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Asleep – Desultary
Darkness is ruling
Within my mind
I feel I’m flying slowly
A dream so real
Alive and frightening
A grotesque sight
My senses shiver deep inside
These nightly scenes
Now twisting my eyes
I see it clear
Painted up before me
Forgotten place
Buried beneath sea
Mountain high
The lord of evil I behold
In silence I dream
Of things yet unseen
Through aeons I see
With closed eyes, in dreams
Deep in me, cries
Lame inside, dead
Cannot fight
Lyric Asleep – Desultary
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Monday, December 17, 2012
B-Movie Monday: Chistmas Mayhem
Welcome to another B-Movie Monday! With Christmas Eve only a week away, lets take a look at several trailers that have Christmas as a main theme in the mayhem.
Black Christmas is considered by many to be one of the precursors of the slasher genre. Featuring Olivia Hussey, Keir Dullea, and the Mighty John Saxon!
I remember all the hell that was raised when this movie came out.
Surprisingly funny, Santa Slays tells the real origin of Santa. Featuring ex-wrestler Bill Goldberg and Robert Culp in his pajamas.
This Finnish import is worth checking out. There are some surprisingly creepy scenes in this one.
Everyone seems to forget that Gremlins is set during Christmas...
Hope you're all getting your stuff done for the Holidays!
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Photo by sjrowe53Joan Baez is not only a musician she is moreover a political icon. The artistry of her music comes 2nd to her political conscience. Joan Baez uses music to communicate and advertise significant political values. She may be diagnosed as the mom of woman singer songwriters she was […]
Joan Baez’s Early Career
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Silly "Games"
Today I discovered a very strange place where young Silly Creatures often go. They call it an "arcade". They seem quite happy to be going. The young Silly Creatures put round things into slots and then they push a lot of buttons and jerk little sticks around. But soon the fun seems to be over – the Silly Creatures get upset, curse the activity and soon dispense more round things into the slots and do it all over again. I don't know why the creatures do it. Just looking at their frustration you can tell they are not having a good time. Why do they do ii if it is not fun? This may be hard for you to believe, but many times they look to be having less fun then Doozers.
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21 Best Mouse Trap Baits That Actually Work
Here is the ultimate list of baits that work to catch mice and rats every single time.
House mice, much like humans, are omnivores. This means that they can eat both plants and meat products. Luckily, this gives us a wide list of the best bait for mouse trap usage. These resilient little creatures will often eat anything they can. They are opportunistic little buggers, which is why it’s so often hard to get rid of them.
What’s the best bait for mouse trap setting? Our full list is below.
Here’s the Ultimate List of the 21 best mouse and rat baits.
1. Deli meats, hot dog, or any other preserved meats that won’t rot at room temperature
2. Sugar cubes
3. Bacon, sausage and other breakfast meats
4. Chocolate
5. Cheese (of course!)
6. Sunflower seeds
7. Pumpkin Seeds
8. Mouse pellets (I’m not talking about the toxic kind here, check your local pet store)
9. Bird Seed
10. Soft Cheeses
11. Jelly Beans
12. Dog food
13. Cat food
14. Honey
15. Maple Syrup
16. Molasses or brown sugar
17. Almond butter
18. Breakfast cereal (the more sugary, the better!)
19. Gum drops
20. Cookies (break them up into small crumbs)
21. Peanut butter
Peanut Butter. It’s number 21 on our list… but it’s definitely number 1 in my book.
PB - STILL Best Bait For Mouse Trap
Here’s why it’s so greatest bait for your kill or live trap.
• Mice and rats find it irresistibly delicious. I’ve never found a rodent that was not attracted to it.
• It’s sticky, providing it’s own kind of trapping action.
• It takes a long time to eat. A mouse will have a tough time just grabbing the bait and running.
Mice love cheese, right?
The old cliché is mice and cheese, and as you will see on my list, a good soft cheese is a great bait in a pinch. It’s not my favorite, nor does it seem to be that of the mice. Somewhat unintuitively, they are more attracted to high-carb foods (which strangely enough my cat is as well).
When I had the misfortune of one of my first rodent encounters, I was not as well prepared as I am now. I left open boxes of cereal in my pantry, and one day found they had been gnawed into from the sides. I was so horrified! Part of me wanted to check inside for other signs of visitation (I.E. mouse feces), but luckily I did not. That’s probably the reason why I can still eat Cap’N’Crunch to this day.
There were some other items in that pantry that they could have gone for, including a preserved cheese spread and a bag of beef jerky. But instead, they went straight for the cereal, which reinforces the fact that the folks at Orkin later told me. That was far from my last encounter with mice, but I learned from then on to use airtight, Tupperware style boxes to stash my beloved breakfast foods.
What do mice really need nutritionally? Here’s what the science says.
The old snatch ‘n’ grab.
If you’re dealing with an infestation, and especially if you’ve dealt with more than one, there’s a very good possibility that you’ve dealt with this infuriating phenomenon.
Here’s the good news, it’s more often a problem of improper baiting, than the type of bait itself. Check out our main page select a good rodent trap that will help you avoid the frustrations of a rodent food heist.
Additional tips:
If possible, do not handle bait with your bare hands. Even though you can’t see it, your body is contently producing natural oils and scents, which a sensitive rodent nose can easily pick up. If you’ve ever wondered why mice don’t seem to be taking your bait, there is a good chance that they moved on after sensing danger.
What kind of bait should I use for a mouse trap?
In my years of helping people with their mice and rat problems, I have gone through and reviewed tons of different traps, repellents and exclusion solutions.
If you haven’t already, I would highly recommend that you check out my frequently updated master guide to the latest and greatest mouse traps.
Selecting the best rodent bait for the job often depends on the type of trap (snap, electric, humane, etc…) you are using. However, you no longer have to worry because any of the 21 types of bait on our master list will serve as a powerful attractant for mice and rats.
If you’re using a poison, the bait is already built in.
Rodenticides (rat poisons) serve two synergistic functions, that come together and eliminate pests.
1. They bait mice into eating them with a pleasant taste
2. They slowly or quickly work to poison and kill the mouse.
Mice will eat nearly everything!
This is part of the problem of why it is so hard to get rid of an infestation in your home. Rodents are naturally baited by any food that is stored in your home. If you have any idea of what particular food source that they are getting into, that might just be the best mouse bait for your trap.
Have you ever heard of a mouse outsmarting a mouse trap?
It happens more often than you would guess. Rats and mice and all of their furry cousins are smart little creatures. They often have an inexplicable ability to sense danger.
They are so smart that they will often
• Not take the bait at all, and continue to dine on other food sources in your house.
• Manage to grab the bait and run. Often in the case of snap traps, they wont even trigger the device to go off. This can be prevented by choosing (the right trap), and by properly baiting it.
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to the man who bought our espresso machine.
It’s a Delonghi dual coffee and espresso maker for $30. We think that’s a pretty good deal.
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When you came, we thought it was completely fine that you asked if we had coffee beans and a grinder, so you could try out the machine and make yourself a cup of espresso. But then you didn’t actually know how to use the machine and took half an hour trying to learn how.
Meanwhile, you asked if we were selling anything else. Yes, we said, a French press. “What is it made of?” Glass. Husband pulls it out of the cabinet. “Oh no, you can’t put that it the microwave.” One doesn’t typically put a French press in the microwave…
You finally made the espresso and then asked for milk because you couldn’t drink the espresso by itself. Um, wasn’t this just to see if the machine worked?
And then you asked for a to-go cup. To which husband replied, “No, we don’t have to-go cups. We’re not a restaurant.”
So we gave you a mug. You asked for a bigger mug.
You filled the cup with milk, poured in the espresso, and said “I guess this tastes like coffee.” Sir, what else is it supposed to taste like? And then you added, “It tastes like a regular drip.” Well, that may be because you made the espresso “light” and then proceeded to drown it with milk.
You asked for a lower price. We said no. Then you took all the parts and wrapped them up individually in bags before you left.
So to the man who bought our espresso machine, we would really, really like it if you or anyone like you, never purchased anything from us ever again. You had husband believing the whole time that we were being punked.
Thank you, Craigslist, for yet another wonderful gem of an experience.
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Restraining orders are sometimes necessary to stop physical abuse between spouses, parties who are or were romantically involved with one another, or household members. Restraining orders can be issued in virtually any court. It requires the party seeking the restraining order to file an affidavit signed under oath, stating specifically the reasons for which the order is sought. The seeking party must demonstrate a reasonable fear of imminent physical harm. If the restraining order is granted without the other party present, it will be on a temporary basis so that the absent party can appear and be heard in opposition.
Often one party will attempt to obtain a restraining order to gain the upper hand in a divorce. This is true because the granting of a restraining order against one party usually requires the opposing party to vacate the marital home. It may also completely prohibit contact of any kind by the opposing party with both the party who obtained the order, as well as any children shared between the parties.
While the court has the discretion to keep the restraining order in effect for a shorter period of time, most restraining orders remain in effect for a period of one year. Not only are there longstanding repercussions to child support and visitation orders caused by restraining orders, but if one violates a restraining order there are also serious criminal consequences. For these reasons, whether you are trying to obtain a restraining order or are fighting against one being issued, it is crucial that you have a capable attorney with you to protect your rights and fight for you.
We have successfully represented countless clients obtaining and opposing restraining orders. Call us now!
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Jimmy Roberts
Nickname: crazy boy
Alias: cartoon boy aka TJ
Gender: Male
Age: 12
Species: Human
Eye color: Template:Color
Family: Roberts
First appearance: "Re-Animated"
Episode count: 20
Voiced by: Dominic Janes
Jimmy Roberts is a socially awkward child that was hit by a train during a seventh grade field trip to Gollyworld Theme Park. This caused severe injury to his brain and he was in desperate need for a brain transplant so they decided to give him the brain of Milt Appleday, the deceased founder of Gollyworld. Due to having Milt's brain, he was able to see cartoon characters just like he could. He serves as the titular deuteragonist of Out of Jimmy's Head and Re-Animated.
