprets class as a zone qualifier, such that every class can have its own namespace, and all records within any zone - and therefore within any RR set - will have the same class. Other interpretations are supported by scripture, but no current implementation works any other way.
A response can contain an additional data section that carries information that wasn't requested but might, according to the responder, be helpful in interpreting or consuming the answer. This data is optional, and its absence can be the direct cause of subsequent transactions. Its presence is often ignored, however, since this optional data is by nature less secure than the answer that was actually requested.
Two zones having different parents (msn.net and aol.com), whose name servers are each inside the other zone (so, msn.net's name server is ns.aol.com, and aol.com's name server is ns.msn.net), would be unreachable. This is because an additional data record in a delegation from the com zone for aol.com, which included the ns.msn.net address as additional data, would be ignored as untrustworthy - likewise for a delegation from net for msn.net containing ns.aol.com's address as additional data. There is no warning message when you do this, unless you count your pager's incessant beeping as a warning message (since that's what would happen next).
From this overview, it is possible to conclude that DNS is a poorly specified protocol, but that would be unfair and untrue. DNS was specified loosely, on purpose. This protocol design is a fine example of what M.A. Padlipsky meant by "descriptive rather than prescriptive" in his 1984 thriller, The Elements of Networking Style (Prentice Hall). Functional interoperability and ease of implementation were the goals of the DNS protocol specification, and from the relative ease with which DNS has grown from its petri dish into a world-devouring monster, it's clear to me that those goals were met. A stronger document set would have eliminated some of the "gotchas" that DNS implementers face, but the essential and intentional looseness of the specification has to be seen as a strength rather than a weakness.
That having been said, a stronger document set written today would not be able to put all of the DNS genies back into their bottles. Too many implementations have guessed differently when presented with a loose specification, and interoperability today is a moving, organic target. When I periodically itch to rewrite the specification from scratch, I know there are too many things that must be said that also cannot be said. It's as though, in a discussion of the meaning of some bit pattern, a modern description of the protocol - written with full perspective on all that has been done in the DNS field - would have to say, "It could mean x but some implementations will think it means y so you must be cautious."
Future Complexity
An important complexity consideration is, "How will all this look in the future?" As the protocol continues to evolve, protocol designers will add new signaling patterns meaningless to today's DNS clients and servers, and they might make the new patterns contingent on negotiation of protocol level. I say "might" because it's also possible that some new signaling pattern will be considered so harmless that it can be included even in messages that previous-generation protocol agents will process. Depending on the quality of implementation of those protocol agents, things that ought to be harmless might actually be harmless. It's equally possible that an untested and erroneous code path will get its first exercise on the day when somebody else on the Internet is doing something that should have been harmless and could even be described in a hot-off-the-presses Internet standards document. Let's explore some of the known possibilities in this area, including several that have been Internet standards for a decade, yet are still considered "new" by many people.
IDN (Internationalized Domain Names). The Internet may have gotten its start inside a country whose native language is US-ASCII, but it's a worldwide network now. Billions of users who would not otherwise know or use US-ASCII have learned about it because DNS labels are expressed in that notation. To express multilingual symbol sets usually means Unicode, whose binary representation is not directly compatible with the upper/lowercase "folding" required for DNS labels. Therefore, Unicode names must first be converted to a US-ASCII subset similar to Base64 or uuencode, then carried through DNS, then converted back to Unicode for presentation on the remote end. These encoded domain names will look like random hexadecimal line noise to any IDN-ignorant endpoint or middlebox.
Dynamic Update. DNS originally assumed that all changes would come into a zone from outside DNS (for example, a text file on a server computer's file system). A machine-generated update - as, for example, if a DHCP server wanted to record a name address mapping following a successful address assignment - had no data path toward the zone. Dynamic updates made it possible to carry DNS update transactions inside the DNS protocol itself. Subject to a still-evolving access control scheme, fully mechanized updates are now quite popular.
Change Notification. In the old days, secondary name servers would have to poll the primary name server to find out whether a zone's serial number (and thus, presumably, the zone's content) had changed. Any changes made to the zone on the primary name server could remain unpublished for up to that polling interval. Nowadays, a primary name server can transmit in-bound change notices to secondary name servers, thus triggering an early poll (and most likely an immediate incremental zone transfer).
Predictability and Modeling
Thomas J. Ryan's 1977 novel The Adolescence of P-1 tells the story of the unintentional creation of artificial intelligence as a side effect of a programmer's desire to violate an operating system's security policy. In the story, a software implementation of game theory similar to "The Prisoner's Dilemma" creates unpredictability using only elements that have known and predictable behaviors.
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High price of illegal logging
Posted: 1 August 2002
Author: Janet Larsen
Extensive floods in Indonesia during early 2002 killed hundreds of people, destroyed thousands of homes, damaged thousands of hectares of rice paddy fields, and inundated Indonesian insurance companies with flood-related claims. Rampant deforestation, much of it from illegal logging, has destroyed forests that stabilize soils and regulate river flow, causing record floods and landslides. Here Janet Larsen outlines the true economic and ecological cost of illegal logging.
Clear cutting in IndonesiaE.G. Togu Manurung/Global Forest WatchDomestic wood supply in Indonesia was documented at 20 million cubic metres in 2000, while demand stood at some 60 million cubic metres. Thus legal supplies of wood fibre fall short of demand by up to 40 million cubic metres per year. Illegal logging fills the gap - accounting for almost 70 per cent of wood supply. All told, illegal logging alone has destroyed 10 million hectares of Indonesia's rich forests, an area the size of Virginia in the United States.
Massive flooding
China consumes nearly 280 million cubic metres of timber a year, but domestic supply currently provides only 142 million cubic metres . As production shrinks, China is turning to imports and illegal logging to make up for the shortfall. The International Tropical Timber Organization forecasts that within the next few years China will become the world's largest log importer, edging out the United States and eclipsing Japan, whose massive imports have already destroyed many of the rainforests of the Philippines and much of Borneo.
African logs
In Laos, where the volume of illegal logging is the equivalent of at least one sixth of the legal harvest, the army openly cuts forests. Now less than 40 per cent of the country is forested, down from 70 per cent in 1940. In Cambodia, over 70 per cent of the timber export volume consists of unreported logs. And Viet Nam could lose all substantial forest cover by 2020 if the current rate of deforestation continues. VietnamCollecting fuelwood in Ho Ke Go forest, Vietnam.© Elizabeth KemfAs the growing Asian timber market has exhausted supplies over much of the continent, wood imports to Asia from Africa have steadily increased. From 1993 to 1999, Europe imported 40 per cent of central African logs, but since 1996, rising demand from Asia has made that region the number one importer of African timber.
Forest products are the second largest export for both Cameroon and Gabon, generating about 20 per cent and 13 per cent of respective export revenues. Between 1990 and 1995, the share of Cameroonian logs going to Asia soared from 7 per cent to 50 per cent. Unfortunately, only half the logging companies in Cameroon are licensed, and among these companies, violations such as felling trees smaller than the legal size and cutting outside concession boundaries are common.
Certified wood
These examples cover only a portion of the global timber market. Uncontrolled deforestation abounds in other countries - in Brazil, with the world's highest deforestation rate, where an estimated 80 per cent of logging is illegal; in Mexico, which is losing over 1 million hectares each year; and in Ethiopia, where in just 40 years forest cover has plummeted from around 40 million hectares to 2.7 million, only half of which is natural forest. Rarely, though, is deforestation purely a local issue.
The world's eight largest industrial countries plus the rest of the European Union buy 280 million cubic metres of timber and timber products from abroad each year, accounting for 74 per cent of the world's timber imports. Most of this wood comes from countries where illegal tree felling is the norm. In 2000, the United States alone imported over $450 million worth of timber from Indonesia, which given Indonesia's illegal logging rate could represent $330 million worth of timber from illegal sources.
Certification along with existing international agreements, such as the Convention on International Trade in Endangered Species of Wild Fauna and Flora, can help to prevent illegal logs from crossing international borders - if laws and standards are upheld. Recycling and reduced use of throwaway timber products can lower the demand for timber that has made illegal logging profitable.
As the Chinese government has recognised, the services that forests provide, such as flood control, can be worth far more than the lumber they contain.
Copyright © 2002 Earth Policy InstituteRelated link:Global Forest Watch
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Hi everybody.
This might be a dumb question, but can anybody give me a protocol how to grow and subculture J774 in suspension. I'm only used to aderent cultures, but as many of you have stated the macrophages stick to the plastic like superglue. Now I want to try the stirrer bottles but have never done that before. So can anyone help me?
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I have posted many times on J774. If you use the search option and insert J774...many of my posts will come up. For example see below:-
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Often There's No Sensible Middle
A Commentary by Froma Harrop
Thursday, April 16, 2015
Some time ago, I heard a power company executive arguing that humans have played no role in global warming. Actually, he went further, "demonstrating" that global warming isn't even happening. (This is often done by cherry-picking dates to start with an unusually warm year.) He ended by spreading his arms and beseeching us in his common-sense voice, "Can't we meet in the sensible middle?"
To which I thought, "If I say the moon is made of lunar rock and you say it is made of green cheese, is the 'sensible middle' that the moon is half lunar rock and half green cheese?"
That's the problem with sensible middles. You can't do the give-and-take without agreeing on facts. Nowadays, some of the thorniest problems get hung up on one side's dismissal (or corruption) of accepted science. We can compromise over how far our society will go in confronting climate change, but we must first agree it exists.
Thus, when we ask questions like "Would Hillary Clinton be a centrist president?" what do we mean by that? We can be sure that if nominated, Clinton the candidate will try to seem centrist, as will her Republican foe. Americans like the sound of moderation.
Some debates can't logically end in compromise. The right to abortion does not lend itself to concessions, making it a land mine for Republicans in a general election. Religious conservatives want abortion banned, but most Americans want it kept legal. So you have Republican candidates saying that they oppose abortion but would allow it in cases of rape and incest.
They may even paint others as extremist: "My opponent won't even make an exception for rape or incest."
In reality, the so-called extreme position is the only logical "pro-life" stance. If one holds that the organism formed at conception is a full human person, it is a full human being whether conceived through rape or through marital love. There is no biological difference.
I don't agree that two cells fused at fertilization are a full human being. I respect the views of those who do, but not if they won't accept the consequences of their position.
Another problem in reaching a sensible middle is finding the middle. Tax and spending policy is an area where compromise can be reached. But there's no middle to work toward when one side portrays any tax increase as a deal killer.
In 2011, eight Republicans running for president were asked at a debate whether they'd accept a deal with Democrats giving them $10 in spending cuts for every $1 in tax increases. This would seem a conservative's debt reduction dream, but not one of the eight would say yes to it.
The candidates were surely mindful of President George H.W. Bush's electoral loss after breaking his pledge, "Read my lips: No new taxes." The elder Bush happened to be doing the responsible thing, but his party's right wing had moved fiscal management from the realm of political science to black-and-white religion.
Today this faction doesn't want its leaders to be seen shaking hands with President Obama, much less compromising with him on matters of substance. The outcome is Republicans disinheriting their own ideas because Obama has adopted them. The great example was the Affordable Care Act, whose blueprint came out of the conservative Heritage Foundation.
Many Americans only pretend to seek a sensible middle by placing the middle in the middle of their stuck beliefs. No, it's worse than that. Many are scuttling rational thought altogether, accepting or rejecting beliefs not on their merits but based on who is holding them. The end product is neither a middle nor sensible.
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What it is: HydroTrack takes track training and translates it into no-impact water workouts, so runners can gain cardio and strength benefits with little risk of injury.
Who is it for: As with running, you go at your own pace, so it can be for anyone who wants an intense workout without the joint-jarring pounding of running. Many of the people in the class I took were training for marathons; a few were recovering from injuries.
Who it’s not for: If you need blasting music to get revved up, this music-free class may not be for you.
Fun fact: Instructor Leslie Branham, a devoted runner, has completed almost 40 marathons as well as several 50- and 100-mile events. Branham, who’s a running coach, wellness coach and kettlebell instructor, developed the HydroTrack class after suffering from severe plantar fasciitis that lasted for two years.
What’s it like: The setup is easy. You strap a flotation belt around your waist and hop in the pool.
Branham then guides you through warmup “elevations,” basically intervals of treading water. Then, you start full-out running in the water. During the session, she often leads the class in “ladders,” running short distances, building to longer distances, then working back down to shorter ones.
“I coach on form, muscle recruitment and pacing,” she said. “I want people to learn how their body feels at varying levels of intensity so they can pace correctly on land. I also want them to learn to push and challenge themselves in a safe, non-impacting environment.”
Unlike swimming, where the focus is on moving efficiently through water, this exercise uses water as resistance. The idea is to forcefully move the water with your arms and legs while keeping your core steady and upright.
Focus on form: Branham keeps a sharp eye on the class and will shout out instructions from the side of the pool. Her favorites: “Keep your hips underneath you!” “Recruit your glutes!” “Move your legs an equal distance in front of and behind you!” From her vantage point on the pool’s deck, she can see how effectively participants are moving the water, so there’s no cheating.
Would I go again? Absolutely, even though I have no intention of ever running a marathon. HydroTrack provides a rigorous, high-quality interval workout that you can take at your own pace.
Details: A block of five classes costs $100. Sessions meet at the Oxford Pool in St. Paul on Sunday mornings. For information go to equiptfitness.com or e-mail Branham at [email protected].
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StateWORKS Newsletter #2, 2.05.2003
1. Special topic
2. Technical note: What is StateWORKS
1. Special topic
Actually, the next significant newsletter is planned for June. There are some observations that have forced me to write a short technical note in the hope that it helps to clear up a basic question: “What is StateWORKS”. It seems that the answer is more difficult to express than we had thought. We have been helped to understand this problem by unfavourable reviews of papers we have submitted and by similar comments from various. If we use the expression “state machine” it is easily classified as an “old stuff” and rejected. A friend of mine suggested once that we should invent a new name for a state machine to increase the chances.
Since we have set up the Web site the problem is even more obvious. In the times in which we now live it is difficult to concentrate more than a minute or so on any text. Thus, we focus on headlines, having no time to understand the concept. The difficulty is that to understand how and why StateWORKS has solved the problem of specifying and running an application control requires many hours. The challenge we are confronted is how to convince visitors to our Web site to invest these hours. Of course, it is impossible.
Therefore I wrote a short text which does not explain how it is achieved but shows the basic differences between StateWORKS approach and other tools. Perhaps some people will read it and discover “how the StateWORKS approach differs from those of the other tool vendors”. (We shall also try to express the StateWORKS concepts more clearly on the next revision to the Web site.)
Let me know whether I succeeded.
F. Wagner
2. Technical Note
The technical note What is StateWORKS is provided as a PDF document on the StateWORKS web-page.
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PARADOX, by John Meaney
Bantam Press, 2000, 408pp
It's a question that I've been wondering about the past year or so: just how far can hard sf go in depicting radical new technologies and their consequences whilst remaining legible - let alone readable - to its readers? These boundaries are expanding all the time, particularly as the frontiers of scientific knowledge seem to pull inexorably away from those of public understanding.
The question is posed as someone with no more qualifications in the sciences than the two GCSEs my comprehensive school generously awarded me some years back. I flatter myself that, considering my background, I'm reasonably well informed about (if hardly fully conversant with) some new technologies and advances in science. Even so much of the cutting edge science seems increasingly difficult to make any sense of. As Ali G might conceivably say, is it because I is educated in the arts?
With physics in particular becoming exponentially esoteric, are we going to reach a point in the near future where one branch of sf is being written by physicists exclusively for other physicists simply because no one else can understand it? It's a horrible thought for me because the sf I've always enjoyed most has been at the harder end. You know, the kind with the absolutely crazy ideas that later turn out to be based on some fairly solid speculation.
Perhaps this is simply the hard sf crowd finally getting their own back on those naughty New Age writers and their brand of nearly incomprehensible noodlings? Hopefully I can catch up again by reading my weekly New Scientist a bit more carefully; we'll see. I'm not quite sure whether John Meaney's new novel Paradox is a harbinger of doom for hard sf or if I'm worrying unnecessarily, but I occasionally found myself drowning in what may or may not be real jargon: am I too ignorant to understand it all, or might that be the whole idea?
To compare: the opening few chapters of Paradox initially reminded me of Jack Vance (more specifically, the excellent Emphyrio), set in the bizarre subterranean world of Nulapeiron, whose inhabitants live in near-poverty and are ruled from above by Lords and Ladies. They produce delightful artefacts for these rarely glimpsed beings to graciously stimulate the local economy with by purchasing. Paradox sets up a delicious insecurity of meaning, as Vance does, whereby everything is confusing to begin with, forcing the reader to perform a mental shrug and just press on until things eventually begin to level out and make some sense.
With Vance's books the all-round weirdness generally kind of peaked in the first quarter of the book (often in the very first chapter). Meaney's weirdness keeps on peaking higher and higher, throwing in what sounds like some of the worst excesses of (probably French) Postmodern philosophising, or references to quantum, er, stuff to create a mind-numbingly rich far future.
I kept hoping to learn just a little bit more about the universe Nulapeiron was embedded in, sensing great things just out of view. This sense of knowledge lacking was only heightened by the erratically occurring narrative of a "fabled Pilot" from some 1200 years earlier on Earth, a strand whose relationship to Tom Corcorigan's "present" narrative was, I felt, rather strained. These occasional episodes tended to intrude on the bulk of the story and could have been handled differently to better effect.
The only other point of reference I can put my finger on for comparison is Bruce Sterling's tremendous Schismatrx, which gave me the same chilly feeling of reading about a genuine future, one which naturally, as a barbarian lost in the mists of history, I was far too primitive to properly understand.
Paradox highlights well the tension that all good hard sf should contain, that between legibility and reality - the tension whose remaining elasticity I was worrying about at the start of this review.
Fortunately, Meaney not only has the very backwardness of the lower levels of Nulapeiron to ground us in, but also writes his central character, Tom Corcorigan, at least competently for the most part so that if we cannot follow this protagonist's meteoric intellectual advancement then his social ascent through the striated levels of Nulapeironian society is far more familiar (one might almost say Dickensian...).
Tom would be a more interesting narrator if he weren't as utterly driven as he is - but then he wouldn't be able to escape from his poverty as he does. As it is, his frightening level of ambition (or is just me betraying my slacker tendencies?) and devotion to self-improvement means he come across as a terribly earnest shell of a character for most of the middle part of the book - which might actually be rather a clever compromise, since intellectually this is the hardest section of the book to follow!
If my cerebral cortex was slashed and bloodied by the end of Paradox then it wasn't because the story was especially intricate, but rather because Meaney has done a good job of reworking some old themes and interweaving them with new ideas and cocksure jargon. Paradox is, underneath some daunting local colour, a classical adventure, and definitely one of the better ones at that.
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'Bend it like Beckham' is better known as a film, but Nharinder Dhami's book of the same name follows the film faithfully, even reproducing some of the dialogue. The materials in this kit are based on the pivotal Chapter 7 of the book, and also make reference to the film.
This is a revised and considerably shortened version of the original 2004 kit. The wealth of additional materials from the original kit has not been lost, however, and is contained in a supplementary file
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According to the AP:
A white man on Texas death row for nearly 30 years could be freed because an appeals court has ruled that prosecutors improperly excluded blacks from his jury in the belief that blacks empathize with defendants.
Jonathan Bruce Reed was convicted and condemned for the November 1978 rape-slaying of Wanda Jean Wadle at her Dallas apartment.
Reed has been on death row since September 1979, making him among the longest-serving prisoners awaiting execution in Texas.
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Tuesday, March 16, 2010
1,000 Pounds Or Bust
I've always admired goal-oriented people.
You go, girl!
Donna Simpson already holds the title of World's Fattest Mother but she's not going to let some childless bee-atch continue to roam the Earth as the World's Fattest Woman. Hell no! Not this go-getter!
Hmmm, perhaps "go-getter" was not the best description.
In order to win the chubby crown, Simpson will need to consume 12,000 calories per day. In contrast, the recent Miss America consumed 12,000 calories per year.
And that's the beauty of of the internet. A fat New Jersey broad can finance her slow but certain death with credit card payments from a bunch of housebound pervs who don't realize special sauce is supposed to be a euphemism and not... well, you know... special sauce.
I've decided that I'm also going to attempt to be the World's Fattest Woman. So, when people see me they'll be forced to say, "Well, it doesn't look like it's going very well. You're still so thin."
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In My Heart...On My Mind...
I'm rather afraid that this post may come off as very disjointed. For, I've really no idea where to begin...and even less of a clue where I'll actually end up. This subject has been so prevalent on my mind seems that most of my waking moments are colored over with some shade of its influence. It's affecting nearly everything I do...everything I say. It's making me intentionalize my actions {if that isn't a real verb, it shorely is now}...making me analyze my motives.
Yet, when it comes right down to it, I'm not even sure how to put the thought, the subject, the concept into words.
I've been struck by the sheer brevity of my time with my children.
The shortness...
The lack of time I really have with them.
In a a mere twinkle of an eye, they'll be grown. They'll be "big people" all on their own...
And yes, I know I'll still be Mom.
I'll still be able to love them.
And {hopefully, prayerfully} they'll still love me.
But it isn't the same.
It just isn't.
You know that. In your heart of hearts, you know it's true.
And I do, too.
And yes, of course there are days that seem like years...
Days in which no one is happy, everyone is quarreling, three heads of long hair are tangled, a picky boy can't find anything he likes, diapers are soaked through, Legos become mini-landmines, laundry forms seemingly insurmountable peaks, the last roll of toilet paper runs out...and I think that if one more maple-syrup-sticky-hand touches me I might just go insane...those sort of days. But, wise is the one who said,
"The days go by so slowly...and the years so fast."
I have today...and the next day...and the next day...
But one of these days, those "next days" will come to an end.
And I won't have my lanky, toothless, nine-year-old begging me to take her to the library {"...the library is one of my favorite places in the world, Mom."} ...she'll have a driver's license of her own.
And she won't be poring over the shelves of Nancy Drew mysteries...she'll probably be more interested in the latest fashions or the newest electronic gadgets {can you even imagine what they'll have come up with by then??}
And I won't be having a nervous breakdown because that same girl is trying to earn her Cooking then she'll {hopefully} be able to boil water without making my heart race.
One of these days, I won't have them begging me to read Narnia...
He won't want to play with cast-off bricks in the back yard...
She won't plead for a Tea Party with Daddy...
And she won't suck her toe in the middle of the kitchen floor.
{wait...that didn't come off nearly as sentimental as all the rest of them, did it?}
One day that time will come.
And I know it needs to. I know that that's the cycle of life. I know my children should grow up. They should go out on their own. But not today.
Today I should hold them close.
Instead, I found myself constantly sending them away.
"Mommy has to package this up, baby. Go watch a movie."
"No, not right now. Maybe later."
"Go play."
"Mommy's busy."
"No. I can't. I don't.have.time!"
All.The.Time...sending them away.
All too soon, they will go away. They'll be off to college, off to jobs, off to marriages and careers and children of their own.
And I'll be left with my empty nest.
And I'll wish that I could dress a dolly, or read a book, or find a missing shoe, or kiss a boo-boo...
Or just hold them.
I've had an awakening...and now that my eyes have been opened and I've seen it, I can't un-see it.
I realize that TODAY is the day to take her to the library.
TODAY is the day to let her cook dinner. {Help me, Jesus!}
TODAY is the day to read to them.
TODAY is the day to set her a Tea Party.
TODAY is the day to pull their warm little bodies against hold them as long as they'll let have them be the first to let go of a hug...
To relish the warmth, and the love, and the TIME that I'm able to INVEST TODAY.
Don't get me wrong...
I realize that life requires balance. I know that it can't be all fun and games all the time. And if you know me, you know that I'm in exactly 0% danger of that happening. I'm out-of-balance the other way. I err on the side of caution...on the side of responsibility...on the side of duty, of sensibility, of seriousness.
I have so much more to many more thoughts that are roiling in my brain.
But I don't want to overload. I don't want to heap so much on the plate that it's too much sweet and too much savory all at one time and it simply cannot be digested.
Besides, I can't handle it all at once.
I'm still so fresh in this learning process.
But it's wonderful. It's so fabulous.
And the best part is that I know I'm growing. I've seen actual change in myself.
I can sit for a half hour or even an hour, reading to my two oldest, without wondering what's going on on Instagram.
I can eat at the lunch table with all four of my littles and just talk to them and listen to them and that's enough.
I can lay on the couch, cradling their still-nap-warm bodies, and soak in their closeness, their still-baby smells...and I can stay like that until they want get up and going.
I can actually make eye contact with my almost-five-year-old when she's chattering on about something that really makes no sense whatsoever...and when she's done and she sees that I'm still paying close attention to her, she smiles that smile that scrunches up her cheeks so high that her eyes close and gives me a leg hug.
So, now, this is the school known as Life...
And your assignment is this:
TODAY...not tomorrow, TODAY take the time and with/for your child/ren.
You fill in the blank.
And do it FOR THEM. Not for you. Not so you can post a picture of this wonderful thing you did with that a bunch of "strangers" can tell you what a wonderful mother you are.
{I know, you would never do that. But I have. I'm guilty. I'm the one raising my hand.}
I promise you'll be happier for it. Promise.
It's SO worth it.
1. oh erin, this was so eloquent! it totally spoke to my heart, and how could it not? we all feel that slipping away of childhood. i will do what i can today to embrace my littles and not allow responsiblity (even theirs, like homework) to steal all our sweet moments together. thanks so much for sharing your heart on this.
2. Erin, this was tremendous! Cherish the moments - you never know if a hug from your child is the last....
3. hello! i'm visiting from mama marchand's blog and can i just tell you that post was such a fantastic first impression. your words are ringing true in my head and heart right now. it's such a beautiful and simple life we have can have as mommies but we sometimes muddy it with stuff that can wait or stuff that really isn't important. love love love your heart! babies are the best :)
4. oh and i totally laughed out loud at your little girl sucking her toe. classic.
5. Erin, you are so right! Blink your eyes, and they are off and on their own. You will NEVER regret the time you spent finding out who your children REALLY are and what they are REALLY about. Down the road a few years you will realize that the time you spent knowing them now will strengthen your relationship through the sometimes rocky teen years, and form a bridge to get you through to their adult years. Keep up the good work, Mommy, and enjoy those littles while you can.
6. This is a FABULOUS post, my friend. I love your heart and your honesty. Best line of it? "Not so you can post a picture of this wonderful thing you did with that a bunch of "strangers" can tell you what a wonderful mother you are." AMEN.
7. I have only just found your blog. I absolutely love it. I have 4 kids too. I feel the same way & I have to actually focus on not mourning the old days & focus on today. My oldest boy is 16 & I am proud as punch, but it seems just yesterday I bought him home from the hospital. I adore him. I just wish he would stand still for one second. Ha. Come visit me sometime if you like. I love to 'meet' you. Love Niki
8. I am in tears... for you see my days of holding and rocking have passed and oh so quickly.... I hold on in my heart all the little things that filled our days when we were all home together when they needed me most..... and so I smile knowing that they are happy and on their way to wonderful lives of their own because maybe just maybe those little things that used to fill our days reaaly have made all the difference in the world! Hugs to you and you littles!
9. My 15 yr old daughter reminds me every day of how quickly my 3 youngest girls (2, 2 and 1) will grow up. Recently, I found myself so scared of missing something I was missing things. I've had to constantly remind myself to "live in the moment". Your quest for balance is admirable and inspiring!
10. I found you on IG, via someone else's IG "likes" - etst maybe? It doesn't matter. I came here and read this today and it's just..... YES. Exactly. I need to finish that craft with my almost 4 year old, that has gone unfinished for at least 4 months now. I need to play, really PLAY, with my 2 year old. And I need to savor the quiet moments with my 8 month old, who is too rapidly growing.
Thank you for your words today.
11. Precious .... I am a mom at 40. She was my first and it took one of years four rounds of fertility treatments. I've been a full-time career woman and real estate Talk about taking a backseat and trying to enjoy every minute without feeling the guilt and overwhelming sense I'm neglecting other
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Boycott McPoverty - February 20th
Boycott McPoverty Working Draft - Fifty Percent.pdf-page-001
The big burger chains make billions of dollars a year while paying workers less than it takes to survive. McDonald's, Burger King, and Wendy's have franchised a McPoverty business model that leaves workers unable to support themselves, shifts costs to the public, and lowers consumer demand. When workers aren't paid enough to even afford basics like food and rent, they can't build a better future, or help create prosperity in their community. McDonald's, Burger King, and Wendy's can afford to pay workers enough to support themselves & contribute to the economy. The big three chains serve billions & billions of burgers at more than 24,000 locations across the country (including 25 in Seattle), and they make billions and billions of dollars doing it. McDonald's alone banked $5.6 billion in profit just last year, with a profit margin of 20%. Even the franchised stores in these chains are typically owned by large and profitable corporations that control hundreds of locations.
Fast food workers are calling on Seattle to Boycott McPoverty on February 20thThe mass citywide boycott will call on the big burger chains will to lead by example and implement a $15 wage that transforms McPoverty into middle-out prosperity. Higher pay is good for workers and good for the whole economy, because more money for more people means more customers for every business out there — you can contribute a whole lot more to the economy at $15 an hour than you can at $9.32.
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Genki Watanabe
Disciplines: Moto XFrom: Osaka, JPN JPNBorn: 08/03/89
About Genki
Genki (JAYN-key) Watanbe is a former motocross racer in Japan who changed to freestyle at the age of 18. Is good friends with Taka Higashino and calls him a mentor. He first met Taka when he was 10. "Wenky" as everyone calls him, is competing in QuarterPipe High Air, Best Whip and is an alternate for Freestyle at XG Minneapolis 2018. In late June he traveled to California to stay at Jeremy "Twitch" Stenberg's house where he got his first crack at a quarterpipe hit.