• The reason he's able to retain his old memory and personality is because the surgeons managed to mantain his personality gland.
• He secretly has a crush on Robin
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10 Snacks Kids Can Make Themselves | Organizing Made Fun: 10 Snacks Kids Can Make Themselves
Monday, November 22, 2010
10 Snacks Kids Can Make Themselves
I love anything that can help my kids be more independent! My SIL, who has four boys of various ages, was a great example to me of teaching them to make their own breakfasts and lunches! So, I've taught my kids too! Here's some other good snacks your little ones can do for themselves without Mom always around to help them! Click on the link below!
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There's a lot of Easter Eggs that could be found in the game, here's the list of them
Left4Dead References Edit
• At the Mall, there's graffiti which reads, "Left 2 Die".
• When you stop in front of a grave and the buried body get up as a zombie, a green hand will abruptly rise on the screen, this hand is from the Left4Dead cover.
• When you meet your party, you can see the girly figure, it referenced as Beta Stage Zoey during character development.
• At the Hospital, you'll see the background of Mercy Hospital, Zoey and Francis.
• The Medkit aspect in game is the same as in the Left4Dead games
• Using 50 medkits will unlock an achievement named "Pills here!", a quote from Louis in Left4Dead made famous on the internet.
• The electric generator, as well as the gas can fetching game mechanic, from the final mission before entering Safe Haven is basically the same thing as the endings of "The Sacrifice/The Passing" in Left4Dead 2, as well as some various passages in other levels in Left4Dead series.
Night of the Living Dead References Edit
• In the Final Cut Expansion, in The Church landmark, the scenery is a reenact of an early scene from the film Night of the Living Dead, where a man with glasses is lying on the ground dead, and a blonde woman is fleeing away from a nearby zombie.
Organ Trail Church
The Church landmark
• Naming one of your survivors "George Romero", Night of the Living Dead's director's name, and keeping him alive until reaching safe haven will give you the achievement "I know a guy".
• In the Final Cut Expansion, once this achievement is earned George Romero becomes a playable character.
• Naming one of your survivor "Ryan" and killing him will grants you the achievement named "Night of the living Dev".
Oregon Trail References Edit
• The whole game, its aesthetic and the gameplay are nods to the famous Oregon Trail game.
• Fording a horde of zombies 3 times will grants you the achievement "Fording Master", the achievement's icon is the Oregon trail cart floating in water, as fording rivers was a part of Oregon Trail's gameplay.
• Having someone dying from dysentery will gives you the achievement "Don, Bill & Paul's Curse", which are the first names of the three developers for the original Oregon Trail.
• Dying from dysentery is a common joke in the Oregon Trail fandom.
Resident Evil References Edit
• The Merchant in towns is referenced as the same merchant from Resident Evil
• In the original webbrowser game, the character who would guide you through your first supplies scavenging time management before leaving D.C. is not Clements but a hooded character based on the same merchant from Resident Evil, he even quotes the " 'Ello stranga!" from that character.
• The G and T Virus
• In the Final Cut Expansion, at the Mansion, you can see zombie dogs jumping through the window, a nod to the famous jumpscare scene in the first Resident Evil.
• One of the new city featured in the Final Cut Expansion is "Badger City", an obvious Reference to "Racoon City" from the Resident Evil series.
Zombieland References Edit
• In the former survivor naming screen, the characters present were pixel art redraws of Zombieland characters. They are now redraws of the characters from The Final Cut Expansion Trailer.
• In the Final Cut Expansion, one of the new added landmarks is "The Amusement Park", which location correlate with the "Pacific Playland" amusement park from the Zombieland film.
• In the Final Cut Expansion, finishing the game with all the survivors alive unlocks a playable yellow Hummer H2 named "The SUV", very similar to Zombieland's protagonist car, with the exception that this car don't have the number "3" painted on the door.
• The car is qualified as "Roomy: Fewer mishaps in the car", similar on how the Zombieland's group went along together on the same car.
Other References Edit
• Other than the Zombieland characters, the former survivor naming screen also featured in all likehood a pixel art redraw of Shaun from the movie "Shaun of the Dead", wielding a cricket bat.
• At Salt Lake City, Ness or a man dressed like Ness from Earthbound can be seen in the lower corner fighting off a zombie with his bat.
• At Albuquerque, there is a plane crash on the main picture which is probably a reference to Breaking Bad, as one plane crash into another in the series as a consequences of Walter White's decisions.
• Naming one of your survivor "Chuck Norris" will change any events including this character, diseases and names will be inverted ("Dysentry got Chuck Norris"), broken limbs events will become things like "Chuck Norris do a flying kick in the car and broke his leg"...
• Having one or more survivors named "Chuck Norris" will have a slight chance for one of them to have a special event where one survivor named Chuck Norris will spot a nuclear bomb dropping, jump from the car roof and drag the bomb into space. This event unlocks the achievement "[Secret]"
• While arriving to the Remote Shack landmark, there is a reenacting of the cover art from Evil Dead 2 with a black haired guy wielding a chansaw while fighting a zombie.
• While arriving to the Strip Club, "Planet Terror" movie poster can be seen on the left wall.
• In the Final Cut Expansion, at the dump site, there is a poster of Atari's ET. The area looks like Area 11, which is a reference to the Angry Video Game Nerd Movie.
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• In the Final Cut Expansion, in Badger Town there is a sign that says "Mushroom! Mushroom!", as the lyrics from the 2003 Mr.Weebl's animation "Badgers" [1].
• Right next to this sign is another sign saying "Bread Rising", a nod to the video game "Dead Rising".
• On the same picture, there's a sign saying "28 Days Liquor", a nod to the apocalyptic-horror movie "28 Days Later".
• There is an "S-Mart" logo on the hanging sign to the left. This is the department store that Ash Williams works for in the third film of the Evil Dead franchise, "Army of Darkness."
• Getting to Safe Haven alone without anyone else from your party will grants you the achievement "There Can Be Only One", a quote from the movie Highlander, the achievement's icon is a sword with lightings around it, confirming it's a nod to this movie.
• The garage in the cities has a decoration very similar to the old game Street Rod [2], including the bottles of beer, the background and the paint sprayer sprites that are similar to Street Rod's garage.
• While arriving at the Airbase, one zombie wearing 3-D Glasses and spiked blonde hair can be seen hanging in the barbed wires, it's actually the character "Zeke" from the game "Zombies Ate My Neighbors"
• Also at the Airbase is a man wearing a business suit and tan gas mask with a fireaxe. He strongly resembles Mr. Foster, a player character in the Killing Floor games.
• While talking to strangers, one of them might say "Hail to the king Baby", a quote from Duke Nukem, a parodic video game character. The origin of the quote is from protagonist Ash in the third film in the Evil Dead trilogy, Army of Darkness.
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Share, call Girl (2012) movie thalys exchange to your friends.
Berger as John, josefin Asplund as Sonja, pernilla August as Dagmar Glans.För Sverige ur tiden By Mattias Bärjed See more » Getting Started Contributor Zone » Contribute to This Page.Anders Beckman as Roy, sven Nordin as Glenn, david Dencik as Aspen, hanna Ullerstam as Mona."2012 Toronto International Film Festival Awards Announced; silver linings playbook and seven psychopaths Among Winners".Written by, sparkleplanet, plot Summary, add Synopsis.The film tells the story of how young Iris is recruited from the bottom rung of society, into a ruthless world where power can get you anything.Pernilla August a madam well-known to the authorities.The model utopian society.Plot Keywords: escort saarland prostitution bare breasts female pimp stockholm sweden power, see All (18) taglines: Youth is seductive.4 5 References edit "Awards".The video keeps buffering?
3 It was later nominated in 11 categories at the 48th Guldbagge Awards, including Best film, Best Director and Best Screenplay, and won in four.
Sofia Karemyr who is sent to live in a juvenile home.
Per Trollvik as Minister Göran Låstberg as Judge Reception edit Accolades edit It received the fipresci Discovery prize at the 2012 Toronto International Film Festival.Writing application : VirtualDubMod rtualdub-fr.Within a stone's throw of government buildings and juvenile homes lies the seductive, glittery and dirty world of sex clubs, strip shows, discotheques and apartments used for illicit and profitable rendezvous."Vinnarna på Stockholms 23:e filmfestival" (in Swedish).You May Also Like, all of the free movies found on this website are hosted on third-party servers that are freely available to watch online for all internet users.She becomes the subject of a police investigation led by a young vice officer, John Sandberg (.Edit, storyline, call Girl is set in the late 1970s - a time time of women's liberation, sexual revolution, Swedish neutrality, nuclear power and social security.Retrieved September 16, 2012.The film ends with Iris running away from the juvenile home, her ultimate fate ambiguous.
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"Guldbaggen 2013: Prisregn över "Äta sova dö" (in Swedish).
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Thursday, 16 June 2011
Blood red?
IMG_1488, originally uploaded by Paisley Womble.
I got up just after 5 this morning to look at a rusty-red total lunar eclipse. It was cold, but clear and still in the pre-dawn.
The photo is a little blurry as I don't have a tripod and hands are generally not steady enough for these longer exposure shots.
The news reports here are all gushing over the moon turning "blood red". I suppose this description stems from the phrase "blood red sky", but the colour was really more a rusty red. I guess that doesn't really sound quite so romantic.
Lynne said...
I knew nothing about it and even if I did that time of morning in winter is "Stay in bed time"!
You have taken a lovely photo - thanks for sharing.
Taxastrikkeren said...
Here in Denmark came the moon ca. 22.00 - and the lights from daytime was still here - a lot. We have summertime now but the sky was cloudy and we cut not see any moon. In another parts of the land it was possibyl.
Gitte from Denmark
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Patrick Mahony wrote Non-clinical discourse and psychoanalysis
By | October 14, 2014
Freud, of all contemporaries, is the one with the greatest cultural influence on the twentieth century. As psychoanalysts, we are both tremendously privileged and burdened that the founder of our discipline was such a towering figure—privileged, because if he were a lesser spirit, psychoanalysis would hardly be so widespread as it is today, and many of us would not have had the freeing experience of being analyzed; burdened
because psycho-analytic theory and practice are so peculiarly interdependent that to challenge Freud’s tenets ‘has usually been responded to with anxiety, as if a sacrilegious outrage were being perpetrated’ (Sutherland, 1980, p. 842). Pursuing the same line of thought, we quickly come upon the surprising reflection that among contemporary disciplines ‘theology and psychoanalysis are unique…in that their specialists constantly have their originator in mind’ (Patrick Mahony, 1977, p. 57).
Perhaps what I have been groping to explain is that the mystification and overidealization surrounding Freud have been inevitable to some extent. Yet it is Patrick Mahony’s conviction that such overidealization, characterized by endlessly repeated generalizations, has been very stultifying to scholarship on Freud, so that an astonishing amount of research remains to be done, both in correcting old distortions and in discovering new truths, including those about Freud the writer.
A brief look at Freud as a reader might set into relief Patrick Mahony’s proper concern. We can draw large profit from scrutinizing the summaries of texts Freud the reader has given us, since the degree to which those summaries distort original texts tells much about Freud’s own tendentiousness. Hence the reader-critic might procure one of Freud’s primary sources, simply underlining all the passages not accounted for in Freud’s summary, draw up an overall diagnostic picture of those passages, and compare it with Freud’s. Such a logical, sure-fire procedure is evident in the remarkable study of Jensen’s Gradiva by Kofman (1972). Among other things, she pointed up Freud’s neglect of the protagonist’s castration anxiety and she minutely traced in Freud’s resumé the omission of certain revelatory indices, so that Jensen’s novel was made to appear more enigmatic than it really was. Another precious indicator of how Freud read is his marginalia and marking in his private books. 1 Finally, there remains the open consideration of Freud as selfreader, and here we would examine how he summarizes his own previous writings (although to distinguish what he reread of himself and what he wrote from his retentive memory is hardly resolvable, save through his explicit avowal).
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Latest Microsoft Interview Questions
1. Given a Parent -Child binary tree ,build the child -sibling version of it? Minimize the space requirements wherever possible.
2. Given a binary tree build a linked list of all its nodes such that the nodes of a level appear before the nodes of the next level?
3. Given an infinite stream of bits with the bits being appended at the highest significant position. give an algorithm to to say whether the number formed by using the sequence of bits that had been processed till then, is divisible by 3 or not?
4. Given a string S of words and no of character per line m ,with m being greater than the longest word in S,print S in a set of lines so that each line contains no more than m characters and no word split between 2 lines.
5. Given an expression remove the unnecessary brackets in it with out creating an ambiguity in its execution.
input output
ex1: (a+(b)+c) a+b+c
ex2: (a*b)+c a*b+c
6. Propose a tree based data structure to identify a node with nth rank with maximum efficiency .
7. Given a string S of alphabets and 2 characters a,b find the minimum distance between instances of them such that position of a <= position of b.
8. Given an array of size n with first l positions filled with characters and a string s ,replace all the instances of ’%’ with this string s,given that the length of the array is sufficient to handle these substitutions.
input output
eg: abcdef%ghi%—— and “ppp” abcdefpppghippp
9. Given a binary tree verify whether it is a binary search tree or not?
10. Write a C code to merge 2 binary search trees and do the same 2 merge linked lists.How is the former different when compared to the later.(Discuss the issues)
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Plugins with tag "Graphics" for DataGrip
SvgViewer 2
Base64 image encoder
Allows to view image as base64-encoded for using in CSS/HTML.
PNG Optimizer
Plugin allows to optimize PNG files by size before commit and manually via context menu in Project View.
NavMine Demo
Diagrams demo.
Basic viewer for Lottie animations.
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Elizabeth Morgan
"We Are Labor" (karaoke)
"We Are Labor" (sheet music)
We who plant and reap the harvest,
Toiling long beneath the sun,
We who mine in earth and darkness,
We are labor: we are one.
We who feed the fires undying,
We who giant engines run,
We who needless swift are plying,
We are labor: we are one.
We are the unending power
By which worldwide work is done.
Filling man's each want each hour,
We are labor: we are one.
In each nation, hope is bright'ning
Where this truth is understood.
We, the workers, can uniting
Bind the world in brotherhood.
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PostSubject: Episode 4 Listen Thu Oct 22, 2015 6:35 pm
The Doctor: Listen! Question: why do talk out loud when we know we're alone? Conjecture: because we know we're not. Evolution perfects survival skills. There are perfect hunters There is perfect defense. Question: why is there no such thing as perfect hiding? Answer: how would you know? Logically, if evolution were to perfect a creature whose primary skill were to hide from view, how would you know it existed? It could be with us every second and we would never know. How would you detect it? Even sense it? Except in those moments when for no clear reason, you choose to speak aloud. What would such a creature want? What would it do? Well? What would you do?
The Doctor: Why do you have three mirrors? Why don't you just turn your head?
The Doctor: I need you, for a thing.
Clara: I can't.
The Doctor: Oh, of course you can. Come on, you're free. More than usually free, in fact.
Clara: No, it's possible I might get a phone call.
The Doctor: From the date guy? Well, it's too late, you've taken your make-up off.
Clara: No. I haven't. I'm still wearing my make-up.
The Doctor: All right, you probably just missed a bit.
The Doctor: I think everybody at some point in their lives has the exact same nightmare. You wake up, or you think you do, and there's someone in the dark, someone close. Or you think there might be. So you sit up, turn on the light, and the room looks different at night. It ticks, creaks, and breathes. And you tell yourself there's nobody there. Nobody watching, nobody listening, nobody there, naturally. And you very nearly believe it. You really, really try. And then...
Clara: I've never been to Gloucester in my life. And I've never lived in a children's home.
The Doctor: You probably just forgot. Have you seen the size of a human brain? It's hilarious. Little you must be in here somewhere, with your little brain.
The Doctor: Let me tell you about scared. Your heart is beating so hard I can feel it through your hands. There's so much blood and oxygen pumping through your brain, it's like rocket fuel! Right now you could run faster and you can fight harder. You could jump higher then ever in your life. And you are so alert, it's like you can slow down time. What's wrong with scared? Scared is a super-power. It's your super-power. There is danger in this room, and guess what? It's you. Do you feel it? Do you think he feels it? Do you think he's scared? Nah. Loser. Turn your back on him.
The Doctor: The deep and lovely dark. We'd never see the stars without it.
Clara: Gone?
The Doctor: Gone.
Rupert: He took my bedspread.
The Doctor: Ah, the human race. You're never happy, are you?
The Doctor: People don't need to be lied to.
Clara: People don't need to be scared by a big grey-haired stick insect, but here you are. Stay still, shut up.
Clara: Is that what I look like from the back?
The Doctor: It's fine.
Clara: I was thinking it was good.
The Doctor: Really?
The Doctor: What's going on with your face? it's all eyes. Why are you all eyes? Get them under control.
The Doctor: Last man standing in the universe. Always thought that would be me.
Clara: It's not a competition.
The Doctor: I know it's not a competition. Of course it isn't. Still time, though.
The Doctor: Listen!
Clara: To what?
The Doctor: Nothing. There's nothing to hear. There's nothing anywhere. Not a breath, not a sliver, not a click or a tick. Oh, the clock's stopped. This is the silence... at the end of time.
The Doctor: She's doing that whole eyes thing? It's because her face is so wide. She needs three mirrors.
Clara: If everybody in the universe is dead, then there's nobody out there.
The Doctor: That's one way of looking at it.
Clara: What's the other?
The Doctor: That's a hell of a lot of ghosts. (the lights dim)
Clara: Do you have your own mood lighting now? Because frankly, the accent' is enough.
Clara: What's that?
The Doctor: What kind of explanation would you like?
Clara: A reassuring one.
The Doctor: Well, the systems are switching to low power. There are temperature differentials all over this ship. It's like... pipes banging when the heating goes off.
Clara: I always thought there was something in the pipes.
The Doctor: Me too.
The Doctor: Who were you having dinner with?
Clara: Are you making conversation?
The Doctor: I thought I would give it a try.
The Doctor: What's that in the mirror of the corner of your eye? What's that footstep following but never passing by?
The Doctor: Perhaps they're all just waiting, perhaps when we're all dead, Out they'll come a-slithering, from underneath the bed.
Clara: So listen. If you listen to nothing else, listen to this. You're always going to be afraid. Even if you learn to hide it. Fear is like... a companion. A constant companion, always there. But that's okay. Because fear can bring us together. Fear can bring you home.
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American Experience
Since 1988, PBS has broadcast a series that focuses on the history of the United States and what has made it unique. Called The American Experience (now shortened to simply American Experience), the program examines the people, events, technology,...
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"When Grand Coulee Dam was being built during the depths of the Great Depression, everything about it--generators, powerhouses, pumps--was the biggest in the world. Grand Coulee was more than a dam; it was a proclamation: America could still do great things. The mile-long behemoth was the largest hydroelectric power-producing facility in the world when it was completed in March 1941--just in time to power the nation's defense plants and the atomic reactors for the Manhattan Project."
"Based on the best-selling book by Drew Gilpin Faust, this film will explore how the American Civil War created a \"republic of suffering\" and will chart the far-reaching social, political, and social changes brought about by the pervasive presence and fear of death during the Civil War."
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"The historical account of outlaws Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, whose turn of the last century exploits made headlines, led them to be pursued by Pinkerton detectives hired by the railroads, and inspired a hit 1969 film."
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"Robert Ripley - an odd everyman whose uncommon interests in oddities and odd facts catapulted him unexpectedly into public renown and lasting fame."
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"Look back at what happened in New York City the night the lights went out in summer 1977, plunging seven million people into darkness."
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"Efforts of the United Mine Workers, led by Mother Jones, to organize coal miners in southern West Virginia at the beginning of the 20th century leads to violence and insurrection."