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X Games Medal Count
X Games Competition History
X Games Minneapolis 2018 MTX Best Whip2nd
X Games Austin 2015 MTX Speed & Style8th
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Steel plate overlaid by bulk welding
Duretal 45 is a mild steel plate which has been overlaid by bulk welding, sometimes known as cast welding, using an electric arc welding process. The plate is clad with a layer of chromium carbide alloy consisting of very hard carbides in a matrix of iron. It is especially suitable in applications of high stress severe abrasion combined with moderate impact and heat resistance. The plate can be cut, formed, rolled and welded into most shapes.
Thicknesses (mm) Formats (mm)
5 + 3
6 + 4
8 + 5
10 + 9
1 250 × 2 500
1 500 × 3 000
2 000 × 3 000
Type of alloy
Iron based + High Chromium iron.
Hyper-Eutectic with Mn7 Cr3 primary chromium carbides in an austenitic eutectic matrix.
Cracks are present in large numbers and are evenly distributed in the overlay generally at right angles to the direction of welding. The cracks do not penetrate into the base plate.
Abrasion resistance
Excellent. This product offers a wear life of 6 to 8 times longer than that of a typical through hardened 400 Brinell plate.
Temperature resistance
Will retain hardness and wear resistance up to 450 °C (840 °F).
Not possible except by grinding or electro erosion.
Only possible by plasma, laser and water jet high pressure with added abrasives.
Chemical composition
Typical values (weight %).
× C Mn Cr Others Fe
Single layer 4.5 2.2 32 1 Balance
Second layer 4.3 2.1 31 1 Balance
Hardness is obtained between 60 and 62 HRc. This is an average value taken on the prepared ground surface of the overlay.
Chemical analysis is measured using Optical Emission Spectroscopy.
The normal matrix will contain a chromium carbide volume percentage of between 35 and 40 %.
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This paper is to design an intelligent weighing system to solve the problems in enterprises, such as incompatibility with hardware and software environment in different enterprise scenarios, the fixed interface layout and the dilemma that a single-way computational formulas can not fit the workflow of complementation of weighing system flexibly . A self-defining formula method is proposed to meet different demands from variable enterprises, which is solved by infix expression algorithm. The interface layout is screen self-adaptation by using an alterable resolution algorithm. The result of the experimental study reveals that the intelligent weighing system is more flexible in self-adaptation of environment than the traditional weighing system.
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Learning about #Makerfaireyyc
During this past summer, while stealing moments of solitude when my little boys were napping, I read “The Maker Movement Manifesto: Rules for Innovation in the New World of Crafters, Hackers and Tinkerers” by Mark Hatch, CEO of TechShop. I was intrigued reading about the examples of successful entrepreneurs and “average joe” makers who now are able to access expensive tools or use simply have access to space to make ideas real. Reading about the maker movement is one thing…but also experiencing the maker movement is another…(I highly recommend both).
Rushing to the Telus Spark Science Centre for my Saturday volunteer shift as a “Maker Care Helper”, I arrived to a big crowd of people exiting the entrance. I quickly saw the fire alarm lights informing people to evacuate. My first thought was, “ahh man, I can’t go in and see what all this hype of the “Maker Movement” is really all about. (I will also admit this was quickly followed by “Well, at least I have an excuse for being late…”). A calm and assertive speaker voice blared “Methane Gas has been detected in the building…” and then instructed people to get away from the building. I smiled to myself and thought…couldn’t be a true Maker Faire without a little pushing of the oxygen content boundaries, could it?
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NovoGeek's Blog (Archive)
Technical insights of a web geek
Filtering .NET 3.5 returned JSON with jQuery
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Beware – jQuery unbind() vs removeAttr()
Here is a jQuery bug which suck few hours of my time: unbind() works only on events attached using jQuery. removeAttr() does not work on events added using jQuery Confusing? Here is the scenario which explains better: I have a server side asp button(btnTest), for which an &... [More]!!
Restructured my site Moved my technical blog from to the root. Created a new subdomain - Labs.NovoGeek.Net for my little experiments. Placed only few important demos as of now. Will slowly move all my silly/stupid code snippets there :) Update(11th May, 2009)... [More]
Converting ASP.NET DataTable to JSON using JayRock
Beginners using jQuery plugins and jQuery AJAX with ASP.NET get stuck with one common problem-converting datatable to JSON. This conversion is necessary since JSON can be easily parsed in JavaScript and also most plugins expect data in JSON format, though that can be altered. On googling, I fo... [More]
Performance improvement in browsers-John Resig
A beautiful presentation given by John Resig, creator of jQuery, at Google. John covers the latest improvements in the modern browsers namely Firefox 3.1, Safari 4.0, Internet Explorer 8.0, Google Chrome and Opera 10. You can find the video presentation here @ Youtube and the pdf format of the prese... [More]
How to use ASP .NET without Javascript?
In ASP.NET, we are used to drag/drop server controls and quickly finish the task, though we do not concentrate much on how they work. The problem arises when JavaScript is disabled in the user's browser, as some of these controls do not work. Also, if you have rich AJAX features in you... [More]
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Three Katanas & One Pocket Knife
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Her head was in someone’s lap. Fingers caressed her hair as a soft voice hummed a tune above her. She was completely relaxed and yet she felt tears on her cheeks. After a moment she realized they weren’t hers. She lifted a hand towards the voice and it stopped humming. “You’ll be okay my darling.” The voice cooed. “My precious treasure.”
The scene shifted suddenly and she felt the hands and the voice being wrenched away, inky darkness seeping in quickly to overtake her. A new voice sliced through the black, and pain blossomed in her skull, this one painful in comparison to the peace she’d just felt: “TELL ME. TELL ME NOW.” She put her hands against her ears and begged it to stop, just go away, just stop, please please, I can’t, I don’t know, I CAN’T-
“Stop!” Odelle shouted as she woke up, sitting bolt upright so fast that she hit her head on the bunk above her. “Ahhhhh come on…” She pressed a palm to the already forming bump, noticing as she did so the cold sweat that covered her skin. When she pulled her hand away from her forehead it was shaking slightly and it took her a few moments to steady her breathing.
“Just a dream.” She reassured herself as she flipped her legs over the side of the uncomfortable bed and felt her feet hit the wooden floor. The crew quarters were silent in answer and it was then that she realized she was alone in the room. That’s for the best probably, don’t need to start my morning accidentally waking up Bunker. A memory of the last time she’d interrupted the giant’s beauty sleep made her shudder a little.
Something cold bumped against her foot and she looked down, moving her feet back so the loose cannonball could carry on it’s merry rolling down the floor. Footsteps above her head and the creak of the ship made her pause as well. “I thought we would have been home by now.” Another shifting of the ship made her stumble a little as she made her way around empty hammocks and storage crates, more due to the fact that she’d just woken up than clumsiness.
She could hear crying coming from deeper in the ship when she reached the stairway that led either up or down. That was one thing she’d never gotten used to. The crying always made her feel sick. With that same familiar twist in her stomach, she turned away and went up the stairs instead until all she could hear was the waves and the calls of the crew to each other as they sailed closer to their final destination.
“Pet!” The second voice from her dream called from behind her and stopped her in her tracks.
She swallowed hard and closed her eyes. Mostly a dream. Heavy steps sounded behind her but she didn’t have time to turn before a hand with long fingers and sharp nails landed on her shoulder. She smiled up at the imposing figure that now towered over her. “Good Morning Master.”
Soran Zul smiled back, almost genuinely. He seemed out of place in the daylight, like a shadow that lost its way. Dark and creepy. “I’m surprised you slept through the storm last night.”
Luckily enough for her, Odelle had mastered the art of not physically shuddering whenever he spoke to her or touched her. “Is that why we aren’t home? I was surprised we haven't landed yet.”
“It did delay us slightly… and it seems to be following us back to Broad Bluff.” He replied as he pointed towards the back of the ship.
She followed his finger and took note of the dark clouds on the horizon, as well as the choppy waves underneath them. They looked dangerous. Perhaps tonight.
Zul brought his hand back, lifting her chin as he did so and making her meet his eyes. “My pet must be hungry. I don’t remember if I fed you last night. Too much good wine after too much good hunting.”
With a smile whose warmth she didn’t truly feel, Odelle shook her head up at him, “I have everything I deserve.” Her response was practiced, the same response he expected from everyone who served him, but the way she said it always made it sound more real. He was always the happiest when she said it.
The shadow smiled, holding out a long hand for her to take. He led her up to the quarterdeck where a table had been brought up and spread with some of last night's dinner.
Bunker was at the helm, his giant hands moving the impressive wheel with ease. He grinned ear to ear when he saw his Captain approaching, leading Odelle. “Eesheesheesh, you missed a pretty good show last night little bird! It was a party to remember! Eesheesheesh.”
“How would you know? You drank all our best booze and passed out.” Rose Lady reminded him as she lounged at the table, popping a grape into her mouth. She ignored the enraged sputtering of Bunker as he tried to deny it, just fixing her eyes on the two newest additions to the table. “Perhaps our little pet should go without breakfast too, for ditching you all night Lord Zul.”
Odelle swallowed as Zul pulled her onto his lap, really hoping her master wasn’t in a suggestible mood today. She had trained her stomach not to growl, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t feel how empty it was right now.
Reaching for a truffle tart and breaking off a piece, Zul held it up to her lips between thumb and forefinger and she obediently opened her mouth and took it from him. She was only allowed to eat something if it was fed to her by his own hand, and so she chewed it slowly, savoring it. Meal times were never a clear thing. He might go days forgetting to feed her or insist on giving her twenty small meals a day. It all depended on his mood, and she knew better than to ask.
Lady sneered at her from across the table. “Isn’t that precious.”
“Did you send word on ahead of our arrival?” Zul asked, ignoring her stares as he fed another morsel to the redhead on his lap.
The first mate stopped her glaring and went back to her normal, emotionless gaze. “Of course my Lord. I’m sure everyone is preparing as we speak. We should be there within the hour. It will take longer than normal to unload the cargo since we had such a good haul, but I’m optimistic that it won’t take more than a few hours to get every last product inventoried.”
I wonder how much brain power it takes her to not say the word slave or human when she talks about them like that. Odelle wondered as Zul’s fingers nudged her chin and she looked at him, realizing that he wanted her to take the next bite from a bit of sweet bread he had between his lips. Accepting food in this way may have been second nature after nine years, but it didn’t mean it felt comfortable at all when his lips touched hers as she took it. Her stomach twisted again. From hunger or disgust? Who knew anymore.
Zul fed her a few more bites of an assortment of dishes before standing and having her sit in the chair by herself while he went to make sure preparations to unload all of the new slaves were going okay. If he was a kinder person, she would have given him the benefit of the doubt that he didn’t mean to make her sit here in front of food she couldn’t have when she was all but starving. However, he wasn’t and he never did anything without a good reason. He’d left her here on purpose.
Always testing me . She thought to herself as she looked across the table calmly. Lady was making a rather big show of how good the food was. The first mate’s enjoyment of her torture was second only to her masters. If she left her seat, she’d be punished. If she ate anything she’d be punished as well.
A pleasant smile crossed her face as she looked up at the giant steering the ship, doing her best to ignore the food as well as Lady. “Bunker, do you have any new stories to tell me? I do love them so and then it won't seem so long until we get home.”
“Eesheesheesh! I’m so glad you’re interested in the exciting life I’ve lived, little bird!” He barked out a laugh that shook the table, and made Lady’s hair fly around her face in a way that Odelle knew would annoy her.
Her smile widened.
It didn’t take long for Lady to vacate her place at the table after Bunker had started talking, her face drawn in the sour expression she always had when he talked to loud. His tale of adventure, though far fetched and obviously exaggerated, passed the time nicely and right as he was finishing up, they were drawing near to the entrance of Broad Bluff.
Odelle was twisting in her seat, eager to see over the side of the ship and was about to ask the giant to describe it to her when Zul’s face appeared by the stairs as he ascended them. “Master--?”
“You may leave the table if you wish.” He nodded his approval and she shot out of her seat before the last words even left his mouth.
It took only moments for her to scramble up onto the carved shoulders of their figurehead, a woman wrapped in chains and looking out to sea. This was her favorite spot on the entire ship, but she only ever got to sit there when they were coming into port at their home island. In all of the nine years that Soran Zul had dragged her around with him, she never tired of seeing Broad Bluff come into view.
Broad Bluff Island was arguably one of the most beautiful islands in the Grand Line, but it wasn’t it’s beauty that made Odelle eager to see it again. I’ll miss the people the most, but they’ll be better off without me around.
As the Iron Maiden turned to make it’s way around the first floating island, another pirate ship caught her eye. It was docked on one of the town reefs, and she found her heart sinking a little.
“Newcomers? I’ve never seen that flag before.” Vis pointed, mimicking Odelle’s thoughts out loud.
Zul turned and made his way over to the side of the ship, his dark eyes following the arm of his sharpshooter. “Something about that flag seems familiar.” He whistled, the shrill sound carrying throughout the massive ship and making the entire crew pause. “Someone fetch me those new bounty posters!”
A mad scramble resulted in an out of breath deck hand careening up to the helm with a handful of pages held above his head, “Lord Zul!” He bowed as his captain removed the posters from his hands.
The Slave King didn’t respond, just flipping through them calmly as if they were the morning paper and the most interesting article was about a new breed of daisies. Then he paused and smiled, “Seems we have quite the infamous little crew on our hands. Transponder snail.” He held out his hand and after another mad scramble, a snail was placed into his waiting palm.
Odelle was still watching the docked pirate ship, feigning disinterest but listening closely to everything her master said behind her. Lady, Bunker, and Vis all had their eyes on their captain.
“Yes Master Zul?”
Odelle recognized the voice of her favorite innkeeper.
Zul smiled, “I’m going to be having a dinner party tomorrow night. Please make sure the Straw Hat crew knows they’re invited.”
“Yes, Master.”
“And Meyer, may I remind you how much I do hate being disappointed. If my guests don’t join us for dinner, I’ll hold you personally responsible.”
She swallowed hard, almost able to hear Meyer’s shudder through the receiver.
“...yes Master.”
At this point, the Iron Maiden had already passed the Straw Hat’s small pirate ship. A Caravel… I bet Iceburg would love working on a ship like that, looks like it’s in rough shape.
Her thoughts were once again mirrored by Vis. “I bet they’re on their way to Water 7, that ship looks like hell.”
“All the better for us that they came here first then.” Lady purred.
“I am looking forward to tomorrow.” Zul’s grin when she looked back at him made Odelle flinch a little. His eyes shot to her and his grin widened as he held a hand out for her to come down from her perch. “It should be interesting, don’t you think my pet?”
She allowed him to pull her away from the figurehead and kept her body loose when she felt his fingers tangle in the hair at the back of her head. He wrenched it back so that she was forced to look up at him, her neck straining at the angle.
“Don’t you think?” He asked again, his voice tiptoeing the line between relaxed and dangerous. The slave ship had slipped between two floating islands of Broad Bluff and was now approaching the one in the middle.
“Absolutely, master.” She replied as Zul’s stronghold, Warville Colossal, cast its shadow over the entire ship and the darkness from it’s underground dock swallowed them whole.
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Molly waggled her serving spoon at the girl sitting across the counter. “You’ve lost weight again.”
A lighthearted laugh shook Odelle’s shoulders, “You say that every time.”
The cook didn’t look amused. “That’s because it’s true every single time.” She tried to push a plate of cappel cream pie towards her, and glared when the other girl pushed it back. “Odie, please, no one is going to tell him, you need to--”
“I’m fine Molly.” Odelle stood and came around the counter, giving the older woman a kiss on the cheek, “I’m not even hungry, you worry too much!” She called back with a chuckle as she left the kitchen with the tea tray she’d come to get for Zul.
She rounded the corner into the hall and then stopped for a few moments, squeezing her eyes shut with almost painful force. You’re fine. You’re great. She tried to shut them even tighter. Don’t. Cry. Don’t.
After a few deep breaths-- also not super helpful because the smell of the orange scones and tea Molly had made for Zul were almost overwhelming-- Odelle was able to pull herself together enough to continue down the hall. She entered the main dining room just as Zul was discussing the Straw Hat crew with Lady, Bunker, and Vis.
“Their bounties may be high, but I don’t think it’s anything to worry over.” Vis was in the middle of explaining. “The normal plan should work on them. They won’t be expecting it, especially not after all of your normal hospitality.”
Lady looked up as Odelle approached with the tray. “We could be even more hospitable if you thought they’d be interested.” She said, smiling and stretching like a cat in her chair.
Dark eyes followed her gaze to his favorite slave as she set down the tray near his elbow and poured tea for him. “My pet is off limits, as always. They can have their pick of the other girls if they feel so inclined.”
Odelle finished pouring his tea and set it right where she knew it would be the most comfortable for him to reach. Normally she would leave after this, but her stomach was so empty and she felt so faint that the hope he would give some of his scone to her was too enticing. She paused for a moment, only a moment, but it was long enough for Zul to take notice.
“Is there anything you’d like to say, Pet?” He asked, his voice soft… coaxing. “You’ve been a good girl, you can say whatever you like.”
It’s a trick… it’s a test… but… Her eyes fell to the scones for a second before she stopped herself and pulled them away. Even as she looked back up at him her heart sank to her feet. He’d noticed. Of course he had.
Honey. That’s what his voice dripped with when he spoke next, but not good honey. Rotten. “Do you feel like you haven’t been given everything you deserve?”
Lady’s smile made Odelle’s skin crawl. “N-no, Master, that’s not--”
He snapped his fingers and she grunted in pain as her neck was suddenly pulled down to the floor, stopping just above it as her wrists were pulled back, twisting her arms behind her in mid-air. She was on her knees, trying to take deep breaths as her limbs shuddered from the strain of being jerked to such an awkward angle.
Her stomach turned as she felt Zul’s long fingers in her hair, petting her head almost gently. “It hurts me to have to discipline you like this.” The slave king cooed. His hand stopped just above her neck, running his index finger along the gold collar there that was biting into her skin.
“As I was saying,” Vis drew his attention back to the conversation at hand as if nothing was out of the ordinary, “Broad Bluff is known for its hospitality. They won’t be expecting an ambush, especially once they’ve left and gone out to sea.”
Lady crossed her arms, “Who says we should wait until they’re out to sea? I say we go down there now and take them.”
“Are you dense?”
Even in her current state, struggling to breathe, Odelle managed a thin laugh. She couldn’t see Lady’s face, but she knew it was probably twisted in fury.
“What-- HOW DARE YOU--”
“Eesheesheesh! Now now, no need to fight! Vis is correct, we need to take advantage of how damaged their ship is, and they’ll expect it even less once they’ve left! Eesheesheesh!” Bunker bellowed good naturedly.
The quarrelling between Vis and Lady stopped instantly as Zoran Zul banged his fist on the table. An eerie quiet fell over the great hall, broken only by soft gasps from Odelle as her strained muscles started to quiver. “We can’t take these pirates as lightly as we do others. They brought down Crocodile. As far as we know there hasn’t been a single fight they’ve lost since they entered the Grand Line.”
They beat Crocodile? Odelle was having a hard time focusing on anything other than her fingers going numb, but there was no way she wouldn’t hear that. Even Master Zul seems intimidated... maybe they’ll help the others. Her shoulders felt like they were on fire, and she bit back a whimper as the muscles in her arms spasmed painfully.
“We stick to our original plan, but we proceed with the utmost care.” Zul was saying now. “I don’t want this botched up, that crew will make us a fortune.”
His subordinates agreed, though some of them were half-hearted about it. The rest of the conversation was fairly lost on Odelle. She didn’t even notice when the others left and it was only her and Zul in the room. She didn’t notice until he snapped his fingers and the pressure on her wrists and neck released, causing her to collapse in a heap on the floor.
Agony shot through her muscles and joints as the circulation returned to them, and she had to squeeze her eyes shut to keep from crying. He will NOT see me cry. That didn’t stop her from wincing and groaning as her muscles jerked and pinched from being stressed for that long in such an unnatural position.
Zul gave a heavy sigh, acting as if the weight of the world was on his shoulders as he watched her gasp and writhe from his chair. “You know I hate doing that.” He interlocked his fingers and rested his chin on them.
“Y-yes Master.” Odelle pushed herself off the floor, doing her best to smile at him in the hopes that it would appease his temper, “I’m s-sorry I made you punish me, I know it hurts you. You give me everything I deserve.” She crawled joltingly over and rested her head on his knee. “I’m sorry Master.”
If she was looking at his face she was sure he’d have a smile wide enough to make her sick.
“Good girl.” He rested his palm against her cheek and then stood, pulling her up with him despite how unsteady she seemed on her feet. “Now, since you apologized, I will grant you one thing. One thing that you deserve.”
Not food then. That’s too risky. She paused, biting her lower lip as she thought. If it’s too much he’ll use his power on me again. Too little and I’ll get nothing. “Master, if it pleases you, can I be excused from dinner tonight? I would like to rest so that I can properly help entertain your guests tomorrow.” It was always better to make any request seem like a win-win situation. Like it’s entire purpose was to benefit him in the end.
A nod from him made her relax slightly even before he voiced his agreement. “Very well. I’m happy I have a pet that thinks of my needs.” He bent down and kissed her palms. It was not something she was unused to, but it was a gesture that made her nervous all the same. “Now, you may go, I have some things I must attend to.”
She bowed her head to him and forced herself to leave the great hall calmly, but the second the door was closed behind her she took off running, despite her still trembling muscles. He won’t be expecting to see me the rest of the night. This is my chance.
Roronoa Zoro set the two large boulders he’d been using as weights down with a resounding thud. Sweat was dripping down his arms and face, but there was a strong breeze coming from the sea so it wasn’t unbearable. He looked out towards the water. It had gotten dark fast, despite the fact that it wasn’t quite night yet, and he could just make out the choppiness of the waves below. The reef cliff he had picked to train on was one of the taller ones on the island as far as he could tell. It sloped down to the beach town they had docked the Going Merry at, and while he could still make out the lights from the town it was getting more difficult by the minute.
“Guess I better head back.” He shrugged his haramaki back on, as he’d taken it off and set it and his swords aside while training.
As he bent to collect his swords, a slight movement and light in the shadows of the trees caught his eye. Zoro peered after the soft warm glow as it bobbed along towards the furthest point of the cliff. Curious, he crept along after it, coming to a stop in an encasement of bushes and watching as a figure carrying a lantern stepped up to the edge of the reef that plummeted straight down into the sea. A girl?
The soft light of the lantern she was carrying was just enough for the him to make out her features even as the storm clouds rolled in. Red hair whipped around her face as the wind picked up, and he was surprised that it didn’t push her back and towards him with how thin and petite she was. Despite the fact that it did make her tilt back slightly, her footing was firm. Determined.
What the heck is she doing up there, doesn’t she know that’s dangerous? Zoro suddenly thought, half standing up as he stepped forward to warn her. A drop of water hit his cheek and he looked up at the sky. It hadn’t started raining yet, but he knew something wet had hit his skin. He looked back towards the girl and saw her face turned towards him. She was looking past him, more in the direction of the town below and the island in general. She’s crying. Zoro realized in shock. But why--
He saw her lips move, forming a sentence that was blown away by the wind as she set the lantern down and took one more step out towards sea. Over the cliff.
“What the-- WAIT NO!” Zoro shouted, the wind shoving the words back down his throat even as he sprinted forward, his hand outstretched. He rushed to the precipice, just in time to see the dark water below him splash up around the girl who had been standing there only moments before. Without any thought for his clothes or shoes the swordsman dove off the cliff, the wind stinging his face right before the water closed around him.
The sea was dark and the only thing Zoro could do was swim down and reach his hand out as far as it would go, hoping beyond hope that his fingers would connect with cloth or skin. He couldn’t see anything in front of him, just an empty abyss. Right as he started to lose hope and knew he’d have to surface for air his fingers brushed against what felt like fabric and he made one last desperate push downwards, his arms closing around the body of the girl he’d jumped in to save.
An angry current swept him up and into part of the reef that formed the cliff he’d just been on. The force of it made him gasp and he felt ice cold water flooding his throat and lungs. Luckily the current also brought him and his burden up to the surface and he choked as his head breached a wave and he could finally breathe. He tried to get his feet against the cliff as another wave flung them towards it but he got pulled under again, gargling and tightening his grip around the girl’s waist.
His memory flashed to a picture of the beach and town not too far from the cliffs and he swam hard in the direction he thought it would be. As he breached the surface of the water again he threw his head about frantically, trying to get his bearings. While he’d taken them further out to sea, they were now in a position to just let the waves carry them to shore, though he recognized it as the forested shore on the opposite side of the cliff and not the one with his crew. He stopped fighting to swim and allowed the current to bring them to the sand, using all his effort now to keep the girl’s head and his own above the water.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Zoro was dragging the girl up onto the shore. His chest was heaving and his lungs felt like they were burning from inhaling the icy salt water, but he rolled the instigator of the whole mess onto her back to check on her. Even though it was dark he could tell now that this person was probably only a year or so younger than him. The water in his lungs made him cough harshly as he took her wrist, checking for a pulse before starting chest compressions.
She’s not just thin, there’s nothing to her. He had noticed before how light she felt, but now that he was getting a better look at her he was starting to realize that it was more than just that. At first glance there would be nothing amiss, but he’d had his hands on her waist and he’d felt her ribs under her skin. She looks like a ghost. Being half-drowned probably didn’t help.
“Come on, come one…” He hacked as he worked, his ribs and muscles aching. Her skin was deathly pale and cold, and he found himself wishing he wasn’t also drenched so that he could provide some sort of warmth. The wind causing the waves that had tossed them about was biting now that they were out of the water, chilling him to the bone.
The moment he felt he could do it without coughing again he took a deep breath and held the girl’s nose, pressing his mouth against hers and blowing air into her lungs. He’d seen this done only once before, and a long time ago so he wasn’t even sure if it would help but he knew he had to try something.
Chest compressions, breaths.
Chest compressions, breaths.
“Maybe I’m not doing it right…” Zoro grunted as he started another round of chest compressions. “Come on…”
Suddenly the girl writhed and turned to the side, throwing up water and coughing harshly as her body shook from the cold. She stayed leaning to the side for a few moments as she took in deep, shaking breaths and groaned a little, one of her hands going to rub her chest where it was probably bruised from Zoro trying to revive her.
A glance to the side where the swordsman was leaning back in relief and her eyes widened in panic. The girl reached haphazardly for her boot and scuttled away from Zoro, still coughing as she held something out towards him.
“A pocket knife? What are you, flirting with me?” He shook his head, unconcerned. “I’d think a ‘thank you’ was in order, after I just saved your life and all.” Zoro saw her tipping into unconsciousness and rushed forward to catch her before she could hit the ground. The knife dropped from her hand and made a faint ringing sound as it hit the patch of stone she’d scrambled to when she awoke.
He picked her up with ease, situating her so that she was tight against his chest. “Swords first, then Chopper.” Reef sand swallowed his feet with every step as he made his way off the beach and up to the cliff where he’d left his things, checking the girl’s breathing every few minutes just to make sure she was okay.
The wooden boardwalk that connected all of the buildings in the small island town creaked loudly as Zoro ran over them, his eyes locked on one sign at the very end that read “The Three Legged Fox”. He burst into the inn by kicking the door open-- and almost off the hinges. Every head in the inn turned in his direction but he only cared about one. “Chopper! I need you now!”
A set of tiny antlers swung popped up from where the Straw Hat crew were sitting around a table near the fireplace. The reindeer slid off the chair he’d been perched on and rushed over, turning into his human form so that he could take the unconscious patient from his crewmate easier, “Zoro? Who’s this? What happened?”
“She fell off the cliffs nearby.” He replied breathlessly. “I got her out of the sea and was able to revive her but she went unconscious again.”
The rest of the crew were also out of their seats and only seconds behind Chopper.
Sanji peered around Zoro’s back to get a better look at the girl and his eyes went all glossy. “An angel fell from heaven and I wasn’t there to rescue her?” He cried dramatically then turned a fiery gaze on the swordsman, “YOU JERK! It should have been me!”
“Who cares who it was as long as someone was there to save her, idiot!” Nami whacked the blonde upside the head as Chopper and Robin left the room, taking the girl upstairs so the doctor could look her over.
Zoro’s hand shot out like a bullet to grab the back of Luffy’s collar as the captain shot after them. “Leave them be, don’t smother her.”
The rubber man sighed unhappily, “But this is the most interesting thing to happen all day! I wanna see her!”
“Leave it Luffy.” Nami shook her head at him, but it didn’t make much difference. She let her eyes wander Zoro, “Are you okay? We should have Chopper look at you next.”
“It’s nothing I can’t handle, worry about her first.”
Usopp leaned forward, peering at the swordsman curiously. “Do you know what she was doing so close to the cliffs? That seems dangerous. Does she have a death wish?”
“Luffy stop… She might. I said she fell but the truth is it looked intentional.”
“No.” Luffy suddenly stopped trying to squirm out of Zoro’s grasp. The tone of his voice was steady and firm. “No one wants to die.” His crew looked up at him as he stood there, the light of the from the fireplace playing with shadows on the wall behind him.
Finally releasing his fingers from his Captain’s shirt, Zoro shook his head, “It wasn’t that she wanted to I think. It was more like… she had to. I don’t know what’s going on here, but I don’t like it.”
Luffy’s hands were clenched at his side now, “Then we’re going to figure it out, and when we do, we’ll save her again if we have to, but we’ll do it together this time.”
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A tentative knock on the door to her quarters shook Odelle from her concentrated examination of the newest set of whip marks on her back. “Come in.”
The door creaked open only slightly at first, and the face of a fishman came into view, his pure black eyes finding her instantly. His expression matched the pain radiating from her back and he stepped further into the room holding a basin of water and some soft cloths, scuffing his feet as his mouth opened and closed awkwardly.
“It’s not your fault.” She smiled with all the warmth she could muster, holding out a hand for him to come closer. “Don’t you dare feel bad for this. It’s on me, okay?”