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"The trial of wealthy college students Leopold and Loeb, who murder a 14-year-old boy in 1924, sets off a national firestorm about morality and capital punishment."
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"Meet Nikola Tesla, the genius engineer and tireless inventor whose technology revolutionized the electrical age of the 20th century. Although eclipsed in fame by Edison and Marconi, it was Tesla's vision that paved the way for today's wireless world. His fertile but undisciplined imagination was the source of his genius but also his downfall, as the image of Tesla as a mad scientist came to overshadow his reputation as a brilliant innovator."
"Revisiting this pivotal 1950 Korean war battle through the eyewitness accounts of Participants \/ Veterans who were present for this first major military clash of the Cold War. An amazingly harrowing story of the 17 day engagement of bloody combat and heroic survival in subartic temperatures. UN forces largely outnumbered and surrounded, due to a surprise attack led by 120,000 Chinese troops. Also featured; insights from historians, and archival footage."
"An account of an incident at a Titan II missile complex in Damascus, Ark., in 1980 that almost caused the explosion of a ballistic missile carrying a nuclear warhead 600 times more powerful than the bomb that destroyed Hiroshima. The near-calamity was kicked off when a socket fell from the wrench of an airman performing maintenance in a Titan II silo and punctured the missile, releasing a stream of highly explosive rocket fuel. Included: first-person accounts of USAF personnel on the scene."
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How to find a girl she is virgin
Behavior There are some behavioural clues that indicate female virginity.
HowTo:Spot a Virgin
With the shot, the commonest ones are heavy, irregular or prolonged menses; absent menses which may make you think you are pregnant ; headaches; bellyache; dizziness; and weight gain. Saturday October 26, The practice of virginity testing is based on social norms that have been used historically to regulate female sexual activity and justify violence against women.
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Focus on your present and on the fact that she wants to be with you and you want to be with her. A female can undergo a surgical procedure, called hymenorrhaphy or hymenoplasty, to repair or replace a torn hymen, to pass a virginity test.
Many girls who date a lot, have boyfriends and are known as flirts are still virgins. You must stop seeking and expecting perfection from every aspect of your dating situation and of the girl you are with. Chances are though, if a girl is using sex toys on herself, she is probably having sex anyways.
Occasionally the hymen can break prior to sexual intercourse due to activities such as horseback riding or the use of sex toys such as dildos. Once a girl has had sex, however, her skin becomes just a tiny bit darker, more tan appearing.
However, only virgins are allowed to participate. Other Myths About Virginity Here are some other myths about virginity: A Well, all medications can have side effects.
So, stop worrying or expecting her to be pure and attached. They have drawn widespread condemnation, with critics saying they are inhumane and hurt the dignity of women.
He explained that he focuses on girls because he believes they are easier to control than boys. Certain positions can be more of less comfortable, so experimenting with what feels good for her can make the experience better for both people. In fact, there is a linear correlation between the amount of makeup a girl puts on and the amount of sex she has had.
Another behavioural way to tell if a girl is a virgin is if you see her taking birth control pills to prevent pregnancy. Two-finger test[ edit ] The process of virginity testing varies by region.
Watch out for use of makeup. The reason for this is because many women do not want to get knocked up at a young age. We are planning to have sex between now and Christmas. They can be any size but they are normally skinny little scrawnbags or they are fat asses.
The differences are very subtle, virgin girls tend to have fairer skin than non-virgins. But it still bothers him.
Is it true that if a girl goes to the doctor for an internal examination, he or she will put some instrument inside you? As much as you might like her and be crazy about her, and as much as you might think that she is one of a kind — she is not perfect. This is due to having sex with guys with very small cocks.
Some of these games include magic the gathering and Runescape. However, the harassment continued. Virgin girls are almost always ugly, but this does not mean that all ugly chicks are virgins. Abuse of women[ edit ] Requiring a female to undergo a virginity test is widely seen as harmful, especially when it is performed on behalf of a government.
The answer may be just as private as what goes on during sex. With obvious behavioural clues and often a different physical appearance females do not even need this clue to tell if a guy is a virgin.
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HowTo:Spot a Virgin. View source. History How to tell if a girl is a virgin Anatomically. If a girl looks like this, she is almost certainly not a virgin.
The best way to check if a girl is still a virgin is to inspect her hymen. Unfortunately, many girls will become offended if you attempt to do this. This is especially true if you attempt. "He was explaining to me that he was a virgin, and that he was going to wait until he's married," she said.
"And then he was like, are you a virgin, too? Jessica said she immediately felt nervous. It’s extremely disheartening to not even be able to find a virgin Christian girl, much less one that I could marry. Any thoughts or suggestions? I’m tired of the “you’re young, don’t worry about it, you’ll find someone” type lines.
If she detects that you are mistrusting her then again you are putting your relationship in danger even if she is a virgin. Now, if the girl is conservative about sex or not comfortable with you already, she is going to get offended by this question, again irrespective of whether she is a virgin or not.
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Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Flash Player 9 - Your window to richer experiences
Adobe has rolled out Flash Player 9 for the public. Get it today, so that you do not fall behind in the search for richer experiences on the net.
For technical guys, Flash Player 9 has a whole new architecture with ActionScript3.0 (AS3 for short) forming the core of it. AS3 is more tightly bound OOP language than AS2, adhering to the ECMAScript standards (which is followed by JavaScript too).
For now, only FLEX2 will come out with AS3 content, though all legacy files would run fine on Player 9. Designers will have to wait a while (until next Creative Suite release i guess) to get an Authoring equivalent in AS3 (in conjunction with the Flash Authoring 9 release)
So get it today and dont fall behind... Here's the link
P.S. I will be uploading some cool stuff i did with AS3 & FLEX, so i suggest you get it :)
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Paul Wolfowitz is an anagram of “Office spoof”. Almost.
The wags at have been drawing attention to their Fire Paul Wolfowitz campaign by mashing up some pop culture with footage of the Embattled World Bank President. (I think they’re making “Embattled” a permanent feature of the job description.) Here’s the result – thanks to Dan for sending it on. And Dan’s right. The British version is funnier.
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Wednesday, November 8, 2017
"Do you hear it, mistress?"
Of course she heard it. The only individuals who would have have heard it were the deaf. Few would have been able to identify the sound itself, but almost any would have been able to distinguish it above the rabble of the woods. Her head cocked to the side to listen for anything that followed. The sound of more intruders come to slay her. But nothing came.
With a long sigh, she turned, feeling a sense of disgust building inside of her. There were two possibilities. The first of which was that some poor fool had just ignored any and all of her warnings posted against the trees, and entered into her domain. Were this the case, the individual in question was now almost certainly dead. She would of course have to string pieces of him up along the trees to make further demonstration of why the area was cordoned so, as to ward off anyone else with similar ideas.
The second possibility was far worse. It also proved to be the truth. A rodent had ran through the ward. While it easily should have detected such a small creature, whatever purpose the ward had served was now moot, as its magic was spent. Sighing, she snatched the still smoldering corpse of the animal, carrying it with her as turned to return to her hovel. Dinner for the evening, at the least, had presented itself with ease. The ward was going to need replaced, but that was a task for the next day. She was forced to hope that no one would notice the lack of defense on that one side of her shack, and do anything stupid.
Not that she wouldn't have noticed if anyone got any bright ideas. The shack itself was warded, all two rooms of it. The walls forming its outside were warded, the door was warded, and each room and window inside was warded. An ordeal that she still believed was bound to bear fruit at some point. Disregarding the fact that the moment one of the wards was set off, the entire place was bound to burn to the Goddess-forsaken ground.
She tossed the rodent, fair sized as it was onto her crude counter, and allowed herself to find a seat. Dinner preparations could be undertaken in a short while. Now was a time for rest, weary as she was. Even if she had done little that day. Her spindly fingers crept through each other as she considered that. Tired, always tired. Fighting off a craving made her worn and weary, and for three days now she had fought off this craving. And for those same three days her minion's compatriots had yet to return with that which would sate her.
"They're late, again." The words themselves were plain, presented without malice. Simple statement of fact, that the black-blue malformed cloud of pure void was bound to understand.
It's booming voice, echoing from wherever in the Void it was being summoned from, responded in kind, "And they will return."
"Yet if they return too late, demon, our deal is meaningless."
The voidwalker never seemed to have to pause for its thoughts. She wondered if they too were simply summoned from the Void, or whether the creature was allowed to think and feel as its own being. She would never ask, and it would never tell.
"Our deal shall be secured, as it always has been."
Her eyes narrowed at the thing, though there was no doubt in her gaze. The demon wanted to uphold its end of the bargain just as much as she did. They needed each other, for now. She didn't really want to consider what was bound to happen when that need shifted one way or the other.
Little time was gifted to her to dwell on the matter though. A small imp was busy making its way through the window, which was bound to catch her attention sooner or later. Her fingers idly scratched her cheek as she stared down at it, waiting. This wasn't one of the things she had sent out for mana. No, this was her little pair of eyes from Suramar.
"Are they well?"
The thing snickered and laughed as it bounced back and forth on the floor, having dropped from the window. Its head bounced up and down, its voice in usual giddy mood, "Oh yes. Having a grand old time. Heads in the sand until the insurrection blows over."
"Still looking good as ever, I'd hope," she said, a layer of ice forming over her words.
"Oh yes, handsome as ever, mistress," the imp chuckled, "As nice as you described if not better."
She took in a breath, nodding slowly, "Excellent. And her?"
"Ravishing, my lady," the imp snickered, waiting for some sort of response.
Her eyes closed as she pictured the pair, fingers leaving her cheek to slowly dig into her leg. Nodding, she waved her hand, "Back with you. Return in a week's time with any updates." Complying immediately, the imp skittered out the door, and had disappeared across the yard in an instant.
The voidwalker turned its 'head' towards her, "Were you hoping for more."
"No," she said blandly, "I was not. These things take time."
"They always take time," he said. His arm was wrapped around the other woman's shoulder.
She could only stare up at him, watch him with tired eyes. At some point, days ago, she had hated him. Before that, she had feared him, and before that, she had loved him. Now, all she could feel was apathy. Everything else was replaced by want. A want for mana, for arcwine, for anything that would sate her.
Both of them were looking down at her. Watching her twitch, and squirm, waiting. Just as they always did. In a few minutes they would leave to be away from her, but for now, they were reveling in her misery as they always did. Eventually she would be allowed to leave. Whenever it became proper to kill her, or release her in the sewers to let the guards kill, or to wander the wilds until her mind ate itself completely.
She hated the other woman. Without even knowing her name. She was her replacement. His key to security in the city. All she had been able to gather about the other woman was that she was connected to their new allies, those among the Burning Legion. That was discernible by the green tinge to her eyes. Beyond that, she knew that the woman was cruel, by the smirk on her lips.
When they departed she allowed her eyes to close. The room was made dark, and she would be left alone until they returned, or sent someone to feed her. Food. Not mana. Never mana. Until then, there was little else to do, but consider her cravings, her wants. That was all that time had become. Craving, watching, and waiting.
Her fingers clawed at the chair she was tied into to no avail. And long ago she had given up on them ever being steady enough to untie the rope that bound her. Here and there she swayed side to side to some unseen tune, only to realize that she was humming it. Sighing, she allowed the hum to continue, and rocked more and more.
She felt herself moving faster, and faster. More violently, as a surge of rage filled her body. Pressing itself into a fit of anger, thrashing left and right. She was screaming, cursing, both no one and everyone. It lasted until she had forced the chair itself onto its side, and smashed it into pieces.
Beyond the door she heard movement. Beyond her, she felt her arms pushing her up. Watched as her fingers tried to call magic, a cry for help that went unanswered. Spectated as she fled, pushing past the pair as they opened the door.
It was from this perspective that she watched herself skittered here and there through Suramar, never ceasing. They were on her heels. Or rather, the guards they had sent to fetch her. Keeping on her even once she had fled past the city's walls. Only when she had stumbled into a creek did she feel herself crashing back down.
Surrounded by guards, and covered in mud. The demon had called, and they had struck a bargain. Fire had returned to her fingertips, now tainted with Fel, and her pursuers had fallen. Everything had fallen into place from there. The shack was a convenient discovery. A comfortable place to live out of, while she waited. For however long it took for her to recover. To find her footing again, and for an advantage to present itself.
"What do you intend to do, when your matter is attended to."
She blinked, looking at the voidwalker, "I don't know."
"I do."
She stared at the thing for a moment, lips curling into a smile. The voidwalker did not smile back, but she could only imagine that it was amused by her reaction. However many people it had dealt with in the past, she didn't know. Perhaps it was aware that these matters were always so fickle.
"When they're dead," she said, hands becoming still for a moment, "I don't care. But until then, you're mine."
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Thursday, September 13, 2012
Tropes and Cliches in (my) Writing.
You see, for the chapter I'm working on currently I only had one short sentence in my outline. It didn't exist in the last draft, but it's very much needed in this one. That's right, it's one of THOSE bits. The between-the-action-character-relationship-building bits, which I apparently don't outline that well. So rather than spend most of my limited time this evening outlining it, I figured I'd take a stab at pantsing it.
When I work from an outline I tend to do a fair bit of research and digging to make sure I'm not getting so wrapped up in layered tropes of a particular genre or stereotyping. When I'm discovery writing I just let it flow and worry about it afterwards.
Well, after an hour and a half I took a quick break, then came back and re-read what I'd written. The voice is fantastic, there's a bit of humour in there that clicks with the character. However, it follows a fairly typical trope and has strong potential to run itself in a direction destined for a good deal more.
Tropes are not bad per-se, some are quite enjoyable, but as a new and aspiring writer I'm trying desperately to avoid them. Otherwise I'll use them as crutches to cheat my way to the end of my book, which would somewhat defeat the purpose since this first book is meant primarily to be a learning experience. (That's not to say that if I'm happy with it I won't try to solicit it to agents etc.)
So tomorrow it gets surgery. I'm going to hammer out an outline for the chapter that's more detailed than the one line I've got. Hopefully I can preserve some of the tone and lose some of the "we've been here before and this should happen next" essence. That's not to say that more experienced and better hands at writing can't pull off exactly that sort of trope and get away with it, making it feel fresh and funny and new. I just don't think I'm anywhere near there yet.
That said, I think I'll snip it out and put it in a side document to look over later, to analyze how I got there and why the funny worked.
- Grimm
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The Histories
by Gaius Cornelius Tacitus
The excerpts below are taken from the Project Gutenberg EBook: The Histories, Volumes I and II by Caius Cornelius Tacitus, translated by W. Hamilton Fyfe.
The textual notes and bracketed superscripts are all part of the Gutenberg text.
References to Britain and the Britons
Book I * Book II * Book III * Book IV * Book V
[ix] "... The army in Britain showed no bad feeling. All through the disturbance of the civil wars no troops kept cleaner hands. This may have been because they were so far away and severed by the sea, or perhaps frequent engagements had taught them to keep their rancour for the enemy. ..."
[xxxvii] "... It is but seven months since Nero's death, and already Icelus alone has embezzled more than all the depredations of Polyclitus and Vatinius and Aegialus[63] put together. ..."
1. Freedmen who had curried favour with Nero. Polyclitus was sent to inquire into Suetonius Paulinus' administration of Britain after the revolt of Boadicea in A.D. 61. Vatinius was a deformed cobbler from Beneventum who became a sort of court buffoon, and acquired great wealth and bad influence.
[xliii] "... Eventually, Otho, who was burning to have him killed,[72] dispatched as special agents, Sulpicius Florus of the British cohorts, a man whom Galba had recently enfranchised, and Statius Murcus of the Body Guard. They dragged Piso forth and butchered him on the threshold of the temple."
1. According to Plutarch, when they brought Otho Galba's head, he said, 'That's nothing: show me Piso's.'
[lix] "... The forces in Raetia lost no time in joining his standard, and even the troops in Britain showed no hesitation. Trebellius Maximus, the governor of Britain, had earned by his [lx] meanness and cupidity the contempt and hatred of the army,[118] which was further inflamed by the action of his old enemy Roscius Coelius, who commanded the Twentieth legion, and they now seized the opportunity of the civil war to break out into a fierce quarrel. Trebellius blamed Coelius for the mutinous temper and insubordination of the army: Coelius complained that Trebellius had robbed his men and impaired their efficiency. Meanwhile their unseemly quarrel ruined the discipline of the forces, whose insubordination soon came to a head. The auxiliary horse and foot joined in the attacks on the governor, and rallied round Coelius. Trebellius, thus hunted out and abandoned, took refuge with Vitellius. The province remained quiet, despite the removal of the ex-consul. The government was carried on by the commanding officers of the legions, who were equal in authority, though Coelius' audacity gave him an advantage over the rest. Thus reinforced by the army from Britain,[119] Vitellius, who now [lxi] had an immense force and vast resources at his disposal, decided on an invasion by two routes under two separate generals. ..."
1. Their mutiny in A.D. 69 is described by Tacitus, _Agr._ 16.
2. i.e. by detachments from it.
[lxx] "... But one troop of horse could not garrison the whole of the widest part of Italy. Caecina accordingly hurried forward the Gallic, Lusitanian, and British auxiliaries, and some German detachments, together with 'Petra's Horse',[148] while he himself hesitated whether he should not cross the Raetian Alps[149] into Noricum and attack the governor, Petronius Urbicus, who, having raised a force of irregulars and broken down the bridges, was supposed to be a faithful adherent of Otho. ..."
1. Petra occurs as the name of two Roman knights in _Ann._ xi. 4. One of these or a relative was probably the original leader of the troop.
2. The Arlberg.
[xi] "Meanwhile the war opened successfully for Otho. At his order the armies of Dalmatia and Pannonia started from their base. They comprised four legions,[226] each of which had sent forward detachments two thousand strong. The rest followed at a short interval: the Seventh legion raised by Galba,[227] the Eleventh and Thirteenth, both composed of veteran troops, and the Fourteenth, which had won great distinction by crushing the rebellion in Britain.[228] Nero had further increased their glory by choosing them for special service,[229] which accounts for their lasting loyalty to Nero and their keen support of Otho. ..."
1. See note 3.
2. The legion brought from Spain, mentioned in i. 6.
3. The revolt of Boadicea crushed by Suetonius Paulinus; described by Tacitus in his life of Agricola and in Book XIV of the _Annals_.
4. i.e. for his projected war against the Albanians (cp. i. 6). Probably they stopped in Dalmatia on hearing of Nero's fall.
[xxvii] "... The Batavian auxiliaries, who had left the Fourteenth legion during the war against Vindex, heard of Vitellius' rising while on their way to Britain, and, as I have already described,[275] joined Fabius Valens in the country of the Lingones. There they grew insolent. Whenever they passed the tents of the Roman soldiers, they boasted loudly that they had coerced the Fourteenth, had deprived Nero of Italy, and held the whole issue of the war in the hollow of their hand. ..."
1. i. 59 and 64.
[xxxii] Suetonius Paulinus, who was considered the most experienced general of his day,[283] now felt it was due to his reputation to deliver his views on the general conduct of the war. His contention was that the enemy's interests were best served by haste, Otho's by delay. He argued thus: 'The whole of Vitellius' force has now arrived and he has few reinforcements in his rear, for the Gallic provinces are in a ferment, and it would be fatal to abandon the Rhine with all those hostile tribes ready to swarm across it. The troops in Britain are busy with their own foes and cut off by the sea: the Spanish provinces can scarcely spare any troops: the Narbonese are seriously alarmed by their recent reverse and the inroads of our fleet. ..."
1. He had made his name in a Moorish war (A.D. 42), when he had penetrated as far as Mount Atlas, and increased his reputation by suppressing the rebellion of Boadicea when he was governor of Britain (A.D. 59).