He approached her and set the basin down on a table nearby. Then he knelt at her feet and rested his head on her knees. “I’m sorry.” His webbed fingers rested against her legs as his voice broke over the apology she’d just told him not to make. “I’m so sorry Odie.”
“Oh Tej…” Odelle ran her fingers through his hair and bent over, ignoring the sharp pains in her back as she leaned so that her forehead rested on his cheek. Her other hand brushed across the scars on his neck where his gills had been stitched closed long ago. “I’m the one who should be apologizing. I wish I was strong enough to--”
“STOP.” Suddenly he lifted his head, forcing her to straighten with a hiss as it moved torn and angry skin. Tej put his hands on either side of her face and stared deeply into her eyes. “You have been taking the beatings of everyone on this island for years. You’re the strongest person I’ve ever met. It’s the rest of us that owe you, not the other way around.”
“You don’t--”
“I said stop.” His voice became more gentle then, and he let go of her face. “Let us help you.”
Odelle’s eyes rested on the water and linens he’d set down previously. She wanted to warn him away, tell him not to worry like she did every other time. Tell him he’d be in trouble if anyone found out he’d used the nice cloth to clean her wounds. It wasn’t the first time she’d done so, but somehow this was different. She was so tired, she needed help. Last night proved that by a long shot.
His eyes softened and he smiled in gratitude. “Thank you.”
She laid down on her stomach on the bed with Tej’s help, only wincing a few times as she folded her arms under her and rested her head on her hands. Luckily, his skin was always a few degrees cold so when he brushed his fingers over the cuts and welts it was almost pleasant. “I should have come last night, right after it happened.” He chided himself.
Odelle looked up at him through her hair, “I’m glad you didn’t. I wasn’t in a place to listen last night. Or explain.”
“But you are today?”
“I’m letting you fix me up aren’t I?” She teased.
Tej smiled a little at her, then frowned again as he went back to inspecting the damage. “He was so mad when he couldn’t find you. You must have known he’d go ballistic. Where were you?” He asked as he took a cloth and soaked it before wringing the water out.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath as he laid the wet fabric over the cuts on her shoulders. “Ahhhh… I didn’t… mmm… I guess I wasn’t thinking.” The redhead turned her face so that it was hidden from her friend. “I just wanted to disappear.”
Even without looking she could feel his whole body stiffen next to her. “What do you mean?” He asked, caution in his voice.
“Did you see all those people they brought back yesterday?” Odelle bit her lip, tears welling up in her eyes. “He used me as a lure again, and I went along with it because…” Her voice broke, “I knew what he was doing, I knew it would mean more slaves on the trip back. More lives ruined because of me but I went along with it anyway. I’m the reason most of those people are here now. I was the reason you were caught and Arissa and Meyer... everyone I love is here because of me. So I…” Sobs shook her body “... I thought that you all would be better off if I wasn’t here anymore.”
“Never.” His tone was firm, but there was a watery quality to it that she hadn’t expected.
She reached a hand out from under herself and she felt webbed fingers intertwined with hers. It was amazing how immediately the gesture calmed her nerves. The tears slowed to sniffles and she turned her head again to look at him.
Tej was silent for a few moments, then asked softly, “What happened?”
“I jumped off the West Cliff, but someone saved me.”
A flash of green caught her eye as she turned back and took the final step off the cliff. Her breath caught in her throat as a hand reached out towards her and she had just enough time to wonder what someone else was doing up here as gravity pulled her down into the sea. Right before she hit the water she might have called to the person but she couldn’t be sure.
She remembered strong arms lifting her to the surface again before another wave had pulled them both under. “I don’t remember most of it, but when I woke up I was at the Three-Legged Fox.”
One-handed, so that he could keep hold of hers with the other, Tej place another damp cloth over her wounds. “Meyer’s place? What were you doing there?” He winced with her as she gasped from his ministrations to her back.
“Uhm…” She faltered, taking another deep breath before she finally responded in full. “It’s where the Straw Hat crew is staying. Their swordsman was the one that saved me. At first I was mad, but now I’m grateful. If he hadn’t, last night would have been much worse for you and the others. I should have known Zul would flip when he couldn’t find me. I’m sorry, it was thoughtless of me.”
“This is going to hurt a little.”
“AHH! Damn it…” Odelle moaned out between grit teeth as Tej cleaned her cuts more thoroughly now. “You’re doing this on purpose.” She accused, raising and eyebrow at him.
“Yep. Stop blaming yourself for literally saving me.” He reprimanded with a smile. “I mean, do give yourself credit for saving me and stop blaming yourself for Zul being the monster he’s always been. He doesn’t need you for that, he’s a cruel all on his own.” The fishman frowned again, “I’ll have to thank that swordsman though, for rescuing you from your own stupidity.”
Odelle pursed her lips. “I am not stupid.”
“You talked yourself into jumping off a cliff when you can’t swim because you thought we, the people you literally save on a daily basis, would be better off without you. That’s stupid.” Tej smiled a bit at her grumbled, unintelligible reply. “So what happened after you woke up at Meyers?”
At first, she didn’t want to say any more about the night before, but eventually, he coaxed the story out of her.
// The previous night \\
When Odelle regained consciousness, the first thing she noticed was how sore she was. Her body felt like it had been trampled by horses and her throat was desert dry and raw to the bone. She tried to sit up but only made it halfway before she started coughing and instantly regretted all of her life decisions up until this point. It seemed as if the skin of her throat had caught fire and the pain was so great her mind went blank for a good few moments.
“You’re up!” A child said from somewhere nearby, “Don’t move, you need to rest.”
She opened her eyes with some effort, but closed them almost immediately against the bright lights above. “Ah… is this… the afterlife?” That’s wrong, there’s too much pain for that.
“Sorry, you did your best, but you didn’t quite make it there.” Another voice spoke from further away, this one deeper.
“Zoro!” The child scolded.
“What? You asked me to be in here.”
“So I could give you a check up, not so you could be rude to my patient.”
Odelle opened her eyes again, this time in stages so they could adjust to the light better. She turned her head towards the voices and at first there were just two blurs, one green and one brown. After a few moments her eyes began to focus and she could see a green haired man sitting in a chair about ten feet away with a small furry animal bandaging his arm.
“A… reindeer?” She murmured, confused. Even her voice sounded foreign with as raspy as it was.
The antlered oddity turned towards her and came hopping over to the side of the bed, checking her over with more care than she’d felt in a long time. “You’ve been unconscious for a few hours, how do you feel?”
“I feel… I’m fine.” The more she glanced around the more she recognized the style of the room they were in. Clean, simple, all pale wood and white paint. “Am I at the Inn?”
“That’s right,” Little hooves rested along the inside of her wrist as if checking her pulse. She couldn’t help but smile a little as his head nodded in satisfaction. “Zoro brought you here after he fished you out of the sea.”
Zoro… that guy? She looked over at the man sitting across the room. “You saved… me?”
He shrugged. “Chopper did most of the work. I just got you to dry land.”
“Why would you…”
“Do you think you’re not worth saving?” It was a rhetorical question, she could tell he wasn’t really expecting an answer. It cut her to the soul but she realized that it was true. She didn’t think she was worth it. Yet this stranger risked his own life…
“I wish you hadn’t.”
Zoro didn’t look phased. “Go jump off the cliff again then. If that’s what you really want.”
It wasn’t, and he knew it. The second he saw the expression on her face, a smirk hit his lips. She looked away, not used to having such a casual understanding with anyone she’d just met.
“Zoro!” Chopper, as she figured the reindeer must be named, opened the door and kicked Zoro out into the hallway, “You’re obviously feeling well enough to insult people so go join the others!” He closed the door, then paused and opened it again, calling at the swordsman’s retreating back, “Don’t you dare take those bandages off! And the stairs are in the other direction!”
There was the sound of an annoyed curse and then Zoro passed by the doorway again in a hurry.
Once the door had shut, the reindeer’s bedside manner was back and he approached her again. “Sorry about that.”
She shook her head, “It’s okay.”
Big soft eyes watched her carefully. “You don’t really mean it do you? About wanting to die?”
He’s sooooo cute… Odelle thought to herself. “No, I don’t.”
Chopper’s eyes lit up and his blue nose twitched happily. “I’m so glad! I was worried!” He smiled up at her with such enthusiasm that she could feel herself smiling too. Then he paused, “...But… if you don’t want to die, then why did you jump off the cliff?”
Odelle looked down. “I just…” She thought through her response with some care before she answered “... I just don’t want to be here anymore.”
“Come with us then.”
Her laugh sounded like music to Chopper, despite the fact that her voice was still rough from her ordeal. “That’s generous, but I can’t do that either.”
“Why not?”
It was such a simple question, but suddenly tears welled up in her eyes. “I.. I’ve been so selfish. I can’t leave everyone behind. I wanted to disappear so that Master Zul would never be able to use me to hurt anyone else, but I didn’t even stop to think how much I would hurt them by leaving!” She cried into her hands, “I can’t leave them, not with him, not like this!” She felt emotionally raw, damaged, and she couldn’t stop herself from talking. It was too much, and this little deer was too kind and warm. It was such an easy thing to let it all out.
“Master… Zul…?” Chopper asked. He obviously didn’t know about the islands.
Odelle didn’t get a chance to respond before the door to the room was flung open.
A tall blonde in a dark suit entered first, and when his eyes fell on her his entire face lit up like he’d just been given the best present in the entire world. “An angel is in our midst, what did we do to deserve this blessing?” He cried, raising a hand dramatically and motioning to her with a wave. His other hand was occupied with a mug of something, otherwise she was certain he would have done the same with it as well. “What’s this? Tears? Tell me who made you cry and I will kick them into the ground… it was that damn moss head wasn’t it?” His tone changed so fast it almost gave her whiplash.
Moss… head..? Her eyebrows furrowed until she remembered Zoro’s green hair. Ah… wait, he looked familiar now that I think about it...
“Don’t just come bursting in here unless you have a good reason!” Chopper barked.
“Odelle!” Another figure slipped into the room and the Innkeeper was at her side even quicker than the blonde. “I’m so glad you’re alright!”
“Odelle?” The man with the curled eyebrows looked even happier.
She beamed up at Meyer through watery eyes. “I’m so sorry if I worried you.”
“No more than usual.” The bigger man chuckled through his beard, brushing her hair back from her face tenderly. “What were you thinking?”
“I wasn’t, I--”
“If you dare try to apologize…”
“Such a beautiful name for a beautiful young lady!” The blonde was still swooning as he approached the bed, then gently placed the mug down on an end table. “My name is Sanji, but you can call me your faithful servant! I made you a cup of lemon tea with honey! It will help your throat, and then I’ll make you some real food.”
The redhead sighed and sat up with some effort and a lot of help from Chopper and the two men. “Thank you, but I have to go.”
Sanji’s mouth fell open along with Chopper’s but Meyer didn’t look surprised in the least.
“You have to be kidding.” Sanji finally spoke, this time all business. “You’re in no position to leave. Not only did you almost drown, but you’re severely malnourished. I can’t allow that sort of thing when I’m around to prevent it.”
“I’m not.” She replied.
“She’s not.” Meyer sounded disappointed, but resigned.
“As your doctor, I won’t let you!” Chopper shook his head adamantly.
Odelle slid out of the bed, finding her footing after a few moments with only minimal help from the others. “I have to return to Warville Colossal. I’ve been selfish enough as it is.”
Meyer sighed. “You’re allowed to think of yourself sometimes Odie.”
“We’re slaves, Meyer. We don’t get to make that call.”
Sanji froze. “You’re… slaves?”
“Both of you?” Chopper added, looking horrified.
“I… yes, well…” Odelle rubbed the back of her neck with her hand “... damn… we’re not supposed to tell visitors that. If I wasn’t so out of it…” Suddenly she perked up and clapped her hands together. “Visitors! That reminds me, Meyer, I need to find the crew of that caravel that’s docked nearby. The Straw Hat pirates.”
“Ah, right, you see--”
“I know you’re not supposed to help me, and they’re pirates so they probably won’t care, but I need to speak to their captain.”
“I can--”
“I overheard Master Zul talking about the Straw Hats. He’s actually nervous about trying to capture them, can you believe it? I think we might have a chance Meyer, like an actual honesty-to-god chance!” The waterfall of words couldn’t be stopped now that she’d started. Perhaps it was fate that had brought someone to save her from the sea. Either way, she now knew what she had to do. She had to beg the one person she’d seen Zul be intimidated by to save them. She’d make him agree no matter what. “I just have to talk to him. I’ll make him see our side, I’ll give him anything he wants. He has to help. He’s the only one that can.”
Next to her, Sanji chuckled. Even Chopper was grinning ear to ear.
She looked at them curiously, “If you don’t think I’m serious--”
Sanji took her hand, “My dear, I’ve never seen someone so determined. It just so happens that you’ve come to the right place. Let me introduce myself.” He put his other hand to his chest with a flourish. “My name is Blackleg Sanji, and I’m the chef for the Straw Hat Pirates.”
“Tony Tony Chopper.” The reindeer nodded, “I’m their doctor.”
“Nami,” Came a voice from the door. Odelle looked up to see more people blocking the frame. The speaker this time was a girl with orange hair. “I’m Monkey D. Luffy’s navigator.”
“I’m Captain Usopp!” A hand shot up from a long-nosed man with goggles, “Adventurer of the sea and the sniper of the infamous Straw Hat crew!”
A stretchy fist came out from the shadows and knocked him upside the head, “I’M the captain!” A straw hat came around the door frame, a huge grin and bright eyes showing from underneath it. “I’m Monkey. D. Luffy and I’m going to be King of the Pirates!” He stepped forward, “But first, I’m going to save this island and you’re going to join my crew!”
Chapter Text
“Dinner is ready, and the Straw Hat Pirates should be here soon. I saw them borrowing a boat to come across.” Tej poked his head into the dressing room where all the dancing girls were getting ready. “I’ve got to go down to the docks and welcome them. Are you ready?”
Odelle looked up from her mirror as she twisted red hair around her fingers, “As ready as I’ll ever be.”
“You look good.”
“Thanks.” She smiled at him as best she could given the circumstances. “Good enough to kill?”
Tej frowned a little. “You’re still going through with this? You’re putting everyone at risk.”
One of the other dancers, a beautiful dark haired girl name Keltie turned and stared the fishman down. “We’re putting ourselves at risk, thank you very much.”
Blossom and Fern, the twins, nodded into their mirrors. “This is our best shot.”
“Don’t you want to be free? No matter what it takes?” Odelle asked him, here eyes too sincere for him to not look at her and feel ashamed for what he said. “We’re all taking the risk together. We’re banking everything on a few good people, even if we die, it’s worth it.”
He sighed and hung his head a little, “You’re right. I’m sorry.”
Odelle stood and went over to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and nestling her face against the scars where his gills used to be. “You don’t have to be sorry.” She whispered, only for him. “I’m scared too. We all are… but we can’t live like this anymore.”
“How do we even know that they’ll be able to make a difference?” Tej asked, wrapping his arms carefully around her waist. The dancing outfit she was wearing looked more like a unique bathing suit than anything else and it did nothing to hide the latest layer of cuts and welts on her back.
“The Straw Hat navigator, Nami, told me that Luffy was the one who beat up Crocodile.”
Tej jumped back from her in surprise, searching her face and becoming even more shocked when he saw the honesty there. “You’re serious?!”
She nodded excitedly. “Don’t you see? If someone like that is willing to help us, we have to let him try. He’s the only one who could take out Zul.”
Tej just nodded his head, still dumbfounded.
“Go, you have to show them up, don’t be late or Master Zul will be angry.” Keltie pushed the fishman towards the door.
“We have a chance.” Tej poked his head around the door again.
“Fins crossed.” Odelle grinned at him and, for the first time, he grinned back.
Warville Colossal was not at all what the crew of the Going Merry expected it to be. From the outside it was an imposing fortress that undoubtedly struck fear into the heart of anyone who saw it. On the inside it looked more like a fancy museum with marble floors, white granite walls, gold accents along all of the trim, and cases upon cases of trophies & priceless art. Usopp, Nami, Chopper, and Luffy couldn’t get enough of peering at everything they came across. Unique sculptures, vintage armor, and jewel-encrusted weapons were displayed on every wall.
“This stuff must be worth a fortune!” Nami gaped.
Their guide nodded, “Master Zul takes great pride in his collection, I believe it’s value was last quoted at three hundred and fifty billion beri.”
“BILLION???” Chopper, Usopp, and Luffy all shouted in unison.
Meanwhile, the navigator’s eyes glossed over, “So… much…”
“Calm down, treasure isn’t what we’re here for.” Sanji said as he took another long drag on his cigarette.
Zoro had admired some swords that he’d seen in the hall, but besides that he was too focused on the plan to gush over the show of wealth. His fingers tapped the hilts of his swords absentmindedly.
“I hope we aren’t too late,” Robin remarked, “It would be a shame to hold up a good meal.”
The fishman motioned them through a door, “Guests are never late.”
They were ushered into a massive arboretum at what must have been the top floor of the fortress, and the whole crew stared in amazement at the exotic plants and trees, fed by fountains and tiny rivers imbedded in the floor.
“Meeaaat…” Luffy groaned, Usopp and Chopper following his glazed eyes to the center of the room.
Sanji also looked impressed, “They must have an amazing cook.”
A large “C” shaped dining table was laid out with plenty of food and drink for all of the people on all of the surrounding islands combined. Roasted meats, fried bread, slivered vegetables, and platters of fresh fruit were arranged in mountains all along the inner edge while other guests were already situated around the outside eating their fill and talking uproariously. At the tip of the curve sat a man who smiled widely at their entrance and raised his hands in greeting, “Ah, you’ve arrived!”
The other guests, about 15 in number, stopped talking and eating and all turned to see who the newcomers were. Despite the elegance of their surroundings, those at the table seemed decidedly too rough for a party like this. A true group of pirates, con men, and slave traders if ever Zoro saw one.
“Well at least we’re not under dressed.” Usopp muttered under his breath.
“Introducing, the Straw Hat Pirates,” The young man who had led them here bowed to the group at the table. He then turned to the crew of the Merry and motioned to the imposing figure at the head of the table. “My Master.”
The man in question stood slowly from where he’d been lounging on a couch. He was impressively tall, the dinner table that seemed huge compared to the others sitting at it only came up to his knees. Long dark hair fell around his face and though he looked clean cut and there was no tension in his body, when he smiled again they could see his teeth were filed into perfectly slotted points. As he pointed out where they could sit, Zoro noticed his fingernails were sharp and pointed as well.
“Soran Zul, at your service.” The Slave King’s dark eyes lit up as he motioned for them to join the group at the table. “I’m so glad you accepted my invitation.” As they all sat down, he spoke to their guide, “Tej, go bring the musicians and dancers, I want my guests to be entertained.”
The fishman nodded and left so quickly and silently that it was almost as if he’d just simply vanished into thin air.
“Thank you, for inviting us to this feast.” Sanji offered first in the way of conversation, making good on their plan to stay on their host’s good side until the last possible moment.
Luffy had already dug into the food with reckless abandon like always, and Zul smiled again. Nami suppressed a shiver at his smile. It stretched up his face in a way that reminded her of a spider watching its prey. His movements were jerky and distorted, almost like his brain and his body were on two separate tracks. No wonder Odelle was so scared when she talked about him. He’s a monster if ever I’ve seen one.
“It is my pleasure…” Soran spoke again. Even his voice sounded like something you wouldn’t want to hear in a dark alley “ have the infamous Straw Hat pirates as my guests. It’s not every day I get to entertain such a prestigious crew.” His face turned towards Robin, “What did you think of my collection?”
“You have a good eye for valuable keepsakes.” Robin responded, her voice even. “I doubt anyone else has a collection as grand as this one.”
He smiled again, making the navigator’s skin crawl. “I’m delighted you think so, but you haven’t even seen all of it yet.” Soran motioned to the door as a group of slaves carrying golden instruments entered the room, followed by seven beautiful girls in intricately detailed costumes. “My slaves are worth more than anything I have in my museum.”
Zoro’s eyes immediately fell on a girl in the middle of the group. Odelle. She looked better than when he’d seen her last night, though that was probably in large to the fact that she was dressed up and her skin painted with gold. The parts of her hair that weren’t braided back framed her face in loose waves, highlighting the freckles that dusted her nose, cheeks, and shoulders. Okay, a LOT better than last night.
His captain caught on to his sudden focus and followed his gaze. The rest of the crew followed suit, though they tried to be discreet about it. Luffy on the other hand stopped eating and watched her, remembering why they agreed to this banquet in the first place.
Sanji was sparkling at her and the other dancers the way he always did, but it was obvious that Odelle was the one he was gushing over the most.
There was a flash of recognition in her eyes as well before she saw her master watching her like a hawk and lowered her gaze.
“Lovely, isn’t she?” Zul offered, motioning for Odelle to step out of line and come forward. She did so without hesitation, though a well trained eye could catch the tensing of muscles around her collarbone. “I’ve had her the longest out of all my slaves.”
As she moved closer between the two tables to the middle of the “C” shape where Zul was sitting, it seemed like all eyes were on her. The other guests watched her with almost animalistic appreciation, but the Straw Hat’s watched her with nervousness. Even more so after she had passed them and they were able to see her back. Zoro’s eyes widened and he heard Nami gasp softly. They had all seen her scars yesterday, but those had been older. Her pale skin was now red and angry, covered in cuts and welts that were new since they’d seen her last night. There was gold paint covering some of them, but Chopper knew that meant they might get infected, as new as they were.
Zoro could feel Luffy tensing next to him, and grabbed his wrist under the table. Not yet.
For once, Luffy listened and just kept eating to distract himself.
Soran saw them watching her and he grinned, “I may have had her the longest, but she’s not completely broken in yet. Just the tiniest defiant streak still but it makes things interesting.”
Some of the other men at the table chuckled cruelly at his words, but Nami shuddered inwardly at the idea of what this man might consider ‘interesting’. She instead chose to smile at Odelle.
Odelle was now standing directly in front of the slaver, eyes downcast and palms outstretched like she was waiting for something.
Nami tried to sell the idea that this was the first time any of them had seen her. “What’s your name?”
“Her name is Pet.” Odelle swallowed hard as Zul replied for her. He reached out and faced his hands down to rest on top of hers. “I got her from pirates actually. They sold her to me for a fortune that I was stupid enough to pay.”
“What do you mean?” Asked Luffy around a mouthful of food.
The large man drew her hands towards his mouth and kissed them. Despite what seemed like a tender gesture, Zoro could tell that Odelle instinctively pulled away. Zul’s eyes shot to her face, his expression a warning and she stopped in her tracks as he answered Luffy’s question. “They were going to sell me a devil fruit, but she accidentally ate it. So they sold me her instead. I was more than happy to buy her at the time since I figured I would at least have a slave with whatever power it held. However, she doesn’t have any powers, so she’s not worth what I gave them for her. Pretty enough, but just a trophy.”
Odelle winced slightly and Zoro could almost see her muscles straining from the effort of not pulling her hands away from her masters. When he paid closer attending he could see blood running along the underside of her arm. He froze, watching Zul dig sharp fingernails into her palms as he spoke so calmly with them.
“Master please…” Her voice struck a chord with the swordsman. It was soft and clear and though she was obviously in pain, it didn’t color her tone as much as it could have.
He released her hands and motioned her away, licking his fingers as she went. Nami felt like gagging.
Blue eyes caught Zoro’s, and to his utter disbelief there was a smile in them when she looked at him, though it was gone again once she looked away and went to join the other slave girls dancing for the guests entertainment.
Luffy raised his hand hesitantly, “Um, Mr. Slave Guy?”
Nami knocked him upside the head as Zul looked over at him. “Yes, captain?”
“What do you mean she doesn’t have any powers? If she ate a devil fruit she’d have to have some kind of ability.”
A heavy sigh came from the chest of their host. He almost sounded sad. “It’s true that she can’t swim, but that’s the only indication that she even ate a devil fruit. After she did they locked her up with chains made of sea prism stone because she was such a reckless and defiant child that they were a bit scared of whatever power she would have had. I removed her chains after I bought her and…” He paused “...encouraged her to show me what she could do, but to no avail.”
The whole crew seemed confused so their host spoke again, trying to explain.
“I’ve tried figuring out which devil fruit it was that she ate, but I think it’s probably a dud. Or the human human fruit-” Luffy opened his mouth to remark that Chopper was a reindeer that ate the human human fruit, but was instantly subdued with a quick kick to his shins from Sanji under the table “-which would be useless.” Soran said nonchalantly, lounging back in his chair and watching his slave girls dance. “She doesn’t know either, though I didn’t believe her at first.”
“At first?” Sanji asked. He could feel his blood pressure rising, his heart beating faster. He knew the answer already, but he needed to hear it out loud.
The slaver shrugged and swirled his wine in his glass, “There’s only so many beatings someone can take before they cave in and tell you anything you want to know. There’s only so much mental and physical stress you can apply before someone breaks. It was the first thing I attempted when I bought her. I was so eager to know which power she possessed. I tried my best, but the only thing she ever had to say was that she didn’t know, and no child that young has the strength to resist that much.”
A cracking sound followed his last words and Zul’s chuckling died down so that he could take a good look at his now frozen guests. They had all stopped eating a few moments ago and they weren’t sharing in his mirth. Most people did, even if just out of fear. Odelle and the other girls had stopped dancing and were looking from Zul to Zoro in confusion. The only eyes that mattered to the swordsman however were watching him in concern.
Sorry, I know this wasn’t part of the plan. Zoro looked down at the table where he’d accidentally snapped some of the intricate carving work off the side when he’d clenched his fists. He could feel Luffy shaking slightly next to him. Ah, like always, the plan is screwed.
“How young?” The Straw Hat captain asked, his voice low.
“Pardon?” Zul responded as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
“You said she was young. When you bought her. How young?” Luffy clarified as he pulled his hat to cover his eyes a little.
Zul shrugged as he took a long sip of his wine before answering. “She was eight I believe. Rather scrawny though. I remember thinking she was younger.” He eyed her where she stood, her expression tactfully soft and submissive though her body was tense. “At least she’s filled out well, wouldn’t you agree?”
The tiniest tremor in her muscles caught Zoro’s attention and his eyes widened even further. It was taking all of his self control to not just vault over the table and dice up his host right then and there. He knew that Luffy wouldn’t have the same qualms. He could have stopped him, headed off his rage before he did something stupid. As he felt Luffy's arm stretch past him like a bullet though, he felt nothing but satisfaction.
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“There are a few things you should know about the people who live in Warville Colossal.” Odelle accepted a plate of scrambled eggs and toast from Sanji with a smile that made him melt, and then turned serious again. “If you want to have any chance at beating them at least.”
“Warville Colossal?” Luffy asked, eyeing the plate of food but resisting the urge to sneak some.
“Soran Zul’s stronghold. On the middle island.” She nodded, “If you go in blind, it won’t be good for any of you.”
Zoro was leaning against the fireplace in the main room of the inn with his arms crossed, “So what do we need to know?”
It seemed like the whole world had come to a stop as Luffy’s fist connected with Soran Zul’s face. He sent the Slave King flying across the room to the dismayed gasps of the slaves and the murderous growls of the other dinner guests. Zul hit the wall with such a crash that it actually caused a crack to rush up the stone & plaster from where he’d connected with it.
Rose Lady and Vis, who had been sitting on either side of their captain, jumped to their feet in unison. Their expressions were murderous and the room was silent for a few moments as both crews squared off before the quiet was broken by deep, booming laughter.
It was Zul, chuckling as he got to his feet and brushed himself off.
“You’re more powerful than I gave you credit for. I had been wondering where a kid like you managed to get such a high bounty. Now…” His tone took a harsh turn as he approached the table once more and loomed over his guests “... would you like to explain why you did that, especially after I’ve been such a benevolent host.”
Luffy looked up from underneath the brim of his straw hat, his face dark. “You talk about people like they’re expendable and like they only matter if they look nice and if they give you what you want. I may not know much but I do know one thing.” His hands became fists at his side as he shouted, “PEOPLE ARE WORTH MORE THAN THAT YOU BASTARD!”
“Wait dammit!” Sanji jumped forward as Luffy prepared to attack once again, but he was too slow and the rubber man shot forward towards a smiling Soran Zul.
The Straw Hat crew was staring at Odelle in shock.
“What do you mean, the log pose won’t reset?” Nami stuttered anxiously.
“Once you get to Broad Bluff, the log pose will only ever point to Warville Colossal. So if you tried to leave, it would just keep pointing to these islands.”
Usopp’s jaw closed with a loud click. “Y-you m-mean… we’re s-stuck h-here? FOREVER?”
Odelle shook her head vehemently, red hair swishing around her face. “Soran Zul ate the Magu Magu Devil Fruit. He’s a Magnet Man and he can control the magnetic field of anything he touches. If he wants to trap someone here, he can alter the magnetic fields around the island so their log poses will never reset.” She looked over at Robin. “You know what that means.”
Robin nodded, sighing, “The only way we can leave is if the Slave King allows it or if he’s dead.”
“What’s he able to do in battle? Can he alter magnetic fields for people?” Zoro asked, his mind on the tactical side of things.
Odelle played with her last piece of toast a little as she answered, choosing her words carefully. “Not exactly. He can’t alter the magnetic force of a human, but he can alter the fields of whatever that person is touching like their clothes, jewelry, weapons… you get the idea.”
Sanji took a long drag on his cigarette and blew out a ring of smoke, “So basically, don’t let him touch you. That knocks out pretty much all of us except Usopp and Nami as far as attacks go. The rest of us are too hands-on.”
The two in question paled at the thought.
“I WANNA BE THE ONE TO BEAT HIS ASS.” Luffy shouted, almost angrily.
Luffy was repelled violently into a nearby wall as he punched Zul again. His clothes all seemed to be stuck to the now cracked stone and he struggled against them angrily, shouting Zul’s name the entire time.
Within a few quick movements Zoro had vaulted over the dining table and was making his way towards his captain when he was cut off by a woman who seemed to be the Slave King’s second in command. She smiled at him, licking her lips in a way that repulsed him thoroughly.
“Out of my way!” He drew one of his swords and sent an attack in her direction but was suddenly jerked forward as the cords of a nine tail whip wrapped around his blade and nearly pulled it out of his hand. Almost before he could even process what was happening she send a lightning fast kick to his midsection, knocking the air out of him and forcing him back. He lost grip on his sword in that moment and hit the sturdy dining table with a loud crash and a pained grunt.
“Fire Star!” Zoro heard Usopp shout from behind him. A stream of flames shot towards Rose Lady, and she grimaced as she raised her hands defensively.
“So this Rose Lady person is Slave Guy’s vice captain?” Luffy clarified.
“Yes, and she is almost as formidable as he is, despite the fact that she has no Devil Fruit powers.” Odelle nodded. “I don’t think there’s any type of weapon she’s not proficient at… but her favorite is her whip. If she has it on her, which she will, that’s what she’ll use first.”
Sanji shrugged, “A whip doesn’t seem that bad.”
Odelle’s eyes shot to his face with concern, “Do not underestimate her.” She shuddered a little, “Her whip has nine tails, and it was made with a special cold dipped iron so the tails are pretty much unbreakable. She’s an expert with it as well and I’ve seen her use it in such a way that she seemed to be using each tail separately but at the same time. It’s terrifying. She’s never lost a battle that I’ve seen. None of them have.”
“What if we managed to get the whip away from her?” Usopp asked, his legs shaking.
“Lady is also a master at hand to hand combat. She doesn’t need a weapon to be intimidating.”
“Oh great…” All the color left Usopp’s face.
A string of curses flew out of Sanji’s mouth as an arrow lodged itself into his thigh with a sickening thwack. He shut his eyes for a split second as he put pressure on his leg around the arrow with his hands. “Dammit…”
“Sanji!” Odelle came running up to him and his eyes flew open, his face radiant as she put a hand on his arm and searched the fight to see where the arrow had come from. “This is Vis… where is he-- over there!”
She pointed at the fountain in the middle of the room and Robin went running for it, following her lead with her hands crossed in front of her.
Chopper was suddenly at Sanji’s side and nodded at Odelle. “Do you have anything we can tie around this when we take the arrow out?”
Odelle removed the sash from around her waist, making her outfit even more revealing. Sanji swooned even more, blood coming from his nose now as well as his thigh. “Are you sure we should take it out?” She asked Chopper, handing it to him as she glanced around to make sure none of the other fighters were getting too close.
“Yes, I need to fight, I need to protect you…” Sanji took her hands in his and stared fervently into her eyes, even though he winced in pain as Chopper took hold of the arrow between his hooves “... I can’t do that with an arrow in me.”
“It didn’t go through so there’s only one way blood can escape, and the hole is small enough that if we tie this tight it should be fine.” The reindeer shook his head, “I know better than to try to stop him from an injury like this.”
Sanji cursed again as the arrow was removed, but seemed overjoyed that it was Odelle’s scarf that would act as the bandage. So overjoyed in fact that he barely seemed to notice when Chopper tied it tight around his wound. “I will wear this token like a knight going into battle!” He cried valiantly, then turned around, his tone getting dark and angry, “Now WHERE’S THE BASTARD THAT SHOT ME?”
“Vis will probably be the least of your worries, but he’s still quite strong.”
Nami paused, “Who’s Vis?”
“He’s their sharpshooter. He’s never missed a single shot he’s made, but he’s kinda useless in close quarters.” Odelle remarked. “So get in his space and you should be fine. It’s just getting that close without getting shot that’s the issue.”
“Sounds like my kind of fight.” Robin gave the group a soft smile.
Odelle put her hand up, “The only trouble will be figuring out where he’s at. He’s good at finding a nice hidden vantage point quickly, but I’m pretty familiar with his patterns so I can help.”
“I’ll put my faith in you then, shall I?” The way Robin had looked at her made Odelle feel like she’d known her her whole life.
“--Tempo!” Odelle heard Nami shout just before a spray of lightning came down from the ceiling and electrocuted five of the thugs that had also been dinner guests before the fighting started.
Lightning inside? The redhead’s eyes widened as she watched the Straw Hat Navigator swing a staff-like weapon around, building electricity.
The banquet room was a chaotic mess at the moment. The slaves that had been in the room had all retreated to the outer hall, but were peeking around the door frame every once in a while to see how things were going. Luffy was still stuck in what seemed a fruitless battle between his own pride and Zul’s immense power. Sanji and Robin were in the process of subduing Vis. Lady had her hands full trying to best Zoro while also fending off long range attacks from Usopp, and Chopper and Nami were taking care of the other dinner guests quite nicely.
Suddenly there came a series of pounding thuds, growing ever louder in volume and power that made everyone pause. Odelle swung her head towards the second entrance to the Banquet hall just as Bunker came barreling into the room, shattering the doorframe with his size.
“Eesheesheesh!” He guffawed, his eyes sweeping the room as he took in the battle. “Starting all the fun without me are you? Eesheesheesh!”
Zoro took his eyes off of Lady and Bunker for a moment, seeking out one person in particular. Finally he found what he was looking for, and right as he saw her, he noticed Odelle freezing and getting pale. He followed her gaze back to the giant that had just crashed the party.
“Bunker is going to be out checking in on all the villages, so hopefully he won’t be there right away.” Odelle stared down at her hands, clenching them a little. “Between him and Zul there’s no way we could win.”
“Why?” Zoro raised an eyebrow at the same time as Sanji put a hand over Luffy’s mouth to quiet their captain’s denial that they would ever lose a fight.
She played with her fingers a bit, then squeezed her eyes shut. “Bunker is the only one who’s ever been genuinely kind to me and the other slaves. He’s not a bad person, but he is a loyal one. He’d rather die than disobey an order from Zul or run away from a fight that Zul was also part of,” Odelle shook her head, “But that’s not the point. He’s strong, really strong. There’s no way you can land a hit on him. Bunker ate the Fosu Fosu fruit and he’s made of ‘Force’. He can absorb the impact of any weapon, long ranged or hand to hand, and that force will just keep building until he lets it go. It can be truly devastating. Unless you fight him, and only him, there’s no chance you’ll beat him. You have to take out Zul first, before he arrives.”
Damn it. We weren’t quick enough. Zoro thought as he saw Odelle mouth the word “no”. He turned to look at the giant now lumbering towards him. Then past him. Past all of them.
The swordsman turned in confusion and saw the path that Bunker was taking, straight towards Luffy and Soran Zul. Odelle was running towards them as well, and he saw instantly that her intent was to place herself between the two. The rest of the crew was preoccupied with their own fights, and while they’d all seen the giant arrive, they had to focus on the people they were in combat with still or there would be dire consequences.
Luffy was on the ground and looked like he was struggling to get up, not because of any specific injury, but because the floor itself was holding him down via a magnetic field. Soran was laughing as the Captain of the Going Merry writhed and grunted with effort.
“I need a few minutes, take over for now Usopp!” Zoro shouted, leaving his panicking companion in the dust as he dashed forward, sliding and grabbing the sword Lady had flung away and putting it between his teeth before pulling his other two out of their sheaths.
“What the-- ZOORRROOOOO!” Usopp yelled back before screaming like a little girl as he had to dodge one of Lady’s attacks. “That was too close!”
Zoro sped towards the impending clash between the two Warville Colossal powerhouses and Luffy, ignoring anything that Usopp was shouting at him. He vaulted over one of the small rivers that was imbedded into the floor and propelled himself off of it to get an even faster start. “108 pound… CANNON!” He shouted, his voice muffled by the hilt in his mouth as he sent a burst of sharp compressed air towards Zul.
Zul was caught off guard, having been completely focused on Luffy and not expecting a ranged attack of that strength from behind. The Slave King was shoved into the wall by it, but not surprised enough to keep from bracing himself against it. When the attack finished, he was still standing there, completely at ease. “That tickled.” Zul grinned, showing his teeth maniacally as he motioned to Bunker.
The giant turned and looked over his shoulder at the swordsman, before reaching down and touching Luffy’s shoulder lightly with his index finger.
“Bunker NO!” Odelle reached him and just as she put a hand on his massive arm Luffy was shot out of the room with such force that he smashed through the stone wall completely and went pivoting into the surrounding ocean.
“LUFFY!” Zoro shouted, running towards the open window that led onto the balcony that overlooked the ocean when his feet suddenly stopped moving and he fell face first into the marble floor. His teeth bit down on the hilt in his mouth too quickly and too hard, jarring his jaw and he groaned a little bit as he looked up to footsteps approaching him.
Bunker stood over him menacingly, one hand holding Odelle back as she tried to reach the swordsman or stop the giant. The other hand slowly moved towards Zoro’s head and his eyes widened as one of his huge fingers touched his forehead.
A few seconds later Zoro looked up in confusion. “What’re you waiting for you bas--” The last thing he saw as he was flung forcefully out the window after Luffy was Odelle’s tear streaked face, and the dark shadow he’d sworn to protect her from looming behind her.
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Deja vu slapped him in the face as Zoro burst out of the water. I've saved two people from drowning in the last 24 hours. I feel like that two times too many. His captain’s arms were slung around his shoulders as he gasped for air and swam toward the cavernous underground docking system of Warville Colossal. It was slow going at first seeing as he had to keep a hold of Luffy with one of his arms, but finally they reached the dock and climbed up onto one of the wooden platforms. “You good?”
“Yeah… damn it…” Luffy was starting to get fired up again now that he was out of the water and his energy was returning “... I’M GONNA KICK HIS ASS!”
Zoro didn’t respond, just getting to his feet and following as Luffy raced off down the corridor and up the stairs back to the upper floors of the fortress. Everyone else better be okay.
Odelle stiffened as she felt Zul’s fingers petting her hair. She was on her hands and knees, looking over the edge of the crumbling hole in the wall where Bunker had sent Luffy and Zoro flying. Everything felt oddly quiet. The others were still fighting behind her but it all seemed muffled and far away. If they die, it’s my fault. I did this.
She turned her head and watched as Rose Lady got her whip around Usopp, trapping his arms against his body and making his slingshot useless.
I did this. I’m sorry.
“You know, my pet…” Soran started to say as he continued to pet her head.
Sanji was cornered by Vis, his hands up as the archer pointed one of his famous acid arrows at the chef. Robin was on the floor beside him, having been already knocked out by something Vis had grazed her with.
I’m so sorry.
Zul’s voice continued in her ear, soft and falsely soothing “... It’s a shame you had to see all of this. I had thought they would be better guests. Such fools… violence does not come naturally to me, but it is sometimes necessary…”
Bunker was now looming over Chopper and Nami, both of them obviously terrified after seeing how easily he’d gotten rid of their two strongest fighters.
I don’t want this… please… Why am I so weak?
“As a treat, I’ll have them rounded up and gotten rid of somewhere else, so you won’t have to see. Don’t worry, you’ll never have to see them again…”
Odelle’s mind suddenly flashed back to the previous night.
“I thought you didn’t care if I jumped off another cliff?” Odelle asked as she turned and looked at the swordsman behind her.
“I don’t.” He shrugged, “I just needed some fresh air.”
“You’re following me.”
“You just happen to be walking in the direction I wanted to go.”
“It’s about to storm again.”
“I like storms.”
She pursed her lips. “So if I jumped off another cliff you wouldn’t dive in after me again?”
“You won’t.” He replied calmly.
“How do you know?”
He didn’t answer, but he didn’t have to for her to know that he was right.
Odelle stopped walking as rain started to fall, obscuring her view of Warville Colossal even further in the dark. It began as just a few stray drops but turned within seconds into a torrential downpour. She didn’t move to escape it, instead turning her face up to it and allowing the water to drench her clothes and hair.
After a few minutes of this she turned and saw Zoro watching her with an interesting look on his face.
He shrugged and looked away.
“Tell me.”
Zoro waited a few moments before responding softly, “I think you’re stronger than you realize. You just have to decide what you want to fight for.”
“Don’t. You. Dare.”
Soran Zul stopped running his fingers through her hair and they started to clench. “What did you say?” He asked, his voice low and dangerous.
Odelle twisted fast enough that he didn’t manage to get a firm grip on her hair. She straightened up a good few meters away from him, her face determined. “Don’t you dare hurt them. Or anyone else for that matter.”
The slave king glowered, approaching her slowly. It took everything she had not to step back as he moved forward. “YOU DO NOT TELL ME WHAT I CAN AND CANNOT DO.” He seethed, his fingers coming up to form a snap.
She was yanked towards the ground, her fingernails scratching along the marble as the magnetic pull of the opposite wall drug her in.
“Odelle!” Sanji called, his face furious as he saw her predicament. He winced as Vis moved closer, the tightly strung arrow now at his throat and touching his skin. The acid dripping off of it bubbled and burned his throat.
“Stop!” Nami shouted as well, her fingers tightening around her clima-tact.
Zul kept approaching Odelle even after she’d hit the wall and had been forced into a standing position by the magnetic pulse it was emitting. “So… you know these people?” He asked, everything about him oozing rage.
“They’re my friends…” Odelle managed through grit teeth as the pulse strengthened and it felt like it was trying to pull her through the stone wall behind her “... and they’re going to kill you, you bastard.”
The others barely had time to register the fact that Zul had unsheathed his sword before he was pointing it at her chest. Her heart raced as her eyes moved from the tip of the blade to his face. He’d never looked at her like that before, like he might actually kill her.
Rose Lady was thrilled at the prospect. “So much for your rescue attempt.” She purred at Usopp, “but I guess we could let you have the corpse at least, as a consolation prize for having guts.”
“Don’t be stupid… Luffy will… Luffy will come back…” Chopper stammered out from behind Nami’s legs.
“You think so?” Zul turned his eyes to the reindeer and Chopper shivered, trying to hide even further. “You think your captain will save you? Save her?” He smiled as he leaned forward and brought some of Odelle’s hair from behind her shoulder. Zul brought it to his nose and took a long whiff, groaning in a way that made Nami want to throw up. “I will miss this smell… there’s not much that can compare…”
Sanji could see Odelle shivering even from where he was across the room and his heart practically broke. “Damn it…” He looked down to where Robin was unconscious on the floor. If he wasn’t so determined to protect her he would’ve knocked Vis away by now and sprinted over to Odelle, but he couldn’t leave Robin in the vulnerable position she was in.
“Don’t make me laugh…” Zul smiled, pressing forward and his grin widening as he heard Odelle gasp in pain when his sword broke her skin and sunk slowly into her side. “Someone like you, against someone like me… futile my darling. I gave you too much credit. I thought you were smart.”
Odelle’s eyes rolled back as she hit her head on the wall behind her, her hands outstretched and trying to push her master away as he thrust the sword clean through her and into the wall. Her moan of agony was long and wet in the middle, as blood pooled in her lungs and throat. “Fuck you.” She whimpered as he altered his grip on the sword, inadvertently making it twist.
“This won’t kill you, I don’t want to kill you…” Zul leaned forward so that his mouth was near her ear. “But you will suffer, and once you’ve had enough you’ll come back to me the same way you always do… my good, obedient little pet.”
“You think… that this means something… to me?” Soran looked up in surprise when Odelle’s hands grabbed the blade in front of her. It had gone completely through her side, more blood gushing from the wound as she pulled herself closer to him, skewering herself on his sword. “Don’t insult me… by acting like this… is all it takes to make me submit. I won’t, not anymore.” Her tone was as strong as iron, but her words came out like whimpers as pain spiderwebbed from her side and her hands. “You think you haven’t made me go through worse than this?” She was shouting now, still pulling herself closer inch by agonizing inch. “You wanted to break me but YOU JUST MADE ME STRONGER!”
Everyone in the room turned to watch in shock. Even Lady, Bunker, and Vis were so caught off guard that they momentarily relaxed from their fighting positions.
“Odelle…” Sanji’s eyes widened.
A pocket knife, the same one she’d once pulled on Zoro, suddenly flipped open between her fingers and with one last tug forward on his sword she slashed it at her former master’s face with all of her might.
A soaking wet Zoro and Luffy came charging back into the room, followed by a mass of slaves all carrying makeshift weapons right as Zul screamed a string of curses. He let go of his sword and brought his hands up to his eyes, blood oozing between his fingers as he covered them, sinking to his knees and crying out, “YOU FUCKING BITCH! I’LL KILL YOU!”
“Oh really? How are you going to do that, when you can’t even see?” Zoro growled, smiling around the hilt in his mouth as he prepared to attack. His tone was almost proud. “Leave this to us now, got it? You’ve done your part.” I thought she had it in her, but, damn… He thought as he saw how far she’d pulled herself onto the sword to get the upper hand.
Luffy had barreled right through Rose Lady, and even Vis was being overpowered by the sheer number of slaves the two had brought with them.
The surge of adrenaline that had kept her going seemed to be seeping out of her wound along with her blood, but Odelle nodded weakly. “Yeah, okay, I’m going to sleep now…”
She faintly heard the voice of the blonde haired cook getting nearer, and then telling her to stay awake as he shouted for their doctor, Chopper. Gentle hands lifted her off the floor, keeping the sword in her side steady as a childlike voice admonished, “Sanji, we can’t remove it yet, she’ll bleed out. Follow me.”
“Sorry beautiful,” The cook sounded like even he was in pain when she felt the sword slide a little and an agonized whimper was forced from her chest. “Just a little longer, hang in there.”
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When Odelle’s eyes opened, she noticed two very important things right off the bat. Number one: She wasn’t dead. Number two: She was back in one of Meyer’s rooms at the inn. There was a dull, pounding pain in her skull behind her eyes but the room was dim enough that she didn’t have to squint too much as she turned her head to look around.
It feels like a replay of that one night, she thought to herself as she noticed Zoro sitting in a chair by the door, just like he had been before. Though this time he was already bandaged up and not in the process of getting bandaged. He was also fast asleep, legs spread out and his arms crossed, his three swords leaned up next to him on the chair.
He seems fine… that’s good. I hope the others are alright.
There was a little cart with bandages and bottles on it next to the bed, and it seemed as if Chopper had turned the room into his own personal office. It smelled nice though, not clinical like the other hospitals she’d been to. More homey.
That’s when she noticed the flowers. They were everywhere. Wildflowers were in vases along every wall and every shelf, lining the room and making it bright with color and fragrance. Her heart beat faster, sitting up with some effort against the pillows so that she could get a better look. “Amazing…” She breathed reverently, even as she winced in pain trying to move.
Zoro’s eyes opened slightly and he watched her as she took in her surroundings. Her face was open and her expression soft, not at all like someone who had almost died. He paused, staring at her from across the room and only looking away once she noticed he was awake.
“A lot of the villagers came and brought these.” Zoro said as he stood up and stretched, trying to distract from the face that he’d been watching her so closely. “They wanted you to have something beautiful to wake up to… that’s what they said.”
Odelle smiled with such peaceful happiness that it almost took his breath away as he approached the bed. “I love flowers, all kinds… They’re good people.”
He just nodded in silence, not wanting to say anything that might take away that smile. That’s the sort of smile men fight battles for.
“I… I assume that you defeated Soran Zul?” She asked suddenly, her smile turning into a more serious expression. “I doubt I would be here, or that anyone would be bringing me flowers if he wasn’t gone.”
“He’s dead. So is that whip lady and the archer.” Zoro crossed his arms and sat on the edge of the bed, watching her to gauge her reaction.
The swordsman shrugged, “He turned on Zul after the psycho stabbed you. Then Zul went mad and destroyed the entire fortress. The giant is fine though. Chopper patched him up and he’s actually been helping the surrounding towns quite a bit.”
Another smile lit up her face and she clasped her hands in front of her mouth. “I’m so glad… I’m so glad he’s okay. I knew he was good.”
Zoro couldn’t help but smile a little too at her faith. Everything about this girl seemed so open and honest, he hoped she would be in the mood to take Luffy’s planned offer seriously.
“Wait… you said Mas… Zul… destroyed Warville Colossal?” She looked up at him, her eyes wide.
“You blinded him, so when he was changing magnetic fields trying to destroy us, he ended up imploding the entire building and the island it was on. We were able to save the slaves, with the giants help, but there isn’t even an island there anymore. It all sank.” Zoro pursed his lips, “Nami had a heart attack about all the treasure that was in there.”
“But all the slaves and everyone else is okay?”
“Thanks to your friend the giant, yeah.”
Odelle put a hand on his arm, “Thanks to you too.”
Zoro started a little as she touched him, more surprised that he didn’t mind her touching him than because he wasn’t expecting it. He gave her a small smile, but didn’t respond to her remark at all. In truth he felt like he’d done very little. Without her literally “falling on her sword” as it were, and without Tej getting together a group of slaves willing to fight, and without Bunker’s protective nature kicking in, he wasn’t sure how they would have overpowered Zul and won. For being slaves most of their lives, being ground into the dirt by that maniac… these people are so strong and resilient. He looked away and back at his hands as he stood up, and Odelle… she’s the strongest of them all. To smile like that after everything that’s happened.
“I’ll go tell Chopper you’re awake finally.” He nodded at her and retreated as fast as possible even though he could feel that she was still smiling at him the entire time.
Once completely alone again Odelle took the time to readjust herself once more to a more upright position. It took some careful movement and more than a few times she had to pause and take a few deep breaths against the pain, but by the time Chopper opened the door she had finally found a position she liked.
“You’re up! How are you feeling?” The little reindeer asked as he entered the makeshift infirmary.
Odelle smiled warmly at him from where she had situated herself against a pile of pillows. “I’m feeling much better, thank you.”
A blonde head poked itself around the door, “Odie my deeaarrr! You’re looking positively radiant!” Sanji exclaimed as he sauntered into the room, a steaming bowl in his hands. “I thought you might be hungry so I prepared a nutrient rich broth for you! It should help you recover even faster!” He set it down on the table next to the bed.
The way she looked at him made him feel even more on top of the world than he already was. “This is so thoughtful, I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it… and it smells delicious!” She took the bowl in her hands and held it up so the steam filled her face before situating it on her lap and taking a spoonful into her mouth. “Amazing! You must be the best cook on the Grand Line!”
Sanji swooned, his eyes full of passion as he got on one knee and put a hand to his chest, “Was that a proposal?!”
“You know it wasn’t!” Chopper barked at him, jumping and knocking him up the side of the head.
Odelle started to laugh merrily, the sound making both of them pause. “Oh my! I’m so glad everyone is so lively! I was so worried about your injury.” She reached a hand out to Sanji, which he gladly took as she looked him up and down. “Your leg is doing well then?”
Sanji’s eyes softened and he bent to kiss her knuckles, “I’m flattered that you would deem me important enough to worry about, especially in your current state. My leg is healing wonderfully.”
Chopper grinned and placed his little hooves up on the bed spread next to his patient. “Everyone is on the mend, thankfully no one was hurt too seriously! Other than you at least. You’ve been unconscious for three days!”
“Th-three days!?” Odelle’s eyes widened.
“It’s good, you needed rest.” Chopper nodded, climbing up onto the bed and taking out his stethoscope. “But now that you’re awake I need to give you a full exam, to make sure nothing else is wrong.”
“Nothing other than the obvious, he means.” Sanji glanced down to the approximate place on her side where the blade would have pierced, despite the fact that she was under the covers and he couldn’t see it anyway. “We need to work on your self preservation instincts my dear.”
“Self preservation? What’s that?” Odelle teased, her eyes sparkling.
“Well you’re feeling good enough to make jokes at least.” Sanji smiled and nodded at the soup, “You should finish that while it’s still hot.”
She took another bite obediently and then suddenly she was eating it so fast it was gone within moments. “Ah… I suppose I didn’t realize I was so hungry…”
“Well you haven’t eaten since you’ve been unconscious.” Sanji took the empty bowl. “I can bring you some more later but you should definitely pace yourself, you don’t want to get sick. Plus you’ll have plenty of time to eat my amazing cooking so don’t worry about that either.” He grinned, ruffling her hair.
Odelle looked up at him curiously, “Plenty of time? What do you mean?”
“Ah,” The cook rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand, “Well, Luffy wants you to join the crew. I mean, we all do.”
She looked down at her hands. “I didn’t think he was serious about that.”
“Luffy doesn’t joke when it comes to his crew.” Chopper interjected. “You will join us won’t you?”
I want to… I just… “I don’t think I can.” Odelle admitted, still looking at her hands. I don’t think I should.
“What? Why not…” The reindeer looked up at her with such doleful eyes that she almost caved right then and there.
She wanted to answer him, she wanted to explain, but somehow it felt like it would be too hard. The Straw Hat crew had only been part of her life for a few days, but it felt like torture already to have to turn them away.
Luckily Sanji noticed her internal battle and motioned to Chopper. “It’s okay, you can take some time to think about it still. We’d love to have you though, just so you know.”
Chopper nodded dejectedly, “You should probably keep resting, I’ll come change your bandages again and check on you later.”
As the two left the room they passed Zoro in the hallway, leaning against the wall out of sight of the door. He followed them downstairs to where the rest of the crew was waiting.
“You heard?” Sanji asked as they descended into the main room of the inn.
Zoro nodded. “Yeah.”
“So?” Their captain called from where he was sitting at a table with the others, “How’s she doing?”
The entire room went quiet at the question, all faces turned towards the trio. Meyer had opened the inn up to everyone after the battle, and right now it seemed like everyone in Broad Bluff was waiting patiently to see Odelle. It’s not as if Sanji or Zoro could blame them. She had a way about her that just drew people in. Call it charisma or whatever you wanted, but she seemed to glow with such a genuine warmth that people couldn’t stay away even if they wanted to.
“She’s awake and talking, and she ate all of the soup Sanji made so that’s good.” Chopper responded authoritatively. “She’s on the mend and everything is healing like it should!”
A cheer went up from the crowd of people before Sanji shouted, “But she still needs her rest you dummies!” The cheer died into hushed affirmations so quickly that it actually shocked Zoro. “Wow, that worked well. If only we had this much control over Luffy sometimes…” Sanji remarked, mirroring Zoro’s own thoughts.
The man in question was smiling so big it seemed his face might split apart. “That’s great! Man I can’t wait until she’s all better and joins our crew!”
“Yeah… you may want to cool it with that.” Zoro said, sitting down between Luffy and Nami.
“What do you mean?”
Usopp understood almost instantly. “She doesn’t want to join our crew.”
“Stop.” Zoro grabbed the collar of Luffy’s vest just in time to keep him from bolting out of his seat. “Just give her a little time.”
“If I may…” Meyer was approaching their table with some more food, which he set down before he continued “... I don’t think it’s that she doesn’t want to join you. She probably feels like she can’t.”
The Straw Hat crew all looked up at him from where they sat. Confusion was a common expression amongst them.
Robin was the first one to get it, followed quickly by Nami.
Meyer spoke again, “Being a slave is all Odelle has ever known. She was born into this life, and this is the first time she will be free from it. I’m sure she’s happy about it, but it must also be pretty scary. She doesn’t know what to expect out of life anymore, or how she fits into it.”
The other freed slaves in the room all hung their heads in agreement.
“Odie spent all of her time protecting us from everything. We care for eachother, but we’re not family. She never even knew her family, but we’re the closest thing she’s got.”
Robin spoke softly. “I’m sure she’s confused. There’s a lot going on in her mind right now.”
“It’s not easy to switch gears on your entire life, on everything you’ve ever known.” Nami nodded. “And I’m sure that pig Soran Zul didn’t try to instill a major amount of self confidence in her either.”
“I don’t care about any of that.” Luffy’s words might have seemed unfeeling, but his tone and his expression spoke otherwise. “It doesn’t matter where she came from or whatever. I want her to join my crew.”
“No you don’t.”
All eyes turned towards the stairs where Odelle had just spoken from. She was leaning heavily against the wall in a dress that Chopper had borrowed from Nami and left in the room for her for later.
“Odie!” Luffy grinned and vaulted over the table to stand in front of her, “You’re up! That’s great!” His expression shifted and his eyebrows came together, “But, yeah, I do want you to join my crew. Why would you say I don’t?”
Odelle looked startled to have him so suddenly in front of her, but she managed to stammer out a reply. “I… you don’t know what you’re asking. I’m only going to be… be a bother. I was only good for… for one thing when I was with Zul, and that was to be a lure so he could capture more people.” She shook her head. “You don’t want me on your crew. You might not know that yet, but it’s true.”
Luffy tilted his head curiously, “Mmmmm no I still want you to join us.”
“I don’t have any special skills, I’ll just hold you back.” Odelle looked down at the ground with misty eyes as she spoke through grit teeth. “I don’t even know what my devil fruit power is and I don’t really have a dream. Not one that I can chase like you guys do. I told myself I would never be a burden on anyone and I refuse to slow you down or keep you from achieving your goals!” She finally made eye contact with Luffy, her hands clenched at her sides.
“Fine then.” The Straw Hat captain replied seriously. “I won’t ask you to join my crew.”
Zoro glanced at him in confusion. He had seemed so sure earlier, so determined like he always was to convince her to come with them.
“Luffy…” Nami voiced her bewilderment.
“JOIN MY FAMILY INSTEAD!” Luffy shouted suddenly, his fist raised as if it was a challenge. “I know you want one, that’s your dream, isn’t it?” He grinned then, his big face-splitting contagious smile, “So join us and we’ll be your family.”
It was obvious that Odelle was caught completely off guard by his exclamation as her eyes got wider and wider, tears starting to spill out of them and running down her cheeks. Her hands came up to hide her face as she started to cry but they could all see the smile that was starting to form behind them. “Really?”
The whole crew was smiling now as well; Zoro from where he leaned back in his chair, Usopp and Chopper at each other, Sanji with hearts in his eyes as he looked at her, and Nami and Robin with the excitement of having another girl around. Luffy was laughing as well as smiling, a big thumbs up pointed in Odelle’s direction, “Of course!”