[xxxvii] "In some of my authorities[294] I find a statement that either a growing fear of war or dislike of the two emperors, whose discreditable misconduct grew daily more notorious, led the armies to hesitate whether they should not give up the struggle and either themselves combine to choose an emperor or refer the choice to the senate. This, it is suggested, was the motive of Otho's generals in advising delay, and Paulinus in particular had high hopes, since he was the senior ex-consul, and a distinguished general who had earned a brilliant reputation by his operations in Britain. For my own part, while I am ready to admit that a few people may have tacitly wished for peace instead of civil war, or for a good and virtuous emperor instead of two who were the worst of criminals, yet I imagine that Paulinus was much too wise to hope that in a time of universal corruption the people would show such moderation. ..."
1. Plutarch, in his Life of Otho, after quoting the view of the emperor's secretary, Secundus, that Otho was over-strained and desperate, goes on to give the explanation of 'others'. This agrees exactly with the story given here. Plutarch and Tacitus are apparently quoting from the same authority, unknown to us, perhaps Cluvius Rufus.
[lvii] "... Leaving Hordeonius Flaccus to guard the line of the Rhine, Vitellius advanced with a picked detachment from the army in Britain, eight thousand strong. After a few days' march he received news of the victory of Bedriacum and the collapse of the war on the death of Otho. ..."
[lxv] "... However, Cluvius' influence carried the day, and Vitellius even had his own freedman punished. Cluvius was given a place at court, while still retaining Spain, of which he was absentee governor, following the precedent of Lucius Arruntius. In his case, however, Tiberius' motive had been suspicion, whereas Vitellius detained Cluvius without any such qualms.[369] Trebellius Maximus[370] was not allowed the same privilege. He had fled from Britain to escape the fury of his troops. Vettius Bolanus, who was then about the court, was sent out to take his place.
The soldiers of the defeated legions still gave Vitellius a good [lxvi] deal of anxiety. Their spirit was by no means broken. They distributed themselves all over Italy, mingling with the victors and talking treason. The most uncompromising of all were the Fourteenth, who refused to acknowledge their defeat. At Bedriacum, they argued, it was only a detachment that had been beaten, the main strength of the legion was not present.[371] It was decided to send them back to Britain, whence Nero had summoned them, and meanwhile they were to share their quarters with the Batavian irregulars, because of the long-standing feud between them.[372] Quartered as they were under arms, their mutual hatred soon broke out into disorder.
At Turin[373] one of the Batavians was cursing a workman for having cheated him, when a legionary, who lodged with the workman, took his part. Each quickly gathered his fellow soldiers round him, and from abuse they came to bloodshed. Indeed, a fierce battle would have broken out, unless two regiments of Guards had sided with the Fourteenth, thus giving them confidence and frightening the Batavians. Vitellius gave orders that the Batavians should be drafted into his army, while the legion was to be marched over the Graian Alps[374] by a d�tour which would avoid Vienne.[375] Its inhabitants were another cause for alarm.[376] On the night on which the legion started they left fires burning all over Turin, and part of the town was burnt down. This disaster, like so many others in the civil war, has been obliterated by the greater calamities which befell other cities. No sooner were the Fourteenth across the Alps than the most mutinous spirits started off to march for Vienne, but they were stopped by the unanimous interference of the better men, and the legion was shipped across to Britain."
1. In the _Annals_ Tacitus mentions Tiberius' habit of appointing provincial governors without any intention of allowing them to leave Rome. See _Ann._ i. 80, vi. 27.
2. See i. 60.
3. See chap. 43.
4. See i. 59, 64, ii. 27.
5. _Augusta Taurinorum_.
6. Little St. Bernard.
7. See i. 65. The legions there might make common cause with them.
8. They had suffered once already (see i. 65, 66).
[lxxxvi] "... So the Vespasian party used all their efforts to fan every spark of discontent throughout the empire. Letters were sent to the Fourteenth in Britain and to the First in Spain,[423] since both these legions had stood for Otho against Vitellius. In Gaul, too, letters were scattered broadcast. ..."
1. Cp. chaps. 66 and 67.
[xcvii] "Vitellius, nevertheless, sent for reinforcements from Germany, Britain, and the Spanish provinces, though with a lack of urgency which was intended to conceal his straits. The provinces and their governors showed the same want of enthusiasm. Hordeonius Flaccus,[447] who had suspicions of the Batavi, was distracted with a war of his own,[448] while Vettius Bolanus[449] never had Britain under complete control: nor was the loyally of either beyond doubt. ..."
1. He had been left to guard the Rhine.
2. See chap. 57. The revolt of Civilis was soon to break out.
3. See chap. 65.
[c] "... The centre was composed of the Fifth and Twenty-second, and in the rear of the column came the Twenty-first Rapax and the First Italian legion, with detachments from the three legions of Britain and a select force of auxiliaries. ..."
[i] "... Those who were in favour of waiting for reinforcements and prolonging the war dwelt on the strength and reputation of the German legions, and pointed out that the flower of the British army had lately arrived in Rome with Vitellius;[2] their own forces were numerically inferior and had recently suffered defeat; moreover, conquered troops, however bold their language, never show the same courage. ..."
1. i.e. the detachments 8,000 strong from the army in Britain (see ii. 57).
[xxii] "... In their fury and the darkness the Vitellian line was so disordered that one can hardly venture to describe the disposition of their troops. However, it has been stated that the Fourth Macedonian legion were on the right flank; in the centre were the Fifth and Fifteenth with the detachments of the Ninth, the Second and the Twentieth from Britain; the Sixteenth, the Twenty-second, and the First formed the left wing. ..."
[xli] "He wrote to Vitellius demanding reinforcements, and there arrived three cohorts of Guards and a regiment of cavalry from Britain, too many to slip through unobserved and too few to force a passage. ..."
[xliv] "With the capture of Valens the tide had now fully turned in favour of Vespasian. The movement had been begun in Spain by the First legion _Adjutrix_,[114] whose reverence for Otho's memory made them hate Vitellius. They carried the Tenth and the Sixth[115] with them. The provinces of Gaul soon followed suit. Britain was bound to his cause by the favour felt for one who had been sent there by Claudius in command of the Second legion, and had fought with great distinction in the war. But the adherence of the province was to some extent opposed by the other legions, in which many of the centurions and soldiers had been promoted by Vitellius. They were used to their emperor and felt some doubt about the change. [xlv] This quarrel between the legions and the constant rumours of civil war, encouraged the Britons to take heart. Their chief instigator was one Venutius. He was of a ferocious disposition and hated the name of Rome, but his strongest motive was a private quarrel with Queen Cartimandua, a member of a powerful family, who ruled the Brigantes.[116] Her authority had lately increased, since she had betrayed King Caratacus into the hands of the Romans, and was thus considered to have provided Claudius Caesar with material for his triumph.[117] Thus she had grown rich, and with prosperity came demoralization. She threw over Venutius, who was her husband, and gave her hand and kingdom to his squire, Vellocatus. This crime soon proved the ruin of her house. The people supported her husband: she defended her lover with passionate ferocity. Venutius therefore summoned assistance and, aided by the simultaneous revolt of the Brigantes, brought Cartimandua into dire straits. She petitioned for troops from Rome. Our auxiliaries, both horse and foot, then fought several engagements with varying success, but eventually rescued the queen. Thus the kingdom was left in the hands of Venutius and the war in ours."
1. The marines (see ii. 67, i. 6).
2. X Gemina, VI Victrix.
3. They occupied a large district of the north of England, from the Trent to the Tyne.
4. As a matter of fact his triumph took place in 44. Caratacus was brought to Rome in 51. Perhaps Tacitus regards this in itself as a 'triumph', or else he makes a venial mistake.
[lix] "... Certainly chance helped the Flavian generals quite as often as their own strategy. Here they came across Petilius Cerialis,[162] who had been enabled by his knowledge of the country to elude Vitellius' outposts, disguised as a peasant. As he was a near relative of Vespasian and a distinguished soldier he was given a place on the staff. ..."
1. A distinguished officer, who successfully crushed the rebellion on the Rhine (Book IV), and became governor of Britain in 71.
[lxx] "... While the issue was being decided between Vespasian and Vitellius by the engagement of legions, the capture of towns, the capitulation of cohorts; even when the provinces of Spain, of Germany, of Britain, had risen in revolt; he, though Vespasian's brother, had still remained faithful to his allegiance, until Vitellius, unasked, began to invite him to a conference. ..."
[xii] "... The Batavi were once a tribe of the Chatti,[265] living on the further bank of the Rhine. But an outbreak of civil war had driven them across the river, where they settled in a still unoccupied district on the frontier of Gaul and also in the neighbouring island, enclosed on one side by the ocean and on the other three sides by the Rhine.[266] There they fared better than most tribes who ally themselves to a stronger power. Their resources are still intact, and they have only to contribute men and arms for the imperial army.[267] After a long training in the German wars, they still further increased their reputation in Britain, where their troops had been sent, commanded according to an ancient custom by some of the noblest chiefs. There still remained behind in their own country a picked troop of horsemen with a peculiar knack of swimming, which enabled them to make a practice[268] of crossing the Rhine with unbroken ranks without losing control of their horses or their weapons."
1. One of the greatest and most warlike of the German tribes living in the modern Hessen-Nassau and Waldeck. Tacitus describes them at length in his _Germania_.
2. i.e. a stretch of land about sixty miles in length, from Nymwegen to the Hook of Holland, enclosed by the diverging mouths of the Rhine, the northern of which is now called the Lek, the southern the Waal (in Tacitus' time Vahalis). The name Betuwe is still applied to the eastern part of this island.
3. In the _Germania_ Tacitus says that, like weapons, they are kept exclusively for use in war, and are spared the indignity of taxation.
4. Some such word as _peritus_ or _exercitus_ must be supplied at the end of this chapter.
[xv] "... Civilis next sent secret messages to win over the Batavian troops, which after serving as Roman auxiliaries in Britain had been sent, as we have already seen,[277] to Germany and were now stationed at Mainz.[278] ..."
1. ii. 29.