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Odelle looked around in confusion as the table went instantly quiet. “What?”
“First of all,” Sanji replied, holding up a finger, “No one has ever actually offered to help with the dishes around here. Second… I would never let a beautiful lady do such a menial task. And lastly,” He cleared his throat and stared Zoro down from across the table, “It’s someone else’s turn.”
“Please, I really don’t mind…” Odelle held up her hands, watching as Zoro and Sanji scowled at eachother… “I loved doing the dishes for Molly back at Warville, I found it to be quite soothing. Besides, I would like to get to know you better. I figured we could talk or something while we work. Then the work gets done faster too.”
The whole table had gone silent, everyone looking at her with odd expressions on their faces. Even Luffy had almost stopped eating to watch her speak. Almost. It seemed his hand was moving in slow motion as he stole some food from Zoro’s plate.
Sanji burst into enthusiastic praise of the idea he’d at first been against, gushing that he’d cherish the opportunity to get to know her better.
At the same time, Zoro sunk his fork into the table between Luffy’s fingers without even looking. “Don’t you even think about it Luffy.”
“I’m hungry! And I’m the captain, do you want me to starve?!” Luffy complained, stretching his other arm underneath the table and snatching some meat off Zoro’s plate.
Robin smiled softly, “Oh it’s starting to get lively isn’t it?”
Sanji kicked the back of Luffy’s chair and yelled, “You eat more than everyone else combined, if anyone is going to starve it won’t be you so SHUT UP!”
Zoro was in the process of wrestling his captains hands away from his plate while Luffy stretched his neck over and bit off a piece of meat with his teeth. “That’s cheating!” Zoro growled, wielding three dinner knives like his katanas while protecting his dinner.
“You blockheads better knock it off before I toss you off this ship entirely!” Nami warned with a fist raised as Chopper and Usopp also faced the threat of Luffy stealing their food.
Suddenly the chaos was broken by the sound of Odelle laughing. She was holding her stomach and laughing so hard that tears were in her eyes.
Once again the whole table went quiet and watched her, except for Luffy, who was grinning ear to ear like he was the only one who understood a secret joke.
“I’m sorry, I just…” Odelle composed herself for the most part, but her shoulders still shook with held mirth. She smiled so brightly that Luffy was able to steal off Zoro’s plate without the swordsman even noticing “... I’m really glad I’m here…”
Even Zoro himself couldn’t help smiling then.
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Odelle scrambled up the mast and vaulted into the crow’s nest only to come face to face with a sleeping swordsman. One of Zoro’s eyes cracked open and found her only a foot or so away from where she’d stumbled to a halt.
“Ah,” She shrugged her shoulders in apology, “Sorry, I won’t disturb you, I just need a place to hide.”
He opened both eyes then, almost going to stand to see if there was anything amiss, “Hide? From wha-”
She grabbed his arm and tugged him back down so fast that he slipped and hit his head on the side of the nest with a loud thud. “Oh my gosh I’m sorry!” Odelle whispered in a panic.
“What was that for?” He barked back at her before another voice interrupted them.
“Odie my love!” Sanji called, skipping from one end of the ship to another, “I made you a snack!”
Zoro smirked, rubbing the bump on his head but sitting back against the wall of the nest. “Ah, I see. Don’t worry about it.” He crossed his arms again and went back to sleep almost instantly after he was comfortable.
Odelle settled in next to him, finally relaxing. It wasn’t that she didn’t appreciate everything the crew- Sanji specifically- was trying to do for her, but she was far from used to being waited or being the center of attention and it could get a little overwhelming. Though, he has been letting me help with cooking and the dishes without too much fuss…
A yawn forced its way out of her mouth. The sun made the crow’s nest feel warm and cozy and suddenly she found herself understanding why Zoro always took naps up here as her eyes gradually drooped shut.
Odelle was dreaming again.
“Robin when you see an island you need to be more excited about it!” Luffy’s voice sounded far away. “Like this!” There was a lot of shouting and banging around, with Usopp chiming in more than once.
“Oh I see.” Robin didn’t sound like she cared, but at least she was good natured about it.
“If the island seems okay we should stop and take a break there, I’ll do a barbeque.”
The noise Luffy was making turned into enthusiastic praise of meat instead.
Sanji continued, “Where’d Odie-swaan get off to? I want to ask what she’d like to eat.”
From the sounds of it, no one seemed to know the answer to that question.
“We’ll be docking soon, we need to find Mosshead too so he can help out.”
"Allow me,” the sound of Robin’s devil fruit power came from all around the ship, some of the faint, some of them closer, and one of them right next to her ear. “Ah. Our swordsman can’t move right now.”
“Is he asleep?”
“Well then tell him to get his ass over here.”
“He can’t do that either.”
“Worthless as usual.”
A growling sound vibrated against her cheek and the side of her arm.
“He’s got a good reason.” Robin’s voice held a smile.
“Whatever.” Sanji sounded annoyed.
The ground she was laying against was soft and warm, and it moved slightly to accommodate her as she sighed against it happily. She couldn’t find it in herself to open her eyes, afraid the dream might end, so instead she just sank further into it, until it was silent again except for her heartbeat and the heartbeat of the earth.
Odelle wasn’t used to waking up softly. Her eyes fluttered open to the early afternoon sun and the warm earth underneath her in a peaceful way that she was completely unfamiliar with. The dream she’d been having had seemed so vivid that she wondered for a moment if they had actually reached an island while she slept.
After a few seconds she decided that she didn’t care and someone would come get her if that actually did happen, so she snuggled further into the ground. Then the ground sighed.
Her eyes flew open, wide awake now as her head shot up and off the shoulder of Zoro, who she’d ended up sleeping against.
Zoro watched her with an oddly content expression. He had her pocket knife in one hand, a piece of wood in the other that was carved into the rough shape of some animal. “You slept for a while. That’s good. You probably needed it.”
She brought a hand up to brush her hair back and peeked over the edge of the crow’s nest. “We did reach an island!”
“About an hour ago.”
Odelle looked back at him as he stood and swung a leg down to the ladder. “You didn’t wake me up?”
He didn’t answer, just making his way down the mast and to the deck of the Going Merry. Zoro looked back up at her after his feet were firmly planted and called out, “The cook is making dinner on the beach, let’s go!”
An understanding smile lit up her face as he avoided her question and she hurried to follow him.
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Power View – Use Latitude and Longitude Stored in SSAS
Power View - Use Latitude and Longitude Stored in SSASYou have a multidimensional SQL Server Analysis Services (SSAS) cube that your users connect to with Power View for ad-hoc reporting. You’d like your users to be able to use the mapping functionality of Power View to map specific locations of interest. You expose your locations as latitude and longitude attributes in your Locations dimension, because Power View supports latitudes and longitudes. But no matter what you try to do within your SSAS dimension, from changing the basic attribute types, the data types, the names or values, nothing will enable you to drag these attributes into their designated boxes in Power View. What gives? Short answer –
Exposing your geographical location data in a SSAS cube measure group instead of a dimension will allow you to use latitudes and longitudes in Power View.
Why Put Latitudes and Longitudes in a SSAS Cube Measure Group?
Why expose your latitudes and longitudes in an Analysis Services cube Measure group and not in a dimension? Good question! In many cases, you likely have dimensions with distinct locations that you care about, and having latitude and longitude as attributes of those locations makes perfect sense. But I can see the other scenario as well, where you’re perhaps tracking your jogging path or your voyage as you take a road trip across the country. You’re collecting many geographic points in this case, that you don’t really care too much about individually. You’d put these location points into a fact table without thinking twice about it. But in any case, exposing your latitude and longitude in the cube dimension won’t let you use them in their designated location area in Power View, as so many people have discovered. So, because it doesn’t work in a dimension, that’s a pretty good reason to put your location information in a measure group.
An article in a Tableau forum is what gave me the idea to try using a measure group for my latitudes and longitudes. It offered advice to Tableau users that storing the location information in a measure group instead of a dimension could get the values to register correctly as location information in Tableau. “That won’t take long to test out in Power View”, I thought. I already have the latitudes and longitudes in a dimension. I even have an ugly hack working in Power View. You can expose the name of your location in the format: “Latitude Longitude (Real location name)”. It works, but doesn’t make for very readable location names. So why don’t I throw that same location point data into a measure and try it out? Here’s a simple walk-through on doing just that.
How to Expose Cube Dimension Latitudes and Longitudes in a Measure Instead
Open your data source view in your analysis services database with visual studio and add a new named query. Let’s call it “LocationsMeasure”. Make sure you include the keys in the query that you can relate back to the existing dimension, along with the latitudes and longitudes, like in this example:
LocationKey, Latitude, Longitude
FROM DW.DimLocation
Next, create your relationship back to your “Locations” dimension table in the DSV.
Now, open up your SSAS cube and create a new measure group. Let’s call it “Location LatLongs”. Choose your new “LocationsMeasure” as the data source of this measure. Then, in your dimension usage, make sure your mappings to the Location LatLongs measure group are set as regular to your existing Locations dimension. If necessary also set as referenced (through the Locations dimension) any other dimensions where you might have higher level geographical hierarchies that cascade down to Locations.
All Done, and Ready for Power View!
And that’s it! Now, in Power View mapping, drag your natural location name from your Locations dimension into the Locations area. Then, drag your latitudes and longitudes from your Location Latlongs measure group into the Longitude and Latitude area. Look at that, your points render on the map appropriately now. Nice! Now your users have everything available in the Analysis Services multidimensional cube you’ve made available to them to roll out some cool map visualizations.
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Another Visit to Double-Digit Work
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SWBAT apply and explain place value strategies for solving double-digit addition and subtraction problems.
Big Idea
Students should be able to explain their strategies for solving problems to 100 using place value strategies.
Warm Up
10 minutes
I begin today by handing out a 25 problem quick math fact practice sheet. I give students 3 minutes to complete as much of the page as they can. I am looking for student automaticity with addition and subtraction. I generate the page at
After 3 minutes I ask students to stop and exchange their pencil for a marker. We now correct the pages together. By using marker, students may not change their original answers so I can assess their fluency, but by correcting their own work, they become more aware of their own needs in developing automaticity with basic facts.
The Double Digit Game - 2 ways
25 minutes
I begin today by gathering the students on the rug. I have decks of number cards 0 - 9 for each group of 3. I also have paper, clipboards and pencils, and manipulatives.
I tell students that we will play an addition game for 10 minutes and then a subtraction game using the same process.
I tell them that the first partner will draw 4 cards and make 2 2-digit numbers to be added together. All 3 members of the group will solve the problem independently using paper and pencils, or tens frames, or base ten houses, or blank number lines.
After everyone is done they will compare answers. If everyone has the same answer then they can assume it is right and give the team 3 points. If anyone has a different answer, then each child will explain what he/she did and students will determine the correct answer (MP3). Any answers that were correct will earn the team a point. At the end of the addition "round" the team will tally its points.
I will ring the bell after 10 - 15 minutes of play, and tell students we will now switch to subtraction. I remind them to stop, look, and check ( a strategy they have used in previous lessons to remember to stop, look at the ones place and check the larger number so they know if they need to borrow or not.) The team will earn points the same way.
At the end of the subtraction round the team will add their addition and subtraction points to get a total. I ask students to tell me the totals. Now I ask all students to return to their seats.
20 minutes
I ask each student to add up the totals for all the groups. We check our work and agree on a final total. I write a big sign on the board saying We Collected ______ Addition and Subtraction Points!!!
I close with a short independent practice page with 2 addition and 2 subtraction problems for students to solve and hand in for me to assess understanding.
The problems I post are:
67 + 25 =
34 + 45 =
62 - 44 =
78 - 36 =
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An idea just for you
I’ve used this blog to basically dump a lot of my thoughts and ideas. A place to share some things that I think I will most likely never get around to doing but concepts and things that I think are worth at least putting out into the open.
Now I’m thinking….what if I just asked YOU for YOUR ideas? What would you tell the world? What would you share with everyone? Why not build a repertoire of ideas to help others be more creative with their own ideas?
I’m not talking about writing out whole stories. I’m talking fair short and simple concepts that maybe no one has ever thought of before? Maybe you might inspire someone to do something they would not have others have done?
Looking for some feedback on this. Let me know your thoughts?
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Pie in the Sky (April 4th, 2014)
It’s the weekend I wanted to go see a movie, so of course I now have a cold. Well at least there’s lots of //build videos to watch. Here’s a list of some of the more interesting links I found this week. Client/Mobile Extending platform commonality through universal Windows apps: Looks like Microsoft is attempting…
Pie in the Sky (March 7th, 2014)
It’s been a little busy this week, so only a few links. Some good ones in here though. Client/Mobile RubyMotion – Under the hood: A couple nice utilities for RubyMotion projects. Dealing with color schemes in Sass: Using Sass to handle color schemes for your site. 12 best JavaScript libraries for February 2014: Some nice…
Pie in the Sky (February 14th, 2014)
Here are some links for your weekend reading. Cloud Source control credentials issue & fix: Looks like there’s an issue with the Mobile Services source control preview feature. What’s new in Azure Mobile Services: A couple of useful changes here. Oh, and the client SDK was updated too. Windows Azure HDInsight preview clusters with Hadoop…
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Pie in the Sky (September 13th, 2013)
It’s late Friday-post day! Got caught up in a project on Friday and completely forgot about posting this. Or maybe it was a Friday the 13th thing. Anyway, better late than never. Cloud Microsoft Azure grows more open: On the openness of the Windows Azure platform. Mobile/Client-side HTML5 Geolocation: For those location aware web sites…
Pie in the Sky (May 31, 2013)
It looks like it is going to be super hot this weekend, and the fabled Southern US humidity is starting to kick in too. Might be time to go visit my friends in the mountains! 🙂 Hopefully you are staying cool wherever you are, and have some time to relax and enjoy this weeks links:…
Pie in the Sky (April 12, 2013)
It’s turned into summer here, complete with summer heat. The heat didn’t stop us from gathering links though. Here’s a list of interesting links for your weekend reading. Java Install the Java Runtime Environment: Chocolatey-Azure cloud services: An example of using a startup task to install the Java runtime using Chocolatey NuGet. Node.js Node v0.10.4…
Pie in the Sky (January 25, 2013)
After a very mild fall and early winter, it’s finally turned off very cold here. Hopefully you’re keeping warm this weekend! Here’s a few links for your weekend reading: TypeScript 0.8.2: A new preview is out. Read more about the new version in the link. Node v0.8.18: Another week, another Node.js release. Source Maps 101:…
Windows Azure December Update – What’s Important for OSS Developers
As you may have heard by now, Windows Azure went through an upgrade over the weekend and gained some new features. We thought a blog post summarizing the changes as they affect OSS developers was warranted, so here we go! New and updated Windows Azure SDKs This release includes the expected updates to the existing…
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Tranformation leader
1) Discuss 3 things managers can do to build trust. Provide examples based on a clerical or Bank teller experience of possible.
2) Discuss the relationship between organizational culture and change (transformation).
3) Describe what a transformation leader is and any pros/cons.
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1) Discuss 3 things managers can do to build trust. Provide examples based on your experience.
The first thing the managers can do to build trust is to have personal integrity. They must be honest and truthful in dealing with employees. In my experience, a manager had promised a worker a promotion if recovered a broker line of operations so that the project could be completed on time. The worker stayed at the workplace overnight and repaired the line and the project was completed on time. The worker asked for promotion. The HRM refused. The manager stood by his word, and volunteered that his own salary be deducted to finance the promotion of the worker. Finally, the HRM reluctantly gave the promotion. The manager was able to build unshakeable trust with the workers.
The second thing the manager can do is to be fair and equitable. In my experience, I know of a manager that was very fair in his judgment during the annual performance ...
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Migrating Resource Scheduler Data into Exchange 2007
No sooner was one of us back from the Seattle Opera Ring Cycle (Janice Baird rocks!) than we got one of our favorite types of inquiries: Can we get data out of Resource Scheduler and into Exchange 2007 native?
Short answer: Yes.
If you're primarily using Resource Scheduler to book rooms (something Exchange 2003 did not do well) and want to take advantage of the newer (and better) capability in Exchange 2007, this is very doable. We've already figured out how the Resource Scheduler SQL schema is structured and can simply modify and re-propose the meetings with mailbox-enabled resources on E2K7. With this knowledge if you want to try to write this code yourselves, go ahead, but be forewarned, it is harder than you think.
In contrast to the hundreds of calendar migrations we've done, this is more of an informed consent clinical trial right now, but if you're interested drop us a line. The more interest there is the more likely it is we'll proceed with development.
You should also read: Resource scheduling in Exchange Server 2007 and Using Exchange 2007 for Resource Booking. For the truly adventurous and technically adept, check out How to Create or Remove Custom Resource Properties.
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Friday, August 14, 2009
Meeting Maker to Google Calendar field test results
It's been a productive few weeks.
We just used our existing iCalendar tools to export a few Meeting Maker calendars for a site that wanted to go into Google Calendar.
With a little surgery (removing our Time Zone DST definitions) and using the Zulu time option, the data actually imports pretty well. The above example is real-world data.
Now there's a couple of things it doesn't do right out of the box: banners are currently off kilter (this is an easy fix), and we're not sure it's worth replicating the full set of state data for guests (because nobody else does it and everybody going into Google Calendar is price-constrained), but it's not that hard to at least put the guest list into the Description field.
As you know, we actively solicit your feedback.
Saturday, August 01, 2009
Migrating to/from Lotus Notes/Domino Calendar from/to something else?
It was a glorious summer day in Boston and of course I could think only of calendars.
Having come off installing Yellow Dog Linux on my PS3, I thought "How much geekier can I make the day?" OK, I actually thought "how soon can I fire up the grill?" but the lack of high-quality Chilean sea bass caused me to re-think my plans.
So given that one of the development guys warned me that there was no way I could possibly set up a Lotus Domino configuration on Linux by my own self, I had to prove him absolutely correct and generate this sample calendar. (BTW: If you try doing this on Fedora, remember to shutdown sendmail or Domino won't come up due to a port conflict.)
Needless to say - yes, this means we're looking at full-state migrations out of Lotus Notes and into other less "legacy" environments. Our first impetus is someone who wants to take a few thousand Meeting Maker seats and put them INTO Lotus Notes, but we can work in stages.
More later.
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Romans 1:1-12
Romans 1:1-12
Romans 1:9-10
Who started the church in Rome? No one knows. Two main theories: Acts 2:9:10c-11a tells us visitors from Rome (both Jews and converts to Judaism) were there on the day of Pentecost and may have taken the Gospel back to Rome. The other is Christians – Jews and Gentiles migrated to Rome from other eastern churches. Or a third – a combination of the two theories. Rome was (and is) a big city with a population of over 4 million in AD 14. The church was made up of Jews and Gentiles until the Emperor Claudius expelled Jews (Acts 18:2) from Rome, who 3-5 years later returned … and a division within the church ensued. This is one of the main reasons Paul wrote to the church in Rome, but more importantly “Paul knew the Roman church had come into existence without the authoritative leadership of an Apostle of the Lord … and he wanted to add validity to their existence by instructing them in the faith through his epistle. He also desired to deposit a compendium of theological truth and the capital city of the empire was the natural place to do so” (Woodrow Kroll). Romans has three major sections – all about righteousness 1 – defied, 2 – supplied, 3 – applied.
1:1 Bond-Slave & Called
servant/slave of Christ Jesus According to Strongs, from G1210; a slave (literal or figurative, involuntary or voluntary; frequently, therefore in a qualified sense of subjection or subservience). Since a Roman slave was answerable only to his master, Paul was not just a servant to the Lord, but slave as well and answerable only to Him.
Paul was called to be an Apostle not just from his meeting Jesus on the road to Damascus but he said, Galatians 1:15 God, who set me apart from my mother’s womb and called me by his grace
1:2-4 Who is the Gospel
When looking at/reading verse 3, the gospel is not about Jesus Christ, the gospel is Jesus Christ! Additionally, he was declared with power to be the Son of God, the word declared has the meaning of “marked out by unmistakable signs” of which there were many, the two most remarkable were
• 1) raising Lazarus from the dead and
• 2) His own resurrection. Of course you do not have to make somebody something they already are, you simply have to declare him to be who he is.
1:5-7 Grace and Apostleship
Probably better translated “Grace of Apostleship” as Paul considers his apostolic calling to be a heavenly gift. He did not seek this calling, he did not pray for it, but once he received it he used it / lived it to the fullest.
He wanted to instruct all those who are beloved of God in Rome called to be saints (v7) in those things that make for good doctrine and godly living. A saint is one called of God and holy, that is set apart to God for specific service. The saints of Rome, like us, were undeserving yet grateful recipients of God’s love and set apart, like us, to serve Him.
Those who enjoy God’s Love must always take seriously the responsibilities of that love. Love and service, being loved and being set apart as saints, always go hand in hand.
1:8-10 & 11-12 Paul, a Prayer Warrior
How important is prayer? Acts 6:1-4 we find prayer is number one and preaching number two as in verse four we read we will devote ourselves to prayer and to the ministry of the word. So what can we learn about prayer from these three verses and Paul’s approach to prayer? Maybe we call learn how we might also become prayer warriors.
• Prayer should be thankful v8
• Prayer should be personal v9 unceasingly I make mention of you … that’s personal
• Prayer should be continual v9 unceasingly and always v10
• Prayer should be sincere v9 genuine, absolutely sincere, For God … is my witness
• Prayer should be flexible v10 does not matter how, but simply that by God’s will the way will be opened
• Prayer should be submissive v10 if uncertain of God’s will we must be submissive to His will as Paul was, I pray that now at last by God’s will the way may be opened for me to come to you
• Prayer should be specific -12 Paul prayed for specific reasons he wanted to come to Rome: his longing v11 and mutual encouragement also personal again
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You are not alone: business coaching, advice & support
About John Lloyd
John Lloyd is a business growth strategist, marketing consultant, media planner/negotiator/buyer, speaker, trainer, author and columnist. He has built a marketing consulting practice, Brandstorm, based on result and value-based consulting rather than simply selling time.
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space for a goddess
my its been a busy full on time lately…….. always so much to do, constant pressure to meet deadlines.
However yesterday I took myself of to the National Portrait Gallery to see all the amazing paintings of Lucian Freud. All in my eyes were stunning, the huge overscale sized painting of Liegh Bowery was stunning, but nothing could prepare me for the view as I walked into the last gallery, the tall black doors standing sentinel, to the huge goddess like figure depicted on the wall. The room was almost like a shrine to the mother goddess, her voluptuous folds of flesh, so generous, full and wondrous, her abundance flowing in all directions, she just left me in awe of her beauty…………….
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The Christian Ministries minor is designed to inform and train Trinity students for active involvement in the ministry of the local church while preparing for other career distinctives. Students who complete this minor will be equipped for selected ministries in the local church or for entry-level positions with parachurch organizations. A Christian Ministries Minor consists of 25 hours, including 13 required hours and 12 elective hours from Christian Ministries courses. Six elective hours must be courses at the 300-400 level. The goals of the program are as follows:
• To equip men and women with skills applicable to the varied ministries of the local church
• To provide practical training and experience that will help in the development of such abilities as administration, counseling, music, and teaching
• To encourage commitment to and involvement in the local church
Some courses selected for Christian Ministries may also fulfill general education requirements.
Required Courses
BI 275Teaching the Bible3
CM 172Introduction to Ministry3
CM 201Survey of Christian Education3
CM 222
CM 223
Integrated Field Experience
and Integrated Field Experience
Select 12 hours in any other CM courses 112
Total Hours25
Three hours of any BI or BRS course, not fulfilling general education requirements, may be used in lieu of 3 CM hours (not applicable to Biblical Studies majors). Six elective hours must be courses at the 300-400 level.
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Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Therefore God exalted him to the highest place
Val said...
When I think on Jesus, I think about Him coming down from the comforts of Heaven, leaving all that he knew. He was willing to die on the cross, shed His blood for me to cover my sin and give me eternal life. I have heart of thanks and gratitude, for who am I?? Not worthy in my eyes but so precious in His.
Yes, Jesus, the name above all names!!
Teresa said...
He's my Provider...just did a blog about "Home" I reflected over 36years of marriage and family...I was amazed at the times God intervened and "provided" in many ways to our family. We humanly find ourselves in certain situations because of poor decisions, or just life in general...We serve a faithful God who has made Provison after Provision for each of His children!
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Transmission Investments Critical To Accommodate Changing Resource Mix
This article was originally published by Enerknol on January 4, 2016. Transmission investments are becoming increasingly important to deliver electricity from new renewable generators, as the most productive areas for wind, solar, and geothermal locations are often located far from population centers. Retirement of coal plants and nuclear plants also contribute to shifts in power
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Raised in Britain, but South African through and through, M-Net’s CEO Yolisa Phahle joins Gareth reveal her unique story. Her many influences and experiences have led to the progressive post she currently holds, hear her take on current day TV, and what makes or breaks a show in this tough commercial environment.
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"Scipio Aemilianus", in Wikipedia.
Publius Cornelius Scipio Aemilianus Africanus Numantinus (185–129 BC), also known as Scipio Aemilianus or Scipio Africanus Minor (Scipio Africanus the Younger), was a leading general and politician of the ancient Roman Republic. As consul he commanded at the final siege and destruction of Carthage in 146 BC, and was a leader of the senators opposed to the Gracchi in 133 BC.
He was born the younger son of Lucius Aemilius Paulus Macedonicus, the conqueror of Macedonia, and fought when he was 17 years old by his father’s side at the Battle of Pydna, which decided the fate of Macedonia and made northern Greece subject to Rome. He was adopted by Publius Cornelius Scipio, the eldest son of Publius Cornelius Scipio Africanus, and his name was changed to Publius Cornelius Scipio Aemilianus. Aside from this adoption, Scipio Aemilianus was the first cousin of his adopted father because Publius Cornelius Scipio’s mother, Aemilia Tertia, was his aunt since Aemilia and Lucius Aemilius Paulus Macedonicus were siblings, and their father was the elder Lucius Aemilius Paullus.
In 151 BC, with the Romans suffering repeated disasters in Spain, he volunteered his services in that theatre and gained influence over the native tribes similar to that which Scipio Africanus, his grandfather by adoption, had acquired nearly 60 years before. Though Carthage had been reduced in power following the Second Punic War, there was still lingering resentment in Rome. Cato the Elder ended every speech with, “Also, I think Carthage must be destroyed.” In 150 BC an appeal was made to Scipio by the Carthaginians to act as mediator between them and the Numidian prince Massinissa who, supported by a party at Rome, was incessantly encroaching on Carthaginian territory. In 149 BC war was declared by Rome, and a force sent to besiege Carthage.
In the early operations of the war, which went altogether unfavourably for the Romans, Scipio Aemilianus, though a subordinate officer, distinguished himself repeatedly, and in 147 BC he was elected consul, while still under the minimal age required by law to hold this office. Without the customary procedure of drawing lots, he was assigned to the African theater of war. After a year of desperate fighting and stubborn heroism on the part of the defenders, he took the city of Carthage, taking prisoner about 50,000 survivors (about one tenth of the city’s population.) Complying with the mandate of the Senate, he ordered the city evacuated, burnt, razed to the ground and plowed over, ending the Third Punic War. On his return to Rome he received a Triumph, having also established a personal claim to his adoptive agnomen of Africanus.
In 142 BC, during his censorship, he endeavoured to check the growing luxury and immorality of the period. In 139 BC, he was unsuccessfully accused of high treason by Tiberius Claudius Asellus, whom he had degraded when censor. The speeches he gave on that occasion (now lost) were considered brilliant. In 134 BC he was again consul, with the province of Spain, where a demoralized Roman army was vainly attempting the conquest of Numantia on the Durius (Duero) and the closing of the Numantine War. After devoting several months to restoring the discipline of his troops, he reduced the city by blockade. The fall of Numantia in 133 established the Roman dominion in the province of Hither Spain. For his services Scipio Aemilianus received the additional agnomen of “Numantinus”.
Scipio Aemilianus himself, though not in sympathy with the extreme conservative party, was not present in Italy at the time of Tiberius Gracchus and thus took no sides. Since he had not opposed Gaius Laelius Sapiens’ land reform law, it is likely that he would have supported the concept. Nonetheless, he was decidedly opposed to the practices of the Gracchi (whose sister Sempronia was his wife and whose mother Cornelia was his aunt). When he heard of the death of Tiberius Gracchus, he is said to have quoted the line from the Homer’s Odyssey (i. 47), “So may all who engage in such lawless conspiracies perish”; after his return to Rome he was publicly asked by the tribune Gaius Papirius Carbo what he thought of the fate of Gracchus, and replied that he was justly slain. The crowd listening to this comment responded with jeers, to which Scipio quickly replied: “I have never been scared by the shouts of the enemy in arms. Shall I be frightened by your outcries, you stepsons of Italy?” (Ward). This gave dire offence to the popular party, which was now led by his bitterest foes. He soon became an advocate of the Italians who disapproved of some aspects of the Lex Sempronia Agraria, fearing that their land would be confiscated.** Soon afterwards, in 129 BC, on the morning of the day on which he had intended to make a speech in support of the Italians, he was found dead in bed with marks “allegedly evident” on his body. There have been three scenarios proposed for his death: murder, suicide, or suffocation. The mystery of his death was never solved.**
Marcus Velleius Paterculus i. 12;
Florus ii. 15, 17, 18;
Cicero, De oral. ii. 40.
Polybius xxxv. 4, xxxix.;
Appian, Punica, 72, 98, 113–131, IIisp. 48-95, Bell. Civ. i. 19;
Evelyn Shirley Shuckburgh, A History of Rome (Macmillan & Co., Ltd., London, 1898)
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How do I prevent comments on a workflow step
What values do I put into Property Key and Property Value?
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If you are using scriptrunner-> behaviours -> hidden fields:
Im not using scriptrunner
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From memory, jira.permission.comment for the key and denied for the value.