2. Mogontiacum.
[liv] "Meanwhile,[384] the news of Vitellius' death had spread through Gaul and Germany and redoubled the vigour of the war. Civilis now dropped all pretence and hurled himself upon the Roman Empire. The Vitellian legions felt that even foreign slavery was preferable to owning Vespasian's sovereignty. The Gauls too had taken heart. A rumour had been spread that our winter camps in Moesia and Pannonia were being blockaded by Sarmatians and Dacians:[385] similar stories were fabricated about Britain: the Gauls began to think that the fortune of the Roman arms was the same all the world over. But above all, the burning of the Capitol led them to believe that the empire was coming to an end. 'Once in old days the Gauls had captured Rome, but her empire had stood firm since Jupiter's high-place was left unscathed. But now, so the Druids[386] with superstitious folly kept dinning into their ears, this fatal fire was a sign of Heaven's anger, and meant that the Transalpine tribes were destined now to rule the world.' It was also persistently rumoured that the Gallic chieftains, whom Otho had sent to work against Vitellius,[387] had agreed, before they parted, that if Rome sank under its internal troubles in an unbroken sequence of civil wars, they would not fail the cause of the Gallic freedom."
1. Tacitus here resumes the thread of his narrative of the rebellion on the Rhine, interrupted at the end of chap. 37, and goes back from July to January, A.D. 70.
2. Cp. iii. 46.
3. The danger of Druidism was always before the eyes of the emperors. Augustus had forbidden Roman citizens to adopt it. Claudius had tried to stamp it out in Gaul and in Britain, yet they appear again here to preach a fanatic nationalism. However, this seems to be their last appearance as leaders of revolt.
4. Probably they were in Rome, and were sent back to their homes to intrigue against Vitellius' rising power.
[lxviii] "... Three victorious legions, the Eighth, Eleventh, and Thirteenth;[420] the Twenty-first--one of Vitellius' legions--and the Second, which had been newly enrolled, all started for the front, some by way of the Poenine and Cottian[421] Alps, others over the Graian Alps.[422] The Fourteenth was also summoned from Britain, and the Sixth and First from Spain. ..."
1. The text is here uncertain, and some historians maintain that the third of these legions was not XIII Gemina but VII Claudia (v. Henderson, _Civil War_, &c., p. 291).
2. Great St. Bernard and Mt. Gen�vre.
3. Little St. Bernard.
[lxxiv] "... Vice will last as long as mankind. But these evils are not continual. There are intervals of good government, which make up for them. You cannot surely hope that the tyranny of Tutor and Classicus would mean milder government, or that they will need less taxation for the armies they will have to raise to keep the Germans and Britons at bay. For if the Romans were driven out--which Heaven forbid--what could ensue save a universal state of intertribal warfare? ..."
[lxxix] "... At the same moment Cerialis came by forced marches to the relief of Cologne. A further anxiety haunted Civilis. He was afraid that the Fourteenth legion, in conjunction with the fleet from Britain,[445] might harry the Batavian coast. However, Fabius Priscus, who was in command, led his troops inland into the country of the Nervii and Tungri, who surrendered to him. ..."
1. A small flotilla on guard in the Channel. It probably now transported the Fourteenth and landed them at Boulogne.
[xvi] "... He then gave special encouragement to each of the legions, calling the Fourteenth the conquerors of Britain,[525] reminding the Sixth that the influence of their example had set Galba on the throne,[526] and telling the Second that in the coming fight they would for the first time dedicate their new colours and their new eagle to Rome's service.[527] ..."
1. Cp. ii. 11.
2. Cp. iii. 44.
3. They had been newly enrolled (see iv. 68).
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Thursday, March 7, 2013
Watch out, for there really is an iceberg!
This article has been on my mind for some time now. It aims to describe Romanian stray animals' situation in a holistic manner, describing the larger picture, not just enlarge and focus on one detail only. It really aims to explain how things work in Ploiesti and Romania generally, why there are so many homeless dogs, where do they come from, what is people's and authorities' attitude towards them, why we continue to keep on having countless dogs everywhere, what is the situation with dog catchers and city pounds, and so forth.
Yesterday we were called in one neighborhood of Ploiesti to pick up female dogs for free sterilizations. In one neighborhood only, around blocks of flats, on surrounding fields, in bus stations and factory courtyards, the animal lover who called us in counted over 100 dogs and pups! It was unbelievable even for us, who have been driving around to pick up dogs for free sterilizations for over a year now. Simply incredible sights of countless dogs and pups... Where do these dogs and pups come from? The residents explained to us that many of those dogs had been abandoned in the area. One breed female was abandoned near a block heavily pregnant, and she gave birth 2 days later. The workers of a factory told us some of the dogs in the factory courtyard had been found abandoned there as pups. Recurring stories that we hear and see over and over again. Oki, so abandonment is a super big issue here. Let's analyze it and see why it's so common!
First off, I'd say it's very common for people living in houses with courtyards to own a dog that spends all its life outside in the courtyard (not exactly a family pet, more like a guard dog living outside all its life, likely chained most of its life also...). Secondly, this owned dog is almost always entire, as it really is not embedded in local culture to have your dog sterilized; plus local vet prices for sterilizations are really deterring for most people; and then there are the old school veterinarians preaching that each female dog should be allowed to give birth at least once, veterinarians who totally disregard the principle of early neutering in an already sorely overpopulated country. Thirdly, the owned dog is also likely to roam freely in the streets whenever it has the opportunity. Result? Unwanted puppies galore. Combine this with weak animal protection legislation and authorities that in effect never punish abandonment, plus no taxes whatsoever for owners with entire dogs, and voila! The cocktail for disaster is ready.
Every year, twice a year, it truly is depressing to see countless litters of abandoned pups all over the town, on the side of the road, in factory courtyards, in school courtyards, in the forest, on empty fields. Many will die a slow, painful death from puppy diseases such as the horrible parvo. Suffering silently and dieing without ever having a name and without ever meaning anything to anyone. Others will be killed by established adult dogs from those territories, in traffic, and so forth. Some super tiny minority will be adopted, and the rest will simply grow up and replenish the homeless dog population. End result? A stray dog population that never goes down... And the bleakest estimates of stray dog numbers in Ploiesti claim up to 8,000 strays at any time! But do remember that is only the tip of the iceberg. The ones that have actually made it. Don't forget about all the pain and suffering that lies out of sight, of the exponentially many more pups that were born only to be abandoned and suffer a painful death. The least we can do for them is to remember them. They once existed, and they suffered.
Another major issue is that local people have become incredibly desensitized to stray dogs' life and suffering. Having stray dogs and pups galore in the streets is the status quo. Because of their large numbers, stray dogs are seen as pests by many people. Not as victims abandoned in the streets, with an incredible capacity to love and to suffer, and capable to become true companion dogs. The general public has stopped caring about them and seeing them as sentient beings.
Now, at 20+ years following the fall of the Communist regime, Romania is still a country in transition, a confused nation trying to find itself again. A country with people that all too often tend to deny or ignore their past, people who embrace all too readily new values while forgetting about their old ones. In some regards this is good, in some others, it's disastrous. We like to think of ourselves as a nation of Christians, a nation of highly intelligent and profound people. When I was a kid, the lyrics of a popular folklore song were like this: "Don't forget that you are Romanian, that your dad and your mom, your grandpa and grandma have always taught you to be kind." Now, tell me how does this fit with abandoning innocent pups in the streets and leaving them to a very uncertain and most often cruel fate? Or with people who shoo at sweet stray pups in the streets without looking twice at them, people who don't have a lot of money, yet eagerly pay 300 euro to buy a fancy posh breed dog coming from a puppy mill? What has happened to our Christianity, and self proclaimed kindness and inner depth? The consciousness of our very own nation is in a coma, and stray animals are victims of this.
Even worse, the average citizen does not want to see stray dogs in the streets, and totally ignores the fact that stray animal overpopulation is caused by irresponsible and remorseless people. It's people who abandon these dogs; it's people again who don't want to see dogs in the streets. A real paradox of hypocrisy. You won't see anyone yelling at a peasant coming from the countryside with a box of unwanted puppies to dump in the train station; you will see though people kicking and poisoning these same dogs. In people's perception, it's dogs' fault that they exist. Or at least, that's what people's behavior towards dogs suggests.
As I was saying, people simply don't want dogs in the streets. They say dogs are aggressive, they say they bark at night, are dirty and leave dog shit everywhere. So they call dog catchers to solve the problem, to make dogs disappear. Always, always, always, whenever dogs are removed from a territory with resources such as food and water, the place is soon replenished with other dogs, newly abandoned there, or coming from other areas with denser population. Dog catchers come again, new dogs come (or are brought in) again, and the cycle of cruelty never ends. Just many countless four-pawed victims that come and go, come and go, come and go.
Now, you'd think authorities and city pounds should do something about it... Yes, they do, but what they do has nothing to do with decency nor humanity. We're talking about a flourishing stray dog business here in Romania. In effect, authorities and city pounds don't do anything to run out of dogs on long term, they have no interest in there being no more stray dogs, as they won't be making any more money off of them. So let's see how it works. Dog catchers come to pick up dogs from one area. More often than not, the dogs taken by dog catchers simply vanish in thin air. Like they never existed. You can go looking for them at the city pound that very same day, but very often you won't find them there, and dog catchers won't give you a clue as to what happened to the dogs. But a dead dog means a lot of money to many. There are countless stories of dogs clubbed to death, injected with gas in the heart, and so forth, but the town hall pays as if that dog had been humanely put to sleep with appropriate expensive injections. The biggest winner is the company that has the monopoly in town over burning dead dog bodies, the prices they charge are ridiculous (and the weight of a dog can be easily manipulated, so a 10-kilo dead dog can easily become in papers a dog of 25 kilos, so it can bring in even more revenue for them). Even worse, in order to keep alive in state pounds the dogs taken from their neighborhoods, dog lovers secretly pay regularly protection fees to dog catchers, so the animals won't be killed while impounded. At every step of the way, the current state of affairs is full of corruption, of authorities and dog catchers thriving off of dogs and taking advantage of animal lovers; and really not doing anything to effectively end the stray animal overpopulation. Surely enough, they don't want to run out of business.