I get this error when I do that
'"-->>]]></script></noscript></style> ERROR OCCURRED
java.lang.RuntimeException: Error parsing meta attribute <meta name='jira.permission.comment'>denied</meta>. Name format is 'jira.permission.[subtasks].<permission>.[group|user|assignee|...]'
I've tried a lot of combinations but that error message suggests that this should work
key: jira.permission.comment.user
value: denied
but that does not work
Sorry, I really should not trust my memory.
jira.permission.comment.denied for the key, and leave the value empty.
That worked. Throws a server error when trying to save comment. I expected them to hide the UI.
Yes, it's annoying (especially as turning off the edit just disables access to the UI, like it should do!)
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Hudson Application Link causes error
Hi Community:
I have JIRA linked with Hudson instance through application link. However, each time I access to JIRA System Dashboard, a warning appears as follows:
2014-05-14 14:10:14,980 http-bio-8080-exec-225 WARN darly.senecal 850x28181x1 1kwobl jira.ip.add.ress /plugins/servlet/streams [atlassian.streams.internal.StreamsCompletionService] Registering failure for stream provider hudson due to error other
How to get rid of this annoying warning. Do I need to install the Jenkins integration plugin?
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No you don't need to install the Jenkins plugin if you don't want to.
You can savely ignore this error. The Streams for Jenkins are provided by the JIRA plugin.
I'll take a look in the code to see if I can disable this in the new version of the Applinks framework. Was not able to do so previously.
You mention the following:
The Streams for Jenkins are provided by the JIRA plugin.
I want to know if it a JIRA plugin of just the application link?
The project to integrate Jenkins with JIRA is implemented using two plugin.
• A plugin for JIRA (Jenkins Integration for JIRA)
• A plugin for Jenkins (JIRA Integration for Jenkins)
The later is optional but highly recommened. It provides a Change log annotator and a build notifier to notify JIRA when a build has completed.
Next to this both plugins contain Application Link specific implementations. The JIRA plugins needs this in other to synchronise build results at an hourly interval.
The plugin for Jenkins provides not only endpoints needed to improve the application and project linking capabilities, but also provided OAuth authentication allowing even easier integration between the products.
The plugin for JIRA provides the synchronisation of build results, the ci build panels and the activity streams entries.
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Sussex Police Warn of Another Victim of Courier Fraud
Sussex police report that a couple in Sompting have been defrauded out of several thousand pounds in a version of the Courier Fraud scam. They have issued an e-fit picture of one of the perpetrators.
This is a particularly nasty type of fraud that often targets vulnerable people.
Sadly, in this day and age it is very important to verify the identity of anyone who telephones you or approaches you in person claiming to be acting in an official capacity.
Any genuine official who approaches you in public or at your door will be able to show you identification. On the telephone, you should always ring the calling company back on their official number from another phone and on their published number (rather than any number the caller gives you). You can find their official number on their website or in the phone directory.
More details of how to avoid becoming a victim of this type of crime can be found in my recent post about Courier Fraud.
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Capital Punishment Term Paper Argument
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Capital Punishment Term Paper Argument
It is a fascinating work to write a term paper about capital punishment. Capital punishment term paper argument is a good topic and you may demonstrate your personal opinion as well as conduct an in-depth research. Of course, you know what capital punishment is and, surely, you have your own opinion on this issue. Nevertheless, you have to plan your writing and come up with a strong argumentation based on supporting secondary sources. It is not enough to say, “yes, I agree” or vise verse. You should take into account different points of view on this problem, such as social, moral, religious, and political, while writing a term paper on such a topic. Term paper is a research paper and you should analyze all possible aspects of the topic and include your personal view of the issue.
Capital Punishment Term Paper Argument Ideas
You will generate some ideas about the topic if you read different books and articles analyzing the attitude towards capital punishment at different periods of time. You shouldn’t try your strength writing college term papers without outline. Once you have some ideas, you need to arrange them logically. It will be very strange if you start writing with attitude to capital punishment in the XXI century and while the term paper topic is capital punishment in XVIII. Be consistent and logical! Even if you are sure that everybody knows what capital punishment is, you should give its definition in the introduction. It is a strong rule for academic term paper writing. You can find a definition at the dictionary, but don’t forget to make a reference to that dictionary at the end of the paper. Follow the created outline while writing English term paper. You may write about the origin of the capital punishment and its kinds in the first part of your term paper. Then you may take a definite period of time and describe capital punishment before and after. The last section of your tem paper may look like “Capital punishment pro and con”.
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warhammer 40k
y for the incomplete (and sorry for being to dramatic some would say) its just that I have noticed some similarities between darksiders and warhammer 40k and want you to see some similarities and look to the right You'll see some similarities to warhammer 40k
speculations with the plot and characters
in my evidence to prove this that other people in the game have similare traits (possibly the same) with other factions in darksiders the angels for example they are wearing gold on their armor which is the angels as described in james swallow's Heart of rage.
As with sameal who has some similarities to the daemons
strife, death, and fury are almost identicle to the Tau's, Necron's, and the space elves.
It is most likely that War will be the god emperor that is worshiped by the Imperium of man and the Imperium of man are really nephilim decendents taking the title of man and women and becoming new kind of humans
meaning that War will be fighting alone after all
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Apache Flume
During my evaluation of NoSQL solutions the biggest hurdles I had, by far, was loading data into Hadoop. The easiest way I found to do this was using Apache Flume. But it took me a long time to figure out that my approach to data loading was wrong. As a RDBMS data architect I was biased towards using techniques to load Hadoop that I would use to load a SQL Server. I tried scripting (which is how most of the NoSQL solutions have you load their sample data, but tends not to work well with your "real" data) first but the learning curve was too high for a proof-of-concept. I then tried using ETL tools like Informatica and had better success, but it was still too cumbersome.
I began thinking like a NoSQL Guy and decided to use HiveQL. I had better success getting the data in to Hadoop...but now I had to get the data out of my RDBMS in a NoSQL-optimized format that I could quickly use HiveQL against.
As my journey continued I thought about how I would intend to get my data into Hadoop if we ever deployed it as a real RDBMS complement. We would probably write something that "listened" for "interesting" data on the production system and then put it into Hadoop. That listener is Apache Flume. Why not just point Flume to listen in to our Service Broker events and scrape the data that way. I had that up and running in a few hours.
Flume works by having an agent running on a JVM listen for events (such as Service Broker messages to a JMS system). The events are queued up into a "Channel". The channels produce new outgoing events to Hadoop/HDFS/HBase (or whatever you use for persistence). So, why use a channel in the middle? Flexibility and asynchronicity. The channels have disaster recovery mechanisms built in. As your throughput needs change you can configure your agents to do fan-in (more agents talk to fewer channels) or fan-out (less agents talk to more channels). The former is great if you have, for instance, multiple listeners that only need to talk to one Hadoop instance. The latter is good if you have one source system that you want to talk to multiple Hadoop instances. Or if you need to route messages to a standby channel to do maintenance on your Hadoop instance.
This means that Flume is very scalable and can handle constant data streams effectively without worry of data loss. This is great for something like streaming stock quotes. Flume is by far the easiest way to load data quickly into Hadoop.
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I think I may be ill, mentally,
‘cause when I’m roaming
These city streets, I’m jealous
Of the rampant homeless,
Concerned only for their
Survival, while I care about
So many things,
Charts and deadlines,
Deliverables and documents,
Whether or not I can finish
Screwing this handful of pastries
Before my three o’clock meeting.
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Oded Ezer
Oded Ezer is a graphic artist and typographer in Tel Aviv. Ezer is best known for his typographic design fiction projects (such as Biotypography, Typosperma, Typoplastic Surgeries and, more recently, for his series of eight typographic videos for the V&A), his design for the New American Haggadah and SkypeType poster, and for his ongoing contribution to Hebrew type design.
Posted in: Business, Design Matters, Typography
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It's fascinating the way in which Oded Ezer redefines what, since the times of Ferdinand de Saussure, seemed to be an indivisible dichotomy of signifier and signified. He gives type new life, meaning and tasks.
I am an Data and Software Systems Engineer. In my profession, it is all about detailed data structures and data scrubbing. As such, I am continuously forced to notice all sorts of things in the world that require fixing. Even those that are not remotely within my power to correct. Nevertheless, I find myself noticing hiccups along my journey of discovery.
Three months ago, I left my corporate job at University of Phoenix to re-start my business, tekAura. In support of this venture I started Full Sail University's Masters of Science in Innovation & Entrepreneurship degree. I just finished listening to your Episode on Design Matters with Oded Ezer (http://observermedia.designobserver.com/audio/oded-ezer/38176/) and felt inspired by your show, brands and and topics. So, I attempted to locate your show page. Along my journey, I notices that your Bio on DesignOverver.com (http://designobserver.com/author/debbie-millman/617/) led to a personal BlogSpot (http://debbiemillman.blogspot.com/) account, which then redirected me to your new website at DebbieMillman.com (http://www.debbiemillman.com/). Although I recognize it as trivial, I am immediately driven to notify you of this a potentially requiring an update to direct your readers/listeners to your new website instead.
In between the first thought of a simple suggestion until this very moment, I have been compelled to inform you of this potential oversight. Even though it has been engrained by upbringing to never, even in the slightest way, suggest an improvement to another whom has not requested an opinion as it will only serve to suggest that I am a notorious nit-picker and considered rude, the biggest offense, for all eternity.
So, pardon me, if I impose, instead, an inquiry. I am curious, Do you find value in retaining your old domain as a separate entity. I find this behavior curious as I am currently in the process of defining my own brand strategy and am being faced with the same questions. Do I migrate all of the data from the blogspot account to the content management system hosted on my primary domain? Do I trust Google to retain an archive of my blogspot account forever? Do I shutdown public access to the blogspot account via the subdomain and redirect all traffic to www? Do I enforce a permanent redirect, specifically, to the migrated archive address? I am facing these questions as I struggle to survive by fulfilling various constrained contracts and seeking to achieve meaningful relationships with our clientele. Even now, as I contemplate adding this topic to my own blog/show idea list, I struggle with the primary purpose and applicable appropriateness to the context of this communication.
Now, if I haven't lost you at this point.... I will divulge that being an Open Source (http://opensource.org/) Software Engineer & Innovation Entrepreneur, I am consistently faced with the realization that partner and industry reputation is often more dependent on charisma and salesmanship, than realism and openness. Even in the Open Source industry, there is a general standard practice that you must earn your reputation by way of level of involvement or how central you perch on the strategic decision making tree. Granted, some Open Source companies, like Ubuntu (http://www.ubuntu.com/)'s Canonical (http://www.canonical.com/), do better jobs than others of encouraging multiple levels and aspects of collaboration and ease of entry into opportunities is reduced by using a structured approach to open innovation as the basis of their core values.
Lastly, I especially identified with your guest in reference to discovering someone's "calling in life". I am consistently faced with the idea that my creative potential has yet to be fully realized. I would be interested to know how more about your personal path in the business world. Have you written an autobiography? I will continue to listen in order to gain this insight.
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Job Manager Service
The Job Manager Service allows customers to execute analytical and data science models, which consist of arbitrary paragraphs of code. Currently, the Job Manager Service only supports Apache Zeppelin virtual notebooks.
For accessing this service you need to have the respective roles listed in Job Manager roles and scopes.
The Job Manager Service follows an execution pattern, which consists of the following steps:
1. Validate input parameters, their existence and security availability.
2. Start the execution environment.
3. Prepare input data.
4. Execute Zeppelin virtual notebook.
5. Store results in user defined output directory.
Model Management Service
The Job Manager Service uses the API of the Model Management Service to access the analytical models to be executed. The respective models must be accessible by the tenant.
Data Exchange Service
The Job Manager Service uses the API of the Data Exchange Service to read input data and export output data. The respective locations must be accessible by the tenant.
Predictive Learning Services
The Job Manager Services runs the specified jobs in a virtual environment. This environment must be defined using the Predictive Learning services.
Apache Zeppelin
Apache Zeppelin is a virtual notebook environment. Apache Zeppelin notebooks support various interpreters, for many languages and frameworks, including Scala, Python, Java etc. They are useful in at least two general scenarios:
• training a model to obtain an inference model
• performing inference or prediction tasks
Training a model usually requires high computation resources like memory, storage, bandwidth and CPU. The Job Manager Service exposes its API for realizing the following tasks:
• Validate provided input before proceeding with expensive operations
• Perform necessary cleanups regardless of the success or failure of the execution
• Retry expensive operations automatically in case of failure
• Record important outputs for the user to backtrace errors
• Minimize the usage of expensive resources
• All input files have to pass the MindSphere Gateway, which has its own limitations.
• Each execution is started in a separate execution environment.
• Setting up the execution environment can take up to 30 minutes. Keep this in mind for time-sensitive prediction or inference tasks.
• The preparation time for input data and results is linearly dependent on the file sizes.
Example Scenario
A developer wants to train an Apache Zeppelin notebook model for anomaly detection. The developer uses the Job Manager Service to (re)train this model.
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Helper functions
Mostly written in Java, these functions build search indexes, compute dataset characteristics, generate tasks and evaluate the results of certain tasks.
The Java code is available in the 'OpenML' repository:
General: - OpenML: Building Lucene search index and smaller tools, e.g. extracting documentation from WEKA source files and ARFF files - generateApiDocs: Generates API HTML Documentation - http_post_file: Example how to post files to the api using Java.
Support for tasks: - foldgeneration: Java code for generating cross-validation folds. Can be used from command line. - splitgeneration: Split generator for cross validation and holdout. Unsure what's the difference with the previous? - generate_predictions: Helper class to build prediction files based on WEKA output. Move to WEKA repository? - evaluate_predictions: The evaluation engine computing evaluation scores based on submitted predictions
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Local Installation
Docker installation
The easiest way to set up a local version of OpenML is to use Docker Compose following the instructions here (thanks to Rui Quintino!):
If you run into problems, please post an issue in the same github repo.
You'll need to have the following software running: * Apache Webserver, (with the rewrite module enabled. Is installed by default, not enabled.) * MySQL Server. * PHP 5.5 or higher (comes also with Apache) Or just a XAMP (Mac), LAMP (Linux) or WAMP (Windows) package, which conveniently contains all these applications.
Next, OpenML runs on two databases, a public database with all experiment information, and a private database, with information like user accounts etc. The latest version of both databases can be downloaded here:
Obviously, the private database does not include any actual user account info.
The source code is available in the 'OpenML' repository:
OpenML is written in PHP, and can be 'installed' by copying all files in the 'www' or 'public_html' directory of Apache.
After that, you need to provide your local paths and database accounts and passwords using the config file in: 'APACHE_WWW_DIR'/openml_OS/config/BASE_CONFIG.php.
If everything is configured correctly, OpenML should now be running.
Search Indices
If you want to run your own (separate) OpenML instance, and store your own data, you'll also want to build your own search indices to show all data on the website. The OpenML website is based on the ElasticSearch stack. To install it, follow the instructions here:
This script wipes all OpenML server data and rebuilds the database and search index. Replace 'openmldir' with the directory where you want OpenML to store files.
# delete data from server
sudo rm -rf /openmldir/*
mkdir /openmldir/log
# delete database
mysqladmin -u "root" -p"yourpassword" DROP openml_expdb
mysql -h localhost -u root -p"yourpassword" -e "TRUNCATE openml.file;"
# reset ES search index
echo "Deleting and recreating the ES index: "
curl -XDELETE http://localhost:9200/openml
curl -XPUT 'localhost:9200/openml?pretty' -H 'Content-Type: application/json' -d'
"settings" : {
"index" : {
"number_of_shards" : 3,
"number_of_replicas" : 2
# go to directory with the website source code
cd /var/www/
# reinitiate the database
mysql -u root -p"yourpassword!" < downloads/openml_expdb.sql
# fill important columns
sudo php index.php cron install_database
# rebuild search index
sudo php index.php cron initialize_es_indices
sudo php index.php cron build_es_indices
sudo chown apache:apache /openmldir/log
sudo chown apache:apache /openmldir/log/*
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Element Structure and Document Object Model
The document object model of RadAutoCompleteBox is represented by the LineInfo class and the ITextBlock interface. The LineInfo class contains logical information about the start and end block of the line and its size. The ITextBlock interface exposes layout information of single word. Notice that the elements which implement ITextBlock interface should be inheritors of RadElement.
The visual element structure of the RadTextBoxControlElement is presented on the following diagram:
Figure 1: The elements used in RadAutoCompleteBox
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• TextBoxViewElement represents a viewport that is responsible for the layout and arrangement of all text blocks. It executes layout algorithms for single, multi-line and word wrap layout. It inherits from ITextBlock.
• TokenizedTextBlockElement – represented a tokenized set of words determined by the RadAutoCompleteBox’s delimiter.
• TextBlockElement represents a single word, which is rendered on the viewport.
Depending on how the content of the editor is changed, one or more instances of ITextBlock can be merged into a single instance. Notice that TextBlockElement cannot be merged with TokenizedTextBlockElement.
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The Dashboard provides a quick overview of the performance and condition of your virtual infrastructure.
vRealize Operations Manager Home Page
vRealize Operations Manager collects performance data from monitored software and hardware resources in your enterprise and provides predictive analysis and real-time information about problems. The data and analysis are presented through alerts, in configurable dashboards, on predefined pages, and in several predefined dashboards.
Table 1. vRealize Operations Manager Home Page Menus
Dashboard List
Lists all dashboards that are visible on the home page. You can use this menu for a quick navigation through your dashboards.
Available dashboard actions, such as create, edit, delete, and set as default. These actions are applied directly to the dashboard that you are on.
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Go API Introduction
The Wallaroo Go API can be used to write Wallaroo applications using Go on 64-bit platforms.
In order to write a Wallaroo application in Go, the developer creates a series of functions and types that provide methods expected by Wallaroo (see Wallaroo Go API Classes for more detail). Additionally, the developer writes an entry point function that Wallaroo uses to lay out the application.
For a basic overview of what Wallaroo does, read What is Wallaroo and Core Concepts. These documents will help you understand the system at a high level so that you can see how the pieces of the Go API fit into it.
The Basics
A Wallaroo Go application is a combination of Go library (technically Cgo, we'll cover that in more detail later) and Wallaroo framework code provided by Wallaroo Labs.
You, the application developer, write your application in Go and then compile it into a Go library that will be linked into a final executable file using the Pony compiler.
Next Steps
To set up your environment for writing and running Wallaroo Go applications, refer to our installation instructions.
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"The Secret of financial success is
To spend what is left after the deposition of savings
Instead of saving what is left after the release of Money "
Spend less than you earn.
At the beginning of the states that you will pay the first
and choose the purpose of the pledges (charitable, help others,
Religious organization, helping children from orphanages or other goals you choose.)
Here are some important tips to help you get started.
When you spend your money, take a few minutes in a few steps to help you control and manage money.
ü Schedule a purchase
ü Negotiate discount/discount
ü Take the Account
ü Check the bill
ü Sort Account (category of expenditure)
ü Revise your bank account balance or cash status after the amount is issued
ü Archive Account
ü Record expenses
Example of expenditure categories
1 donations (share with others)
2 Savings (This is the category you don't move money
Money or put it in your account. These are the money to invest)
3 taxes
4 Shelter (rent, mortgage repayment)
5 expenditure on the gosp. Household (food, clothing living costs)
6 car (or transport/communication)
7 Entertainment
8 Insurance (Health, death, civil liability, property)
9 Debts and other commitments
10 Business activities
Below is another form of the (percentage) category of expenditure:
10% long-term savings (this is the category you are not moving you can throw money into the money or put it in your account. These are the money to invest)
10% Entertainment
10% long-term savings (for higher expenses)
10% Education Development
50% need
10% donations You can also develop your own categories of expenditure that will be most appropriate
For you and your situation. When creating your own category list, be sure to make it simple.
Start working today.
Develop your own money management system, spending categories and account retention.
If you're having trouble and giving out more using a credit card or many such cards, be sure to put all (leave at home). The amount you have at your disposal to share your spending categories (taking into account savings) and stick to the plan. Remember you can't spend more than you get.
Collecting accounts
You can prepare regular envelopes/briefcases described by the categories in which you will hold the bills. At the end of the month, you'll accrue expense categories.
You can also record expenses on your computer. There is special software for household expenses.
This may be a helpful site where you will find helpful software to control your spending and planning your savings. Here you will find one of the leading portals for free to allow you to control your spending safely: www.kontomierz.pl
Many of these types of programs are also available.
You can also search by popular search engines (Google.com or bing.pl) by typing in the search window: Home program budget (or free home budget program).
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In our continued machine learning travels Jen and I have been building some classifiers using Weka and one thing we wanted to do was save the classifier and then reuse it later.
There is documentation for how to do this from the command line but we’re doing everything programatically and wanted to be able to save our classifiers from Java code.
As it turns out it’s not too tricky when you know which classes to call and saving a classifier to a file is as simple as this:
MultilayerPerceptron classifier = new MultilayerPerceptron();
classifier.buildClassifier(instances); // instances gets passed in from elsewhere
Debug.saveToFile("/path/to/weka-neural-network", classifier);
If we want to load that classifier up we can make use of the SerializedClassifier class like so:
SerializedClassifier classifier = new SerializedClassifier();
classifier.setModelFile(new File("/path/to/weka-neural-network"));
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Who Will win the New Space Race: SpaceX or Blue Origin?
Amid all of these very admirable, very ambitious and very ingenious objectives, how close are SpaceX and Blue Origin to actually making affordable commercial space travel a reality?
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Luckily for us, we live in an age where commercial space travel is becoming a tangible reality. Classic market competition among private aeronautics companies like Boeing, SpaceX, and Blue Origin is helping to drive down the costs of space travel relatively quickly. Echoing the first space race that put a man on the Moon, modern Star Wars among private companies also come in the form of the race to be “first”. The race to be the first to offer passenger space flights, the first to colonize Mars and others are helping to perfect necessary technologies quickly, and drive target launch dates closer to the present.
Next-Gen Entrepreneurs
The Digital Age has created a new class of entrepreneurs. The Internet made success accessible for young kids with big ideas by providing the perfect platform and an eager audience all in one. As a result, those kids with big ideas were able to make enormous amounts of money in an incredibly short period of time. With their economic needs met many times over (and possibly before the age of 30), these Next-Gen entrepreneurs tend to turn their attention from short-term profits to long-term investments.
In recent years, we’ve witnessed the rise of altruistic geniuses like Elon Musk and Jeff Bezos. Yes, both are young billionaires who are products of internet success, but they also have a tendency to invest in technologies with the goal of making them accessible to as many people as possible.
Musk founded electric car manufacturer Tesla Motors with the objective of providing more sustainable transportation, and founded SpaceX with the ultimate goal of helping humanity colonize Mars.
Jeff Bezos is the founder and CEO of Amazon, which has not only revolutionized how people shop, but has given them on-demand access to almost any product in the world.
Both are putting their intellect and their fortunes into realizing childhood dreams of space, and more importantly, to improving humanity as a whole. But which altruistic genius is ahead in this 21 Century Space Race?
“Elon Musk” is practically a household name. People seem to know the man better than his projects. Conversely, while everyone knows, uses and loves Amazon, they’re not so familiar with the name “Jeff Bezos” as the man behind the e-commerce giant. How their respective commercial space companies perform over the next few years will help declare a winner, but what kind of call can we make for now?
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Martian Musk
Musk is on a mission: to Mars. While he is only just beginning to reveal the specifics of his plan to colonize Mars, Space X is already off the ground. Despite the unfortunate explosions of two Falcon 9 rockets in two years, SpaceX has already made supply runs to the International Space Station (“ISS”), and NASA recently awarded the company a joint contract with Boeing to manage the transport of US astronauts to the ISS.
It appears that Musk and SpaceX have done a better job of positioning themselves to be the leaders in commercial spaceflight by forming partnerships with organizations like Facebook, NASA, and competitor Boeing. Partnering with NASA and Boeing also has the added benefit of helping to integrate SpaceX into existing space travel infrastructure while allowing the company to help change the nature of space travel. Finally, Space X has also already developed and tested the technology and publicized detailed proposals on how to use them.
Baby Blues
In 2000, Bezos founded Blue Origin with the goal of developing new technologies to lower the cost of space travel. One such technology is a rocket specifically designed for space tourism. He has since received the Heinlein Prize for his company’s achievements, and subsequently donated all $250,000 in prize money to Students for the Exploration and Development of Space, an international student association whose purpose is to promote space exploration.
Regarding concrete plans for space flight Bezos has announced that Blue Origin would be testing manned flights until next year, and the first commercial flights would take place in 2018. The main craft that the company will use is called the New Shepherd, and is projected build six more rockets by 2018. Furthermore, in an all too appropriate Battle of the Sizes, Blue Origin will rival SpaceX’s Rocket 9 with the New Glenn, a reusable suborbital spacecraft that is larger than the Musk’s.
Finally, Bezos bought a newspaper. In acquiring the Washington Post, Bezos made it clear that he understands the power of information, and is interested in making it as accessible as possible. Anything Elon Musk does is news, and perhaps in purchasing the post, Besos is playing catch up. Whether Bezos is busy building a cult of personality or the future of commercial space flight, his endeavors are literally helping affordable space travel take flight.
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!help! i Broke the tutorial on smp6
Discussion in 'Empire Help & Support' started by AdinD, Oct 19, 2013.
1. I was in the tutorial showing my friend the Easter egg and a broke the button on the question about the staffs name colors. I dont know how, can a mod/staff please come fix it?
2. I suspect it's clientside. Coming to check it out now. :)
3. I dont think it is. My friend said it broke too
4. Me and my friend just broke the button on the staff colour one :/
5. blame max, she made me turn flow on
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Battle of Verdun
Germany wants to weaken the French Army to the point of exhaustion
21 February - 18 December 1916
author Paul Boșcu, January 2015
During the battle of Verdun the German Army launched a series of attacks designed to weaken the French Army to the point of exhaustion. While the Germans initially had success, capturing important ground from the hands of the French, the Somme offensive forced them to direct reinforcements to that sector. During the final phase of the battle of Verdun the French soldiers managed to recapture a lot of the lost ground. In the end the Germans suffered almost as many casualties as the French.
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The battle of Verdun was the largest battle of the Western Front of World War I fought between the French and German armies. The fighting lasted for 303 days, and it remains one of the bloodiest battles in human history. During the battle, the Germans attacked the French army in the Verdun area. At first the Germans had some success, capturing Fort Douaumont and Fort Vaux. But as the battle progressed the Germans had to redirect troops from the Verdun area to the battle of the Somme. In the final phase of the battle, the French managed to recapture much of the lost ground, including Forts Douaumont and Vaux.
The balance of power on the Western Front was changing, because although the Germans had strengthened their forces in the west after their successful campaigns on the Eastern Front, the BEF was also expanding. It now had around a million men under arms – a total of thirty-eight infantry divisions and still growing. Nevertheless the French remained the dominant ally, with some ninety-six divisions under the command of General Joseph Joffre in January 1916.
There was no denying that the French had borne the brunt of the war on the Western Front since August 1914. By comparison, the British contribution had been negligible: those battles in which they had been involved, such as Neuve Chapelle or Loos, barely registered as skirmishes when compared to the titanic clashes in the Artois and Champagne.
Amidst all the mayhem and destruction, the sophistication of the bombardment had also taken a step forward with the widespread use of gas shells on battery positions, to suppress the fire of the French guns during the German attack across No Man’s Land.
Almost encircled by ridges and hills on both banks of the Meuse, Verdun was also protected by rings of forts. The strongest, in theory, was Fort Douaumont, perched on a 1,200-foot height located to the north-east of the city, on the right bank. However, the strength of the forts was illusory. Many of their guns had been removed to provide extra firepower for the French autumn operations of the previous year.
After the initial French debacles, General Philippe Petain, known for his pragmatism, would probably have preferred to implement a controlled withdrawal. However, as an unambitious officer who shunned intrigue and ostentation, Petain was ideally suited to the role in which he was now cast. He understood modern firepower and was trusted by his troops. His very presence at Verdun lifted morale and he inspired renewed confidence in the Verdun forts as the backbone of a 'Line of Resistance'. French artillery was concentrated to give the Germans a taste of attrition.
In planning the Verdun offensive, the German General Staff had undoubtedly been aware that once summer arrived, they could expect Entente offensive operations to commence on many different fronts, including the Western Front. The German General Staff basically had no reserves. Once an offensive began somewhere else, it could be stemmed only by the diversion of resources. So far, the Germans had been able to use their still substantial superiority in firepower to compensate. But the guns, like the men, would have to be diverted when the next offensive began.
In December 1915 it had been decided that there would be a huge Anglo-French offensive on the Western Front to coincide with simultaneous offensives by the Russians and the Italians. Joffre had selected the Somme area where the British and French would fight side by side. This was alliance warfare and Douglas Haig, the British Expeditionary Force commander, was left with no option but to comply if the union was to survive and prosper. Yet neither Joffre nor Haig would have the chance to dictate what was about to happen on the Western Front. At the start of 1916 the French position at Verdun was not healthy.
The new year saw a new team at the heart of the British military. In London, General Sir William Robertson had been appointed as Chief of Imperial General Staff. General Sir Douglas Haig had been promoted to command the BEF. The two would work in harmony, united in their belief that the prevailing strategic situation meant that the bulk of British resources should be devoted to fighting the main enemy – Germany – in the deciding theatre of war, the Western Front.
From the British perspective, the Ypres salient was the more obvious sector from which to attack, not least because it was closest to the Channel ports and the British Expeditionary Force’s supply lines. But militarily Britain was the junior partner of the coalition. French’s replacement by Haig promised an improvement in Anglo-French relations. When Haig met Joffre in February 1916 he readily agreed that the attack should be in Picardy, astride the River Somme, where the two armies met.
A generally quiet sector since 1914, the great fortress at Verdun had been denuded of most of its guns during the desperate combing out of heavy artillery for the autumn offensives of 1915. The whole sector was only defended by four divisions and two brigades of Territorial troops. There had been a definite complacency at Joffre’s headquarters despite warnings as to the inadequacy of the French defences.
The advent of a period of heavy snow and rain on the date of the originally intended attack militated against the effective deployment of the German artillery that was essential to the success of the attack. It forced a 9-day postponement. These precious few days allowed the French the chance to realise what was about to happen and belatedly to concentrate their forces. By the time the Germans attacked, the French had eight divisions and over 600 guns on the east and west banks of the Meuse.
For the first half of 1916, it was another general, the German Chief of General Staff, General Erich von Falkenhayn, who would control the agenda of the war. With Russia apparently tamed, Falkenhayn was intent on seeking a decision in the west. Falkenhayn still considered Britain the main enemy, but seriously harming the British war effort remained problematical. Eventually, he resolved to attack the French, reasoning that he would knock ‘England’s best sword out of its hand – France!’
Falkenhayn had been encouraged by the series of successes on the Eastern Front in 1915. He believed that, although total defeat of Russia was an unlikely prospect, his armies had achieved enough to render her at least quiescent during 1916. Serbia, too, had been reduced to a shadow, while the position of Austria-Hungary had undoubtedly improved. Falkenhayn and his staff believed that the French nation and her democratically elected politicians were not strong enough to withstand the terrible rigors of war for much longer. They would put the matter to the test in 1916.
For all the successes the Central Powers achieved on other fronts in 1915, the overall strategic situation remained the same: Russia obstinately refused to make a separate peace and hence Germany was still doomed to fight on two fronts. In these circumstances Falkenhayn was convinced that the war would have to be ended before 1916 drew to a close, or Germany – but even more likely Austria- Hungary and Turkey – would simply collapse under the weight of the immense burdens of war.
In the assessment of their military opponents, German intelligence suggested that Britain’s new ‘Kitchener Armies’ were not militarily competent. They were also aware of the generally good morale still prevailing in the British units. In contrast, the Germans looked down on the French divisions, considering them both unskilled in the military arts and low in morale. This view may have been wrong, but it was widespread in the German High Command, which did not lack in self-confidence, assessing their own troops as both highly skilled and well motivated in action.
Throughout 1915, Falkenhayn had seen the western front as the decisive theatre of the war. He now assumed that the Austrians would guard his back against a severely weakened Russia, while he concentrated Germany’s efforts against France. The fact that he did so in the very month when his relationship with Conrad von Hötzendorff, the Austrian Chief of the General Staff, reached its nadir meant that his decision was not coordinated with his principal ally. Conrad overran Montenegro and then readied his army for an operation much more to Austrian liking, an attack on Italy in the Trentino. The pressure on Russia eased.
The fact that Falkenhayn’s strategy did not join up was largely outside his control, but its assumptions were logical enough. Much more perplexing are Falkenhayn’s proposals for turning these ideas into operational practice. After the war, in his memoirs, he claimed to have written a memorandum at Christmas in 1915, in which he said that he intended not to take Verdun but to suck the French army into the defence of the city and so bleed it to death. But the fact that he ordered his troops to advance as far as they could contradicts this. As a result they suffered heavy casualties, almost as high as the French.
During the planning process for what would be the Battle of Verdun, Falkenhayn developed a new concept of warfare. He would launch an assault on the salient that protruded around the fortress town of Verdun on both banks of the River Meuse. There a potent mixture of tactical necessity and national pride would force the French to launch counterattacks that would in effect bleed their army to death. Whether the French counterattacked at Verdun or attempted to relieve the pressure with a major attack elsewhere, the Germans believed that the effect would be the same – huge losses, unsustainable for the French nation.
The German Fifth Army, commanded by Crown Prince Wilhelm, would launch the attack on the east bank of the Meuse to swiftly seize the commanding heights using relatively small numbers of infantry in open order, accompanied by flamethrowers and backed by overwhelming artillery fire on the French front line until the actual moment of assault, at which the guns would switch to the Second Line positions.
It is open to debate whether Falkenhayn actually meant to seize Verdun. His decisions to strike the initial blow with only nine divisions, to keep reserves under his own control and to restrict the assault to the right bank all indicate that this was not his principal aim. On the other hand, Crown Prince Wilhelm was encouraged to proceed with planning on the assumption that the objective was to capture Verdun 'by precipitate methods'. Not for the first time, nor indeed the last, confusion about strategic purpose infected German offensive operations.
A British intervention was not particularly feared, as Falkenhayn doubted that the BEF was ready for serious fighting on a continental scale. Above all, it was intended that German casualties should be kept to a minimum. As Falkenhayn succinctly put it: ‘Our object… was to inflict upon the enemy the utmost possible injury with the least possible expenditure of lives on our part.’ Obsessed with secrecy, Falkenhayn denied his subordinates access to the overall plans. The result was that many in the German High Command on the Western Front either did not understand or did not endorse his overall strategic approach. But Falkenhayn was determined to minimise intelligence leaks and secure strategic surprise. To this end he also allowed preparations to be made for several other offensives up and down the Western Front, thereby muddying the water for the Entente. They guessed an offensive was coming, but could not pinpoint where the blow would fall.
Once in control of the heights above the Meuse, the massed German heavy artillery could dominate the whole battlefield and Verdun itself. Special arrangements had been made to ensure that throughout the next phase of the offensive the German guns would be able to maintain a constant heavy bombardment, with shells continually lashing down on the French front lines and harassing their communications.
Falkenhayn wanted the attack to be restricted to the east bank of the Meuse, at least in the initial stages, as he doubted he had sufficient troops for such a large-scale effort on both banks. There was a clear divergence of view here with that of the Fifth Army staff, who not only preferred the idea of a simultaneous assault on both banks, but also seemed more intent on swiftly capturing the Verdun fortress than on ‘bleeding white’ the body of the French Army.
When the German bombardment began, it was far more concentrated than that which the French had employed in their wide-front autumn offensives the year before. Gradually, the shelling built up to a crescendo. What followed was to some extent an anti-climax as the German patrols felt their way forward, investigating the situation, not committing masses of troops that first night. The Germans overran the Bois d’Haumont, but stalled in the neighbouring Bois des Caures, where the defence was led by Colonel Émile Driant. A second terrible bombardment lashed Driant’s positions in the morning. This time the German assault was pressed home in earnest.
The German field guns and trench mortars continued firing on the French forward positions. ‘The trees are mown like straw; individual shells disengage themselves from the smoke; the dust produced by the earth that is thrown up forms a fog which prevents us seeing very far’, reported G. Champeaux, an artillery liaison officer with the 164th Regiment of Infantry at Herbebois, on the right of the Bois de Ville. ‘All day, we hunch our backs... We have to abandon our shelter and go to ground in a large crater; we are surrounded by wounded and dying whom we cannot even help.’
Verdun marked one of the first appearances of the German stormtroopers, a specially trained elite intended to feel the way forward, infiltrating centers of resistance and employing the flamethrowers premiered at Ypres in the summer of 1915. German planners had been too cautious, limiting infantry operations on the first day to strong fighting patrols which would employ infiltration tactics to seek out weak spots in the French line. Only the VII Reserve Corps commander, von Zwehl, disregarded these orders and showed what might have been achieved. He deployed storm troops just behind the fighting patrols and, in five hours, secured the Bois d'Haumont.
Driant was an inspirational figure as he coordinated the resistance. Here is an account of his death from an eye witness: ‘I had just fallen in a shell hole, when a Sergeant who was accompanying Colonel Driant and was walking a pace or two in front of him, fell in the same hole. I distinctly saw Colonel Driant throw out his arms exclaiming, “Oh my God!” then he made a half-turn and collapsed behind the hole, facing the wood. His body being stretched out flat, we could not see it from inside the hole, owing to the amount of earth that had been thrown up all around. We wanted to get him down into the shell hole with us without leaving the hole ourselves. When we had cleared enough earth to be able to look out, we could see the colonel. He gave no sign of life, blood was flowing from a wound in his head and also from his mouth. He had the colour of a dead man and his eyes were half closed.’ (Sergeant Jules Hacquin, 56th Light Infantry)
In the Bois des Caures, Driant's shrewd use of strong points instead of continuous trench lines enabled the surviving French to defend that position obstinately against the Germans. Von Zwehl was again the pace-setter, bursting through a regiment of French troops at the Bois de Consenvoye. He then seized Haumont to tear open a gap in the French first line and expose the left flank of the Bois des Caures. During the late afternoon Driant was killed whilst endeavouring to withdraw his shattered battalions to Beaumont.
Much of the French front line had crumbled but despite terrible casualties the defenders were inflicting increasing losses on the Germans, especially among their key storm troops. The Germans came up against an intermediate line that had only recently been created on General Noël De Castelnau's orders and so was not marked on German maps. The dogged defence of Herbebois by the French was overrun.
The 37th African Division began to reach the battlefield to shore up the depleted units of the French XXX Corps and, ominously for the Germans, powerful French artillery was massing on the left bank of the Meuse. In the short term these developments were of scant comfort to the French. Samogneux and Beaumont fell and, in barely three hours, the French second position broke apart.
For the first time, a major offensive was coordinated with airpower, used in three ways that would subsequently become more or less standard in warfare: air superiority over the theater through overwhelming numbers, which in turn enabled bombing and artillery spotting. This last was done in two different ways. Six artillery observation units of airplanes were employed, in addition to seven balloon units deploying fourteen observation balloons. All of this had been done before. What was completely new was the fact that the Germans used planes to bomb enemy positions.
The difference between the two types of artillery spotting was that the balloons were tethered over German positions. This enabled the observers to look down into the other side from a relatively stable platform, while the airplane could cover the entire battlefield. For this system to work, it demanded air superiority, and aircraft were pulled in from elsewhere so that the balloons and observers could be protected. With this much observation power, the initial barrage could be short. New targets could be acquired and destroyed as the battle continued.
The air over the battlefield was flooded with aircraft, and during the first week of the offensive they dropped 4,500 kilograms of bombs on targets the guns couldn’t reach. As the bombs in use at this time weighed about twelve kilograms, and weight was at a premium on the planes of the era, these totals represented a great many sorties. Twelve-kilogram bombs seem rather puny, but when it is considered that very few artillery shells in use carried even half that much in the way of an explosive payload, the effect was far from negligible. The planes in use in 1916 had the sort of aerodynamics that made extremely slow low-level flying quite feasible: under those conditions, bombs dropped from the air could be surprisingly accurate.
The German advance was very gradual – just 1-2 miles in the first three days. Then there was a terrible shock for the French, born of the sheer confusion of battle. Fort Douaumont was tactically the most significant of the forts, its glowering presence dominating the northern approaches to Verdun. The company of infantry attached to the fort had been despatched to help stiffen their front line and by some mischance had not been replaced, leaving the fort empty but for a few gunners. German patrols penetrated the outer defences of the fort and broke in to discover the building all but deserted. The great imagined bastion of Douaumont had fallen without a shot being fired.
The fort had only been completed in 1913 and was armed with a 155 mm gun, 75 mm guns and machine guns, all housed in steel turrets. The original brick construction had been covered with a thick layer of concrete which proved at least partially resistant to the huge shells that crashed down on its structure.
Although its guns were all but irrelevant, the psychological effect on both sides was considerable, while the military value of the fort lay in its position as an all-seeing observation point from which the German artillery could now be directed.The French fell back and the German advance continued until exhaustion and terrible weather brought it to a shuddering stop on the last ridge of hills only two miles from Verdun itself.
The Germans were falling into their own trap created by the ambivalence of the Crown Prince Wilhelm and the staff of the Fifth Army to the original intention of the offensive. They began to press harder and harder, tempted by the success at Douaumont, with the result that their losses began to rise. By the end of February, the German and French casualties had achieved a rough parity. This was not the German plan.
The capture of such a prize at minimal cost sparked national rejoicing in Germany. The attackers appeared to have a clear route into Verdun. The commander of the French Central Army Group, Fernand De Langle de Cary, had already advocated withdrawal to the heights to the east and south-east. However, the combative De Castelnau, at French General Headquarters, opposed this policy.
The news of the fort's capture spread panic among the troops in Verdun and even the first of the reinforcements arriving to strengthen the front. Depots of food were pillaged on the word that the Meuse bridges had been prepared for demolition and retreat was imminent. Verdun seemed on the point of falling.
At this point it seemed that the French were going to abandon the east bank of the Meuse to the Germans. However, Joffre’s Chief of Staff, General Édouard de Castelnau, was aware of what did, and did not, make military sense. Taking into consideration the likely impact of the loss of Verdun on French national morale, he persuaded Joffre that it must be held. This meant not only holding the last positions on the east bank but also ordering a policy of no retreat on the west bank, should the Germans attack there. It was resolved to place General Phillipe Pétain, in command of the Second Army, in charge of holding Verdun.
A well-organized, tenacious commander, Pétain had not had his career affected by his failure in the Champagne autumn offensives, and, more to the point, he had a reputation as a master of defence – clearly a useful attribute at Verdun. In deciding to stand at Verdun, the French were unknowingly falling for Falkenhayn’s snare, but they had little choice. Indeed, Pétain ordered his men to ‘Beat off at all costs the attacks of the enemy, and retake immediately any piece of land taken by him.’ Falkenhayn could have written this for him!
Pétain applied his methodical talents to sorting out the defences at Verdun. Massive reinforcements were moved up and Pétain ensured that they concentrated not only on front-line positions but also on creating a coherent system of defence in depth. His staff were ordered to ensure that the troops were constantly rotated so that no unit spent too long at the front. This meant that most of the French Army would gradually be introduced to the hell of Verdun, but not for long enough to break their morale or grind them to nothing.
Pétain deployed his vastly augmented heavy artillery on the west bank, tucked away in the hills, where they could fire en masse into the exposed flank of the German advance. The French flat-trajectory 75 mm guns were of little use against trenches, but Pétain reorganized them so that they could respond whenever the German infantry exposed themselves crossing No Man’s Land – then the 75 mms were as deadly as ever. So, just as the German guns were struggling with the enormous practical difficulties of moving forward across the shell-cratered battlefield in dreadful weather, the French artillery began to exert an equal and opposite force.
Above all, Petain grasped the importance of logistics. He reorganized the frail supply route into Verdun: the railway had been cut and all that was left was one arterial road – soon to be tritely christened the Voie Sacrée – along which countless lorries passed carrying the supplies and munitions needed to keep Pétain’s army in the battle. Petain was not a man for giving up. Taciturn and charmless, his disbelief in the doctrine of the offensive had denied him promotion in the pre-war army. At the war's outbreak, however, his refusal to be deterred by losses had won him rapid advancement, from the colonelcy of the 33rd Regiment, to, by 1916, command of Second Army.
Falkenhayn had wanted France to fight. He had not counted upon the French army’s fervor. Already on the 27th of February, the Germans recorded ‘no success anywhere’. The Germans sought to overcome the resistance of the French infantry by pushing their artillery ever closer to the front, through saturated ground that demanded ever larger teams of horses to move a single gun. An immediate result was appalling casualties among the gun-teams. Despite the growing weight of bombardment, the French line would not shift.
The Germans had advanced four miles and were within four miles of the city, but no increase in offensive effort could push their front forward. On the last day of February, Falkenhayn and the Crown Prince conferred and agreed on a new strategy that would be applied in the second phase of the battle of Verdun. Falkenhayn's belief that he could win a victory of attrition without exposing his own army to comparable loss was failing.
The French had already been drained by the combination of horrendous losses in the Battle of the Frontiers in 1914 and the failed offensives of 1915. French manpower was not a bottomless well and she could not afford that rate of loss for long. What turned Verdun from a breakthrough battle to an attritional one was France’s resolve not to abandon the town.
After a lull the Germans attacked again, this time including the west bank of the Meuse, reaching for the French artillery in the hills. Here the focus of the assault would be the ridge of Le Mort Homme (The Dead Man) and the rather more prosaically named Côte 304. The soon-to-be-denuded woods and hills would become another slaughterhouse. Sometimes the French would fall back, deterred by a particularly vicious bombardment that tore at their spirits. But they always seemed to have another battalion to launch a desperate counterattack, catching the Germans before they could consolidate. All German attempts to seize Le Mort Homme failed.
All the while, the French artillery was taking its own heavy toll on the German infantry. As days turned into weeks, the front line was never static, but neither did it move much. On and on the fighting raged, deep into April, with German assaults, French counterattacks, segueing into yet more German attacks. And still the rain poured down.
The Germans too adjusted their command structure at Verdun, giving General Max von Gallwitz responsibility for the left bank and entrusting the right bank to Bruno General von Mudra. April passed with Le Mort Homme and the neighbouring height, Cote 304, still beyond their reach.
The terrain on the west bank was different from that on the east: open and rolling instead of broken and wooded. Falkenhayn had been advised to include it in his original assault plan, for the reason that advances there could be easily gained. So they were on the first day of the assault, when the French 67th Division collapsed. However, the Germans were swiftly counterattacked, the ground was regained and once again the line stuck fast.
Simultaneous efforts on the east bank, in the direction of Fort Vaux, were equally ineffectual. The ruins of the village of Vaux changed hands thirteen times during March, and yet the fort itself still lay tantalisingly beyond German reach. Both the French and Germans were learning that the lessons of Liege and Namur were not as conclusive as they had seemed. Even quite antiquated fortifications could stand up to intense and prolonged artillery bombardment and buttress trench lines, if occupied by garrisons prepared to sit out heavy shellfire and wait for assault by unprotected infantry.
As fire increased from French artillery on the left bank of the Meuse — particularly from guns near the Bois Bourrus ridge and the hill known as Le Mort Homme — the Germans also regretted confining their first attack to the right bank. Falkenhayn provided more troops so that the offensive could be extended to the left bank. A major attack, centred on Le Mort Homme, would be made, followed quickly by a renewed push on the right bank towards Fort Vaux.
Pétain did not last long, for all his virtues. He demanded more, ever more, reinforcements from Joffre, who was desperate to conserve his reserves. Joffre was a man who did not brook continual demands, no matter how they were phrased. At the end of April he had had enough, but as Pétain was by then a national hero, he promoted him to command the Central Group of Armies. General Robert Nivelle took over the Second Army at Verdun. Nothing much changed. Pétain had set in train the necessary reorganization to secure the defence of Verdun as far as possible.
Nivelle had a more offensive-minded approach and sought to make major counterattacks to reverse the totality of German gains. This would have been playing into their hands were it not for the fact that the Germans themselves had lost the focus of their own operations: they had become intent in pressing on when a suspension of the offensive, or switching it to another area, might have been more logical. But the fighting had gained its own momentum: some progress forwards was necessary to maintain the morale of front line troops undergoing absolute torture. In essence the Germans had fallen into their own trap.
Petain's achievements in slowing the Germans were hardly extolled by Joffre, who wished him to adopt a more offensive stance. Joffre was also worried that the soldier rotation system was soaking up reserves required for the Somme.
After a heavier bombardment than that of the initial attack, the Germans took Cote 304 early in May and had seized the whole of Le Mort Homme by the end of the month, albeit at frightful cost. Finally, the Germans managed to encircle Fort Vaux, holding the ring of the Meuse Heights. The fort fell after a week of fighting. As was so often the case, the capture of one vital feature merely brought to prominence the next string of objectives, one more last line of defence stretching from the Ouvrage de Thiaumont strongpoint, through the dessicated remnants of Fleury village to Fort Souville. The Germans captured Fleury but could not take the fort.
Another officer who now strode to centre stage was Charles Mangin, a divisional commander nicknamed 'The Butcher' or 'Eater of Men' because of his belief in attacking regardless of losses. Rejecting Petain's wise advice to wait until he had enough men to strike on a broader front, Mangin — with the approval of Joffre and Nivelle — hurled his 5th Division into a murderous yet vain attempt to recapture Fort Douaumont.
‘We set off in clouds of white dust. So began our ascent to Verdun, an ascent to Mount Calvary which was to last ten days, ten days in which we had the feeling that we were being carried along on that gigantic supply chain which kept the battle regularly fed, like those bucket pumps in Mediterranean countries which bring the water up to the parched earth; ten days of piercing agony, which for me were more painful than the nine days that we were to spend in the heart of the battle. The worst mental suffering during wartime occurs when one’s thoughts run ahead of one’s actions, when the imagination has full rein to contemplate the dangers in advance – and multiplies them a hundredfold. It is well known that the fear of danger is more nerve-wracking than the danger itself, just as the desire is more intoxicating than the fulfilment of it.’ (Second Lieutenant René Arnaud, 337th Infantry Regiment)
The officer in charge of the fort was Commander Sylvain Eugène Raynal, who had already been badly wounded in September 1914 but whose idea of recuperation was active service commanding a vital lynchpin in the Verdun defences. Having run out of water, his garrison had few prospects of survival: ‘Towards 23.00 our artillery ceased abruptly, and the night passed away in a silence, more nerve-racking for me than the storm of battle. Not a sound, not a sign of movement. Had I the right to prolong resistance beyond human strength and to jeopardise unnecessarily the lives of these brave men who had so heroically done their duty? I took a tour of the corridors. What I saw was awful. Men were overcome with vomiting, for so wretched were they that they had reached the point of drinking their own urine. Some lost consciousness. In the main gallery a man was licking a small wet streak on the wall. 7th June! Day broke, and we barely noticed it. For us it was still night, a night in which all hope was extinguished. Aid from outside, if it came, would come too late. I sent my last message, the last salute of the fort and its defenders to their country. Then I returned to my men, “It is all over, my friends. You have done your duty, all of your duty. Thank you!”’ (Commander Sylvain Eugène Reynal, Fort Vaux Garrison)
German pressure continued unrelentingly after the fall of Vaux. The French defence faltered before an attack by the Alpenkorps, an elite German mountain division. Among the officers was Lieutenant Paulus, the future commander of Sixth Army at Stalingrad, in World War II. In the afternoon, the German advance petered out in the broken ground around the fort and, in the summer heat, thirst attacked the soldiers in the foremost positions gained. No water could be got up from the rear and, as night fell, the Alpenkorps gave up its effort to press onward.
The Germans knew that Joffre’s long-planned major offensive on the Somme was about to commence. A last desperate German thrust captured Thiaumont and Fleury, utilising the new weapon of phosgene gas shells to deadly effect. The shells were marked with a distinctive green cross and fell all around the French batteries, stemming much of their fire. The German infantry reached the ramparts of Fort Souville, but were ultimately forced back.
When Fort Souville was attacked, the Germans used shells filled with deadly phosgene gas — principally to silence the French gunners — and took Fleury. This success roused Nivelle to issue an Order of the Day which ended with the phrase: Ils ne passeront pas! (They shall not pass!) The Germans were indeed halted and contributed to their own failure by attacking on a narrow frontage with inadequate reserves. The German commanders ordered one more assault on Fort Souville. Some 30 soldiers reached the slope of the fort, within sight of Verdun, before they were pushed back, captured or killed. This was the nearest the Germans came to Verdun.
By mid-1916 the German Army, like its opponents, was exploring the potential of the 'creeping barrage', which helped infantry advance towards objectives behind a moving curtain of fire. At the same time the Germans were placing greater emphasis on infiltration tactics. Specialist assault teams and storm troops were trained to bypass strong points and drive deep into enemy positions before striking them from the rear and flanks.
The British and French bombardment had opened on the Somme. Slowly, the German reserves that remained were deployed to counter the new Entente thrust. The Germans were held back and Fort Souville remained in French hands. Yet the Battle of Verdun was by no means over. Now it was the turn of the French to hit back. Time and time again the French attacked the Germans, who responded with characteristic aggression: the village of Fleury would change hands fifteen times in some of the worst fighting of the whole war before the French finally took it for good.
The French Army was learning all the time. New weapons were being issued to the infantry. The 1907 Berthier bolt-action marked a considerable improvement on the obsolete Lebel rifle. There were increasing numbers of the Chauchat light machine gun and the excellent Hotchkiss machine gun to help bolster firepower. Rifle grenades, mortars and 37 mm mini versions of the 75 mm gun were made available to act as close-support weapons. The infantry attack tactics had also developed, with less emphasis on a single wave of attack and more on specialist functions, with bombers, men with rifle grenades and ‘mopper uppers’ to eradicate any pockets of resistance and to ensure there were no Germans left concealed in captured dugouts.
In August, Romania's entry into the war on the Entente side precipitated the downfall of Falkenhayn, who had insisted this would not occur. He was succeeded as Chief of the General Staff by Field Marshal Paul von Hindenburg. General Erich Ludendorff, who had helped mastermind most of the German victories in the east, knew how important he was to Hindenburg and demanded the title 'First Quartermaster General' rather than 'Second Chief of the General Staff’. He was also given joint responsibility for all decisions. From then on, Hindenburg's leadership became largely symbolic.
Ludendorff assumed almost dictatorial powers, wielding enormous influence over German political affairs, the economy and foreign policy as well as on military operations.
After visiting the Western Front in early September, Hindenburg and Ludendorff made crucial changes in German tactics and strategy. A strict defensive posture at Verdun was decreed. Falkenhayn's rigid linear defence tactics — holding ground at all costs and, when lost, recapturing it by instant counterattack — were superseded by a flexible zonal defence system. This included a thinly held outpost zone in front of the main battle or defence zone and strong counterattack formations kept close at hand but beyond enemy artillery range.
Hindenburg and Ludendorff also ordered the construction of new defensive positions behind the existing lines. These rear positions, embodying the latest principles of elastic defence, were built in great depth but reduced the overall length of front, enabling the Germans to achieve economies in manpower. However, to the German soldiers facing the inevitable French counterstroke at Verdun, these changes were of little immediate assistance.
By now the French artillery was dominant, since much of the German artillery had departed for the Somme. The next major thrust was the scheme of General Charles Mangin. His plan was cunning. A dummy attack, preceded by a major bombardment, would cause the hidden German batteries to open fire and thereby reveal their positions to the watching French reconnaissance aircraft. By the time the real attack was launched, most of those German guns had been silenced. When the survivors of the gas attack scrambled out they found themselves trapped behind the attacking French infantry who had already swept on. Thiaumont stronghold fell without a fight.
Verdun was hell on earth for the German infantry. Private William Hermanns of the 67th Infantry Regiment was based in the battered structure of the Thiaumont strongpoint: ‘The entrance was a mere hole in the scarred battlefield, and the silhouettes of cowering men constantly crawling in or out looked like huge ants in the dark. I descended an iron ladder some forty feet into the concrete cavern. It was an enormous place crowded with many hundreds of soldiers. Some lay on bunks sleeping, snoring and moaning. Some cluttered the passages between the bunks, chatting or writing letters. Others sat or knelt in corners, packing or unpacking their belongings. Here a flashlight, there a candle, match or cigarette dotted the dark with flickering islands of light, continually shifting in brightness. From this subterranean stronghold, a small patch of sky could be seen when one stood close to the iron ladder or looked through the shaft which contained the ventilator fans. A current of warm, stale air from 40 feet beneath brought to my nostrils the sickening smell of first aid medications. Every one of the chicken-wire berths was filled with mutilated, muddy, torn and befouled uniforms. A dismal sight. There was a man with closed eyes, a blood-soaked bandage around his head. Another beside him lay twisting in pain. I saw some lice-ridden men who had scratched their bandages off to ease the itching. The passages between the bunks were crowded. There must have been a thousand men there. Som
As the French drove forward behind a wall of shells, Private Hermanns’ account gives a vivid impression of the terror afflicting these exhausted German soldiers in the dank tomb of Thiaumont: ‘I heard the cry, “Poison gas!” I saw people around me putting on their gas masks. I adjusted mine, which still hung over my shoulder. There it was – a yellowish gas glimmering near the iron ladder. A gas bomb must have been thrown into the entrance shaft. The cry “Gas masks on!” electrified the whole shelter. Soldiers ran to get their masks, which they had hung on the walls and in the corners or laid on their packs. Many who had lost theirs on the battlefield began to cough. The wounded in the bunks tried to climb into the upper berths, while beneath the gas crept forward along its way, extinguishing one candle after another. Soon many were dying and the bunks and floors were filled with bodies over which the living stepped and stumbled in search of air. The alarm surged like a wave from bunk to bunk. Before long it had reached the farthest man, a hundred yards away. The panic was so great that I saw badly wounded men throw themselves onto the floor as though they wanted to drink in the gas, while others tore the masks from their neighbors’ faces. Some had a reddish foam oozing from their mouths.’
Fort Douaumont was blasted by huge French railway guns, their gigantic shells smashing home with a terrible devastating impact. In the end, the shell-shocked garrison evacuated the fort, which thus fell to the French. Even then it was still not all over. The French nibbled away at the German lines step by step. Fort Vaux was recaptured and, in a final flourish, the French charged forward nearly two miles.
Much of the ground lost between February and July was regained, and another attack carried the French lines two miles beyond Douaumont. The Germans, however, clung on to Le Mort Homme. This last convulsion brought the agony of Verdun to an end.
Even during the summer, while the original aim of the Verdun offensive had long since been obscured, the cost in blood had been too high for either side to risk national dishonor by becoming the first to terminate the battle. It had been a long year: the Germans had lost some 330,000 casualties at Verdun, the French around 377,000. For both sides Verdun had proved an almost unbearable trial.
Nobody had secured any discernible advantage from the slaughter. Falkenhayn's irresolution and failure to reconcile the means to the end had caused his original strategy to backfire; in the process he drained the lifeblood from the German Army as well as from the French. Indeed, neither side would completely recover from the battle before the Armistice that would end the war in 1918.
A high proportion of losses on both sides was the result of the French policy of conducting an ‘active defence’, counterattacking whenever possible.
Using the vocabulary of attrition was a way for Falkenhayn to rationalise the failure to achieve a breakthrough. France had allies in the west, Germany did not; and Germany, unlike France, was heavily committed elsewhere. The absolute numbers may have been in Germany’s favor, but the relative loss was not. Moreover, the battle of Verdun redefined both France’s commitment to the war, and the symbiosis between France and the Third Republic. ‘They know that they are saving France,’ a censor reported of the soldiers in July, ‘but also that they are going to die on the spot.’ The Anglo-French plan for the western front was to take out the salient bounded by the River Aisne to the south and the Somme battlefield to the north. In the end, the French managed to capture some of the lost ground because the Germans were forced to switch their resources on the Somme to counter the most serious threats they had faced in two years of warfare, not because they had been stopped by French arms at the gates to the city.
Local and particular experiences on the Somme and at Verdun had been hardened into a general doctrine. The allied generals had once again met at Chantilly to coordinate their plans for 1917. The broad strategy was to be unchanged from 1916: simultaneous attacks on all fronts to prevent the Germans switching resources from one to another. The offensive should begin in February to prevent a repeat performance of 1916, and no operation was to be delayed for more than three weeks beyond the start date.
French blunders were not limited to the chaotic period of the initial attack. On the 4th of September 1916, there was a terrible accident in the Tavannes rail tunnel. Since the rail line going towards Etain was unusable, the tunnel was used as a combination of aid station and shelter, with electricity being supplied by gasoline engines. The tunnel was a mixture of men, explosives, and gasoline. The wires carrying the electricity weren’t insulated. The Tavannes tunnel was a disaster waiting to happen. When it did, somewhere between five and six hundred men died.
By mid-summer the French had behaved exactly as von Falkenhayn had wanted them to, and, despite Pétain’s calm, sensible leadership, there were plenty of signs that the French Army was cracking. In fact, a great deal of the German success was a result of French bungling. But that would not be enough for the Germans.
The fall of Fort Douaumont was also the result of another muddle. If the position was going to be held, the forts should have been garrisoned. Even stripped of their weapons, they were formidable shelters. Douaumont could have provided a secure shelter for a battalion of infantry at least. Moreover, the one turret-mounted gun had not been removed and was still working. But the occupants of the fort consisted of fifty-seven soldiers, commanded by a noncommissioned officer. Incredibly, this was still the complement of the fort four days after the attack had begun.
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Telephone numbers in Monaco
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Monaco telephone numbers
Access codes
Country calling code+377
International call prefix00
Trunk prefixnone
Telephone numbers in Monaco are eight digits in length, with fixed line numbers beginning with the digit 9 and mobile phone numbers with the digit 4.
Until 21 June 1996, Monaco formed part of the French numbering plan, with fixed line numbers beginning with 93, but on that date the principality adopted its own country code +377.[1] Consequently, all calls between France and Monaco had to be dialled in international format, including those to and from surrounding areas in France.
At the technical level, the first automatic telephone switch of type R6 with recorders was installed in Monaco circa 1937-1938, the time of automation of the Côte d'Azur. The inside Monegasque network followed the development of the French automatic telephone. An electronic time switch E10N1 in Monaco (Reference NC90) had been established before 1986 in Monaco by the PTT of France and who lived the transition of the PTT from France to Monaco Telecom in 1996.[citation needed]
From Monaco to France
00 33 x xx xx xx xx
From France to Monaco
00 377 xx xx xx xx
(Mobile phone operators in at least two other countries, specifically Lonestar Cell in Liberia[2] and Vala in Kosovo,[a][3] have also used the +377 dialing code. Vala's use of +377 ceased on 3 February 2017, however, when Kosovo implemented the +383 code.[4])
See also[edit]
1. ^ Hydrographic Review, Volume 73, International Hydrographic Bureau, 1996, page 179
2. ^ "Title III: Economic Crimes and the Conflict, Exploitation and Abuse" (PDF). Truth and Reconciliation Commission, Republic of Liberia. 15 January 2014.
3. ^ "Telecommunications: Kosovo's callers forced to talk in foreign codes". Financial Times. 13 December 2009.
4. ^ "Kosovo calling code +383 becomes operational". Telecompaper. 3 February 2017.
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Tillamook people
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Nehalem (Tillamook)
Total population
50 (1990)[1]
Regions with significant populations
United States (Oregon Oregon)
English, Tillamook
traditional beliefs
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The Nehalem or Tillamook are a Native American tribe from coastal Oregon of the Salish linguistic group. The name "Tillamook" is a Chinook language term meaning "people of Nekelim (or Nehalem)."[1]
Estimated to have 2200 people at the beginning of the 18th century, the Tillamook lost population in the 19th century to infectious disease and effects of encroachment by European Americans. In 1849 they were estimated to have 200 members. In 1856 they were forced to the Siletz Reservation with other small remnant tribes. In 1898 the Tillamook and the Clatsop, another Coast Salish people, were the first tribes to sue the United States government for compensation for land it had taken from them. They were paid a settlement in 1907. Their descendants are now considered part of the Siletz, as generations of people have intermarried.
According to anthropological and archaeological research, the first ancestors of the Tillamook settled in their historic territory in the 15th century, living in an area ranging from Cape Lookout to Cape Meares.[2] The Native American Historical Data Base (NAHDB) calculates that the population was about 2200 in at the beginning of the 18th century, based on written historic accounts.
The first documented encounter of Europeans with the Tillamook was in 1788 by Robert Haswell, second mate on Robert Gray's ship. A second encounter was in late 1805 by the American Lewis and Clark Expedition, who were wintering at Fort Clatsop. They had reached the Pacific Coast while exploring the extent of the newly acquired Louisiana Purchase for President Thomas Jefferson.
A whale was washed ashore near Necost, and the Tillamook quickly stripped it of flesh, saving the blubber as food and the oil for later use. After hearing of this, Lewis and Clark sought to trade for blubber. They received 300 pounds and some oil in exchange for trade goods.[3] Lewis and Clark described a village of around 1000 people living in about 50 houses,[4] estimating the entire population at around 2200. According to the expedition, the staple food source of the Tillamook was salmon. The people caught salmon during the annual salmon run of April to October, when the salmon went upstream in freshwater rivers from the ocean to spawn. The Tillamook ate some fresh and processed much of the fish to use throughout the year, preserving it by drying it and grinding it into a powder.
In 1824 and 1829 the tribe suffered high mortality in smallpox epidemics; this was a new infectious disease to them, introduced by contact with European peoples, among whom it was endemic. Native Americans suffered because they had no acquired immunity. The arrival of Oregon Trail settlers in 1841 and resulting conflicts over land and resources caused further population losses. By 1845 Wilkes estimated there were 400 Tillamook remaining.[5] In 1849 Lane estimated 200 of the tribe survived.
In 1856 the federal government forced the Tillamook and more than 20 other remnant tribes to the Siletz Reservation. Additional population estimates are impossible as the tribes have intermarried and are no longer separately enumerated. In 1898 the Tillamook became the first tribe to sue the US government for compensation for the lands they had taken, along with the Clatsop. In 1907, along with two other tribes, they were awarded $23,500.
The Tillamook initially spoke Tillamook, a Salishan language, but gradually began to use English in greater amounts. The last fluent speaker of Tillamook died in 1970, rendering the language extinct.[6] Between 1965 and 1972, in an effort to revitalize the language, a group of researchers from the University of Hawaii interviewed the few remaining Tillamook and created a 120-page dictionary.[7]
Early 20th-century anthropologist Franz Boas wrote, "The Tillamook Indians are the most southern branch of the Coast Salish. They live on the coast of the Pacific Ocean, and are separated from their more northern kinsmen by tribes speaking Chinookan languages. Their language is spoken two dialects, the Siletz and the Tillamook proper. It was first described and classified by Horatio Hale in the Publications of the Wilkes Expedition."[8]
The name Tillamook was derived from Chinook people's references to them, referring to their place of settlement. It meant the people of Nekelim (pronounced Ne-elim). The latter name means the place Elim, or, in the Cathlamet dialect, the place Kelim. This dialect differed from the northern dialects in its peculiar phonetics. Boas noted that the culture of the Tillamook seemed to have differed quite considerably from that of the northern Coast Salish, and has evidently been influenced by the culture of the tribes of northern California.[8]
According to the work of Franz Boas, the culture of the Tillamook tribe was significantly different from that of their Salish neighbors, evidently influenced by the tribes of northern California.[9]
The Tillamook were skilled basket-weavers,[10] and had a detailed mythology with links to existing events; the Story of the Thunderbird and Whale, for example, reflects the large earthquake in that region in 1700. The Tillamook divided their mythology into three categories; the earliest was the Myth Age, followed by the Age of Transformation, when the "South Wind" remade the land. The third age is the "period of true happenings", or events that happened in what the Tillamook considered recent history. Despite this, stories from the third age were considered just as much of a myth as those from the first or second.
Some Nekelim people are enrolled in either the federally recognized Confederated Tribes of Siletz Indians of Oregon or the Confederated Tribes of the Grand Ronde Community of Oregon.[11] Other Nehalem are part of the unrecognized Clatsop Nehalem Confederated Tribes.
See also[edit]
1. ^ a b Barry M. Pritzker, A Native American Encyclopedia: History, Culture, and Peoples. Oxford: Oxford University Press, 2000; pg. 207.
2. ^ Coastal Oregon Native Americans Archived 2006-02-17 at the Wayback Machine.
3. ^ Lewis and Clark . Native Americans . Tillamook Indians | PBS
4. ^ National Geographic: Lewis & Clark—Tribes—Tillamook Indians
5. ^ Tillamook
6. ^ Ethnologue 14 report for language code:TIL
7. ^ Official site of Clatsop-Nehalem Confederated Tribes Archived 2011-06-16 at the Wayback Machine.
8. ^ a b The Journal of American Folk-Lore, Vol.11, No. 40, Pg. 23-28
9. ^ Indian Tribe History Archived 2009-10-12 at the Portuguese Web Archive
10. ^ The Collector’s Guide: Native American Baskets
11. ^ Pritzker 208
Further reading[edit]
• Boas, Franz. "Traditions of the Tillamook Indians," Journal of American Folklore, v. 11 (1898), pp. 23–38.
• Crawford, Ailsa. Tillamook Indian Basketry: Continuity and Change as Seen in The Adams Collection. MA thesis. Portland State University, Department of Anthropology, 1983.
• Jacobs, Elizabeth Derr. Nehalem Tillamook Tales. Eugene, OR: University of Oregon Books, 1959.
• Sauter, John and Johnson, Bruce. Tillamook Indians of the Oregon Coast. Portland, OR: Binfords and Mort, 1974.
• Seaburg, William (ed.) The Nehalem Tillamook: An Ethnography. Corvallis, OR: Oregon State University Press, 2003.
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William Amcotts-Ingilby
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Sir William Amcotts-Ingilby, 2nd Baronet (June 1783 – 14 May 1854) was a British politician.
The son of Sir John Ingilby, 1st Baronet and his wife Elizabeth Amcotts, he entered the House of Commons as Member of Parliament (MP) for East Retford in 1807. In the same year, he succeeded his maternal grandfather, Sir Wharton Amcotts, 1st Baronet, in his baronetcy by special remainder.
Ingilby left Parliament in 1812, and succeeded his father as baronet in 1815, inheriting Ripley Castle in Yorkshire and Kettlethorpe Hall in Lincolnshire. He served as High Sheriff of Yorkshire in 1821, and assumed the surname of Amcotts-Ingilby in 1822. He returned to Parliament at an 1823 by-election, as MP for Lincolnshire. He held that seat until the abolition of the constituency in 1832, and he then sat for North Lincolnshire until defeated in the 1835 election.
Amcotts-Ingilby, a very eccentric character, was twice married, but left no children; his baronetcies became extinct upon his death on 14 May 1854, at 23 Abingdon St, Westminster. His estates were left by devise to his first cousin, Henry John Ingilby. His sister, Augusta Amcotts-Ingilby, was the mother of Weston Cracroft Amcotts.[1]
1. ^ Cracroft-Brennan, Patrick. "Three Black Birds : The 900 Year History of a Lincolnshire Family" (PDF). p. 18. Retrieved 22 June 2013.
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Author: Robert A. Heinlein
Publisher: Astounding Science Fiction, 1942, Fantasy Press, 1948
ISBN: 0-451-16676-0
Beyond This Horizon was the first full length novel that Heinlein wrote for an adult audience. It originally appeared in the April and May issues of Astounding Science Fiction as a serial, under the pseudonym Anson MacDonald. It's really not very good. It's not bad, but contrasted to his other works it doesn't have any particular merit. It is rather interesting to read if you are already a Heinlein fan, and it is very much a Heinlein novel. It's just not a very interesting one.
The story is set in a future utopia, where work is optional, food is free, and a healthy positive eugenics program has eliminated most of humanities ills. There are still some social misfits who are plotting revolution (although no one takes them seriously), and some of the 'control naturals' (genetically un-manipulated humans) are perhaps less than satisfied, but overall humanity is happy. The main concern of the story is the eugenics program; the hero, Hamilton Felix, finds out early on that he is the keystone to the government's program of breeding the next generation of ubermensch. These will not be superhuman, but rather the perfect human; eidetic memory, high intelligence, superior immune systems, etc. All the positive traits that are present in the population of control naturals will be condensed into one optimal human.
Just one problem -- Felix just doesn't care. Despite being one of the smartest and fittest humans in the world, he doesn't see any point in continuing the human race. No real reason for this apathy, he just doesn't care. After much cajoling by the powers that be, he concedes that he might be willing to breed if someone can prove scientifically the 'meaning of life', which he defines, for the most part, as the existence of an afterlife.
A tremendous research project is undertaken, covering nearly every type of pseudoscience and planned to span hundreds of years. The story ends with hackneyed conclusions about humanity's unfulfilled potential. I was not particularly impressed by the metaphysical research projects, but Heinlein is no fool. He gives us plenty of stuff to keep us interested; romance, a football player from the past stuck in a entropy field, attempted revolution, and lots of science (mostly biology and genetics, which is still largely valid even after 60 years).
You can see some of Heinlein's reoccurring themes appearing already: a strong pro-eugenic stance, a love for telepathy and other advanced mental powers, and a high degree of sexual liberty. None of the strong Heinlein libertarianism yet, but plenty of rugged individualism and gun-toting young males. There's a good dose of sexism in there too. It was no doubt very liberal and imaginative in the early forties, but it has been soundly trumped by his later works, which are both more imaginative and better written.
Trivia: Heinlein's idea for a water bed appeared in print for the first time in Beyond This Horizon. While water beds have been around since at least 1871 (when Mark Twain referred to them in A New Beecher Church), the earlier models were not very practical. When the first marketable water bed was designed in 1968, the inventor, Charles Hall, was unable to patent it because descriptions of water beds had appeared in a number of Heinlein's works.
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A happy man.
Why is he happy? Well, for one thing, when he goes cruising for a one night stand, it's a safe bet that whomever he picks up is also cruising for a one night stand, and both of them know exactly what they want. Chances are also pretty good that if one of them thinks the other has a nice ass, the one with the nice ass will take it as a compliment (unless this compliment is delivered in a manner that's waaaaay over the top). Sometimes straight men wish things worked like that on their own dating scene.
If the gay man is not cruising for a one night stand, there are probably quite a few geeky, intellectual gentlemen with whom to exchange geeky, intellectual blow jobs on a long term basis, who are also good company for playing Quake, going to the gym, pointless debates, and all sorts of other boy type fun.
The gay man's life isn't all roses, however. There are all kinds of morons, mostly straight men, who simply won't leave him the hell alone. They find it their duty to point out to him that he is an unnatural abomination and is doomed to hell. Anytime a gay man wants the same perks that straight men have, he gets accused of wanting special privileges. Sometimes when he's talking about how his date last night went, or whom he'd like to go out on a date with, he gets accused of flaunting his sexuality. He probably personally knows people who died from AIDS, because gay men were among the first (but not the last nor the only) groups to be decimated by AIDS in this country.
By the time generation-X is in nursing homes, being a gay man will be no big deal, and the hate mongers will have to turn their attention to some other group that doesn't comprise 10% of the male population and a relatively affluent, educated, and politically active 10% at that.
Males, above the age of consent, who prefer (for whatever reason) sex with other males above the age of consent. (Note: The age of consent issue is why this is gay men, and not gay boys... even though a lot of gay boys are over the age of consent, they usually don't act like it.)
Most gay men in my own experience are generally more in-tune with their emotions, and more self-aware, than corresponding straight men. (This truism is why there are fag hags in the world -- women who want to be close to a man, but who are only comfortable with men who understand their feelings.) There are ideas on why this is true; however, there are no scientific conclusions.
This state of being in-tune with emotions is one reason why many gay men strongly identify with music by divas, such as Barbara Streisand, Judy Garland, Billie Holiday, and Aretha Franklin. Many of these divas sing love songs, or songs about the world in general, that evidence a sadness about the way things are, and a hope that someday they'll become better.
Sadness is, unfortunately, a feeling not unknown to gay men. The sadness of being ostracised by everyone you knew, the sadness of being persecuted by everyone, the sadness of not being accepted for who you are, even to the point of being cast out by your own family... this last is the reason why many gay men call all other gays 'Family'. Because they're brothers in the pain, brothers in experience, brothers in their lonely fights against the things that they crave to keep the depression away -- sex, drugs, alcohol, and other self-destructive behaviors.
Often the butt of jokes in popular sitcoms and movies. The token "gay male" in either of these formats represents a comic relief usually: someone to step on camera, usually flaming and wearing elaborate clothing, and talking with a lisp, which can mostly only be seen as humorous by straight people who are watching it for their own amusement.
However, the fact that actors, writers, and directors are starting to no longer fear placing or portraying a gay male in films might possibly be showing that the movie and television industry are becoming a bit more liberal and understanding.
One could also argue that they're not becoming more liberal at all, but have found yet another minority to mock for the public's enjoyment and to boost ratings.
Two examples of this are Ellen Degeneres' sitcom (which was cancelled rapidly by television company ABC shortly after she came out of the closet) and Kevin Kline's film, In & Out. Although these are similar in the fact that both contain and revolve around gay people, they are also very different.
Because Ellen's show didn't exactly make fun of the typical lesbian woman but instead showed an indepth look at the social life of a lesbian, it wasn't put there solely to mock the minority, but possibly to help people better understand. In & Out, on the other hand, is a movie written by straight people for straight people, meant only to mock, holding no other redeeming value whatsoever.
Gay men and women will continue to be the subject of comic relief until the public gets tired of it and the idea just becomes pass'ee.
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The lost thought is an affliction so truly evil as to make atheists believe in the presence of Satan. One has that horrible niggle somewhere in the recesses of the mind that - seconds earlier - a thought of startling profundity and/or importance had made itself known. Unfortunately, Lost Thought Syndrome has kicked in and said thought has been unthought.
Lost Thought Syndrome is cruel, but not entirely without mercy. Sometimes an idea can be rescued by a skilled individual. Experienced thought losers are often capable of rewinding their mental processes to a stage not long before the thought is believed to have been discovered. They can then wait, as earnest observers, for time to repeat itself and pat themselves on the back - they have successfully remembered that the reason they went downstairs was to... err...*
Songwriters are particularly fearful of the syndrome. They will go to great lengths to prevent the loss of melodies and lyrics with dictaphones, notepads, etc. Ironically, some of Lost Thought Syndrome's most devastating attacks on humanity have been the result of its own passivity (see: Ice Ice Baby, Macarena).
Being a great believer in the philosophy that "the prevention is always better than the cure", my own solution to the problem is quite simple: I try not to think at all.
* complacency may be punished by Repeat Lost Thought Syndrome
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Wild Wednesdays
Activities that are part of our Wild Wednesdays series will all have a natural theme. Sometimes we will go on a scavenger hunt for local plants, other times we will play games in the forest to learn how NH animals hide from predators. In the winter we might put on snowshoes and go look for tracks left by local animals. Each Wild Wednesday will be a little different but they will all be great activities to get you and your children outside and learning more about the forest and mountains around us!
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The character, when performing a charge Action, may replace the Damage of the weapon with the mounts Physical + Size. If the character is using a weapon with Reach, the character may add their Might to the Damage. If the character has the Taur Power, the character may use their own Physical + Size instead.
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• First word you said in 2010?
256 replies, posted
"Huh?" Someone woke me up in time after passing out.
Spoken: Yin (-Yang - the symbol was displayed on the Sydney Harbour Bridge for a bit) Typed: Happy
"Felix [sit annus novus]"
Happy new year.
I said "Fuck off"
I said two words, go away. My sister woke me up at 1am so she could play Guitar Hero. :argh:
I think it was something along the lines of "oh jesus fucking christ" I was contemplating revision for modules.
"Happy new year"
My first word was 'what time is it', because the pilot of the damn aeroplane flashed the cabin lights and shouted 'HAPPY NEW YEAR!', while I and several other people were sleeping.
"Cider is disgusting"
fuck off 2009.
I said "Happy"
I remeber calling "dibs" quite a few times
lets me go got sum eggnog
First Word : Happy Words after : new year.
Almost certainly said "Happy"
"Wow, this song is boring" I was playing Guitar Hero 4.
I yelled out 'Happy' Then the random next to me looked at me and said you're 15 seconds off... ffffffffarrk
Get in there, now where the fuck is my champagne you dumb bitch. :)
i haven't spoken yet. going to say penis on xbox live soon.
That. The sentence was "That florence bitch on TV can't sing."
Happy new year *insert name of whoever I hugged first*
Fuck, I can't sleep.
I sighed after I finished fapping. Sighing isn't a word but meh
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long hair /VS short hair
1. whos wearing short hair v/s long hair or whats your hairstyle your wearing now
2. Long hair for me. I've had short hair before and with my round face, AHH it looked horrible!
3. I have fairly long hair b/c I am to lazy to style short hair. I do want to get it cut in the near future when I decide on a style.
4. i am trying to keep my hair long now, i hope that i will get bored and do something drastic like i always do before. i don't look good in short hairdo, makes my face look round. now my hair is just straight, and layered.
5. I had short hair for years... from age 20 until 28. Loooved it. Short, like the Linda Evangelista mid-90s style. And I am blonde... so it worked well with my fine hair. Then I had kids and just couldn't handle getting it cut every 4-5 wks. Now it's long, like really long. Took me so long to grow it out that I don't have the heart to chop it again.
6. <<<<<-------Short
7. Mine is long. I love having short hair, but mine grows so darn fast, that I have to get it cut ALL the time when it is short. Right now mine is midway between the bottom of my shoulder blades and my waist. (I just cut off 6-8 inches a few weeks ago) Very easy, just braid it and go.
8. <---- Long :P
But I'm thinking of getting it cut... I love bobs but I'm too scared to get one as I'm attached to my hair... Still I want to go shorter.
9. You would be super cute with a bob IMO! :yes: Red heads can wear any kind of hair and still get noticed! ;)
10. i just got mine cut, its shoulder length now
11. I'll let you guys decide with works best for me. The first pic is me 4 years ago with short hair. The second one was just taken last week and my hair is to the top of my shoulder blades. I'm also wearing a headband in that shot, so it looks very different when I style it.
PPshort.jpg PPlong.jpg
12. Aww you're so sweet!!! :heart::heart::heart: Thank you!! :love:
13. You look very pretty with both haircuts but I prefer the longer hair. :flowers:
14. My hair is short just like in my avatar picture. I either wear it this way (spiked) or sometimes I put gel in it and wear it wavy.
I love short hair. Always have!
15. My hair is just above my shoulders right now but I'm trying to grow it out. I love long hair but my hair is thin and baby fine so we'll see how it goes.
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how to open enclosing folder in new window?
Discussion in 'OS X Mavericks (10.9)' started by abolishadverbs, Oct 23, 2013.
1. abolishadverbs macrumors newbie
Jul 23, 2010
I just updated my 2009 Macbook Pro to Mavericks yesterday. Everything is going well so far, except for some reason, I can no longer use command+↑ to open the parent folder in a new window. On Lion it worked fine. Now, it simply goes to the parent folder in the same window.
Does anyone know how to change that? I went into preferences and de-selected "open new folders in tabs," but that didn't change anything. It's quite annoying as now I have to manually go in and open each folder; I often drag documents from folder to folder and it's much easier to just command+↑ and drag to the parent folder than double clicking each time to open them separately.
Any ideas? am I missing something obvious?
2. mortfe macrumors regular
May 31, 2008
No, they changed open in new windows to open in tabs. Mavericks sucks. It's a Windows Vista OS. Had to reinstall twice already. Couldn't find keyboard and T/M backup produced 40gb in 12.5 hours. Hopefully somebody will figure out a tweak.
3. nigelbb macrumors 65816
Dec 22, 2012
I have the file path at the bottom of the finder window switched on & routinely would right click to select 'Open Enclosing Folder' but now it has 'Show Enclosing Folder' instead which is a symptom of the same problem that the OP reports.
Why have they changed this behaviour? (apparently without telling us)
4. jbarley macrumors 68040
Jul 1, 2006
Vancouver Island
I must be miss reading your problem because on my 10.9.1 install, if I right+click on any folder in Finder, the very first item in the context-menu is "Open in a New Window".
I find this even quicker then the keyboard 'cmd+↑' because my hand does not have to leave the mouse, trackpad etc.
5. priitv8 macrumors 68040
Jan 13, 2011
Try Ctrl + Cmd + ↑
6. nigelbb macrumors 65816
Dec 22, 2012
Thanks for that solution.
It still doesn't solve the problem that I always have View Path Bar enabled for Finder windows & when I right click on a folder in Path Bar it gives me 'Show Enclosing Folder' & not 'Open Enclosing Folder' as it used to. I have tried various combinations of CMD CTRL & right click without success.
7. mooncaine macrumors regular
Dec 19, 2004
The winner! Thanks for that. Really will speed up my work with the new Mac.
On my Yosemite Mac, I'm seeing a slightly different choice: Show in Enclosing Folder. That means the same thing, functionally, as Open Enclosing Folder, because that's what happens.
What's really annoying to me about recent Finder changes is that it's impossible to deselect a Finder item. Hitting Esc key no longer deselects. Whenever any Finder window is open, something is selected. That forces me to reach for the mouse, for no good reason.
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iPhone 4S wifi/service repair
Discussion in 'iPhone' started by FearlessNick, Jun 18, 2012.
1. FearlessNick macrumors newbie
Jun 18, 2012
Hello, my name is Nick and I'm new. I have a feeling I will be using this forum a lot.
Here is my problem, I'm having wifi and service reception problems.
I first cracked my screen, then I changed it. Upgraded to 5.0.1 and I lost reception. I still get it, just not as good as I use too. Then I replaced the antenna that is on the mic/speaker/connecter etc.
What is their to do now?
Thanks, Nick
2. bandofbrothers macrumors 601
Oct 14, 2007
Did you have the repairs carried out by Apple ?
If not I've a feeling your remaining warranty is voided.
If so you could continue to pour more money into it to try and get it working or let it go to Apple heaven and purchase a new or out of warranty one.
3. FearlessNick thread starter macrumors newbie
Jun 18, 2012
Yes I have. The warranty is void. I would also like to repair my iPhone myself. It is a hobby and I love doing it. Thank you.
4. reclusive46 macrumors 65816
Apr 14, 2011
5. FearlessNick thread starter macrumors newbie
Jun 18, 2012
I have been thinking about it. VZW would only charge me 175. I would just say my phone is lost. But then I have to find a phone to back me up while I wait for a new one.
6. MD Wireless macrumors newbie
Aug 13, 2012
Pleasant Hill, CA
iPhone 4 Wi-Fi issues
In many cases involving iPhones that have been disassembled and lose wi-fi signal as a result we recommend checking the following.
At the top of your phone there was a metal shield covering the digitizer and LCD flex cables. The uppermost screw is very long and feeds through a gold colored piece which can become dislodged during dis-assembly. Without this piece in the proper position you may notice loss of signal strength. Try remounting it and be sure that the long screw is threading properly. It's not the only thing that can go wrong but probably the most common.
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Iphone 5 - red indicator is not going away on my mail app but I have deleted all emails
Discussion in 'iPhone Tips, Help and Troubleshooting' started by jtj424, Jun 23, 2016.
1. jtj424 macrumors newbie
Jun 23, 2016
My Iphone 5 is displaying the red indicator that I have 3 emails but I have deleted all emails in my inbox. I have restarted the phone 3 times and still cannot get the little red indicator to go away.
2. chscag macrumors 68030
Feb 17, 2008
Fort Worth, Texas
What kind of email account do you have? IMAP or POP?
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* Posts by anonyst
1 post • joined 22 Feb 2011
Facebook pulls naked smutty filth from NY Academy of Art page
I feel lonely thinking this whole FailBook thing is pure insanity.
In a small experiment I found out:
The e-mail used was rendered useless by FB spamming.
I was banned in 48 hours without any explanation (and without doing anything improper, except using a fake name. It was an "in doubt, delete." thing)
The "private" data was merrily sold to really shady ops.
500 000 000 people are actually putting their life and "friends" details in a single american corporation whose business model is selling that information??
I've seen a FB picture (just a pict, not even the pict filename) published elsewhere and 2:30 secs later the profile data was hacked and published.
But well, 500 000 000 can't be wrong, can they?
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DISPATCH: Russian Rhetoric Shifts After Falling Oil Prices
Russian President Vladimir Putin is admitting that historic low oil prices have caused a dangerous economic environment for the Russian government to operate. The ruble is still in decline, western sanctions are crippling the Russian economy, and now the collapse in world oil prices far below what the government needs to function means the Russians are scrambling to survive in a dismal economy. Putin has recently been seen as being more tame in doling out anti-Western rhetoric. Though he still believes the U.S. and NATO is his biggest threat, Putin has become more open to developing partnerships with Europe and Japan. The oil crisis could even drive Putin to make concessions on its involvement in Syria.
Photo courtesy of: http://www.kremlin.ru/
Alex is is a former Army and Intelligence analyst with a tour in Iraq and has been in the intelligence community for over a decade focusing on Open Source Intelligence, Counterintelligence and Russian intelligence. He has nearly two decades experience in writing and assessing national security and international affairs. He spends his time in the mountain west.
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