The animals that are "lucky" enough to make it to the pound alive don't have it easy either, as conditions at city pounds are absolutely appalling. Enclosures with 40+ dogs of all ages, sizes, sexes and temperaments; food being thrown to them on the ground among feces and urine; no water nor shelter in scorching summer days; not enough shelters in freezing cold winter days; no vaccines nor real veterinary care administered to the animals; no sterilizations provided to them so they continue to multiply within the enclosures; make the typical Romanian city pound a living hell. Truly, no humanity in such forsaken places.
Foreign organizations are often moved and shocked by the living conditions in Romanian city pounds. Out of compassion, they support such shelters and strive to adopt out as many dogs as possible from these places. They always forget that taking a dog out from such a shelter only makes room for another street dog to be taken there instead. There is also only that many animals they can adopt out, which truly represents an insignificant number of all the dogs taken to the shelter. Almost always, the small pretty fluffies are the ones rescued. But what about the rest, the vast majority, not as tiny and maybe physically not as beautiful?... Such organizations almost never do anything to prevent more animals from being born to end up in the streets or in local pounds. Show them an impounded dog in miserable condition and they'll do anything to save the poor soul; while entirely disregarding the countless pups that are going to be born to be abandoned in the streets; and then taken to city pounds. I am all for rescue work, don't get me wrong, BUT given the current climate and state of affairs, to focus all or most of your energy and resources on rescue work and not prevention of more births does nothing on the long run to stray animals' cause. The flow of incoming needy animals will never end this way. Focus on rescue work and you can only brace yourself for more of the same. It won't make a difference in numbers; and hence in the suffering of the stray dog population in its entirety. Pups will continue to be born, to be abandoned in the streets, to suffer painful deaths, to replenish the stray dog population, to be taken to the city pound and be a gold mine for many profiteers, and the cycle of suffering will never end.
So yes, we can talk about a stray dog iceberg from many point of view. All the suffering of the living animals we see in the streets is nothing compared to all the suffering of all the pups that were once born, suffered and died. All the cruel reality we see in city pounds is just the tip of the iceberg; we cannot and should not disregard the fact that horrible city pounds are possible precisely because we don't focus enough on education and sterilizations as means to cut down animal population. If we really want these horrible city pounds to be closed down, well then, let us focus on preventing more births, not just on rescue work. Stray animals are a societal issue proving how unbelievably and undeniably corrupt and insensitive this country has become. What we see is only a tiny portion of something exponentially bigger and more dangerous that lures underneath. Mass sterilizations and education of the population are the way to fight this corrupt system, on the long run to end the cycle of animal suffering, and render horrible city pounds simply unnecessary.
Bottom line, it's horrible, horrible, horrible to be born only to become a stray in Romania. One dog only, one city pound only, they really represent only the tip of the iceberg. The dogs are always the victims and they surely have no fault. For them and for their cause we have to fight. But we really need to address the stray dog iceberg in its entirety, not just the part we see above the waves. Otherwise, there will always be too many suffering dogs, of which very few will be actually rescued. The way I see it, we must focus on making stray dog numbers manageable through mass sterilizations of stray and owned dogs. So at the end of the day, even the rescue work will be fairer: fewer needy dogs, of which a larger percentage could be adopted out and have a good life.
1 comment:
1. Yes, I completely agree that neutering dogs is the best way to fight for streets empty of stray dogs in Roemenia. And ofcourse the Roemenian people have to be educated how to take care of a dog in a proper way.
Also is needed to ban corruption, which is the base of the unfair dogcatching business. No payment for a dead dog anymore, but burning of dead dogs for free by the authorities of cities.
Also a ban upon puppy mills is needed, a cruel business for the mother dogs and their puppies, who are brought to other countries to be sold. Often the puppies are sick and a lot of them die in the hands of the new owner.
The people dependent of the money received from corruption have to be educated for other jobs, so they don't need to be corruptive anymore.
The soul of the Roemenian people have to be healed.
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Neurons are specialized cells of the nervous system that communicate using electrical signals, which propagate down long, wire-like projections called axons. The conduction of these signals requires myelin, a fatty substance that surrounds axons in much the same way that plastic coating surrounds an electrical wire.
Several neurological disorders, including autism and schizophrenia, are thought to be driven in part by the failure of myelin to properly surround axons during development. In a study published in Nature Neuroscience, researchers have added an unexpected piece to the developmental puzzle, showing that immune cells may play a key role in helping myelin to form around newly minted neurons.
T and B cells are vital players in the immune system; their job is to circulate through the body, find infectious agents, and mount a protective response. These cells spend most of their time traversing the bloodstream and the lymph nodes-but are thought to be blocked from accessing the brain.
"The central nervous system is protected from pathogens by a highly selective barrier that keeps the circulatory system physically separated from the brain," lead author explains. "It's generally believed that this barrier also excludes immune cells from the brain. Our study suggests otherwise, though, as we found that a certain type of B cell is quite abundant in the ventricles, meninges, and choroid plexus in the brains of young mice. Even more surprising, these cells appear to stimulate axon myelination in the surrounding neurons."
Neurons are unable to produce their own myelin. Instead, supportive cells called oligodendrocytes are responsible for making the myelin sheath that wraps around axons. The team discovered that the B immune cells, called B-1a cells, ensure that enough of these oligodendrocytes are available in the developing brain to support adequate myelination.
"We experimentally depleted B cells from the brains of young mice and saw oligodendrocyte numbers drop significantly," lead author adds. "It turns out that so-called natural antibodies secreted by B-1a cells induce oligodendrocyte precurosors to proliferate. These antibodies are typically involved in immune surveillance, but in this case they promote the myelination of axons."
Recent studies have shown that T cells can occupy the meninges and play a role in learning and memory. However, this is the first study implicating B cells in myelin production during early development. The study may have broad implications for diseases driven by early defects in neuronal growth.
"Prior work has indirectly hinted at a role for B cells in neurodevelopmental disorders," lead investigator notes. "Our findings provide direct evidence that B cells reside in the mouse neonatal brain and promote both oligodendrocyte proliferation and neuron myelination. This suggests to us that B cell dysfunction in early development may contribute to later mental disorders, a possibility that we believe deserves further exploration in future studies."
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Chernobyl Has a New Power Plant, But This Time It's Solar
Since 2000, the power plant at Chernobyl has been inactive. Even after the infamous meltdown in 1986, the other nuclear reactors at the facility continued operating until the turn of the century. But for 18 years, Chernobyl has been nothing but an abandoned wasteland. A changes that, however, and thanks to 3,800 installed solar panels Chernobyl can supply Ukraine with power once more.
Two years ago a handful of companies proposed a solar farm in Chernobyl. On paper it makes sense: the land isn’t being used for anything else, and most of the infrastructure to carry power is still in place from the nuclear plant. All a company would have to do is hook solar panels up to the new power grid to harness its full potential.
A handful of other incentives from the Ukrainian government, like low land costs and high electricity prices, made a solar farm an easy investment for two European power companies. Ukrainian company Rodina and German company Enerparc AG jointly formed Solar Chernobyl, a new company dedicated to running the solar farm in Ukraine.
The solar panels were only a few hundred feet from the reactor that melted down in the 1986 disaster. The farm itself cost around $1.2 million and supplies 1 megawatt of power to the country, or enough electricity for about 2,000 homes. Eventually, the plan is to produce around 100 megawatts at the site.
The solar plant provides much needed electricity to Ukraine, which suffered from the Russian annexation of Crimea in 2014. Ukraine had about 170 megawatts of solar power installed in Crimea before the annexation, and has since been forced to buy natural gas from Russia to compensate. This solar plant in Chernobyl should help make the country a bit more energy-independent.
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Chapter 73
Written by Spacer X ([email protected])
Michelle was the last one to take her turn giving me a lap dance. Even with all the pauses, by the time she strolled and sashayed her way into the room for her turn, I felt as if anything stronger than a light breeze was liable to send my cock shooting.
She realized that, and thus she started her lap dance in a slow and relaxed mood. She didn't really perform a lap dance so much as slowly slide her bare jutting boobs all over my upper body while kissing my lips and rubbing her panty-clad pussy on my thigh.
The kicker was that her torpedo tits, and much of the rest of her, were so oiled up they were shining. Damn! My shirt was already up around my shoulders, so it wouldn't get oiled up from the earlier equally shiny and oily lap dances.
I was as out of my mind with lusty desire as I'd ever be, and she decided to take advantage of that.
"Daddy?" she purred.
"Yes, my beautiful Shelle?"
She was avoiding my penis, knowing how close I was to cumming. But she tenderly stroked my back and kept rubbing her nipples into my chest. "You gotta admit, being a slave master is a lot of fun. Isn't it?"
I chuckled. "Yeah. You could say that." I brought my hands up to her shiny melons and gave them a good slippery squeeze.
"Heh! I can only imagine how much fun you have, and it makes my heart sing. That's what I love to do more than anything else, keeping you erect and giving you lots of orgasms!"
"Why?" I foolishly asked.
"You're the man who made me. Half of me is you. You and Mom raised me. Think of all the things you did for me, all the diapers you changed, all the places you drove me, all the things you taught me. Isn't it only right that I pay you back for almost twenty years of great parenting with twenty or more years of devoted sexual slavery?"
"Um, no. Not fair." That was the best I could manage, since my brain had pretty much flown the coop. My hands were kneading her jutting jugs like a kid experimenting with the feel of water balloons for the first time. I know, I know, I'd been doing this a lot lately, but they were endlessly fun and fascinating. It was especially neat seeing the results of what my hands were doing instantly showing up in the lusty looks on her face.
And don't even get me started on how much more fun they were to play with when they were all oiled up like this!
"Fair? Sure, it's fair," she said. "You've given me everything! I wouldn't even exist if you hadn't fucked Mom that good and powerfully way back when. So it's only fair that I give myself to you, forever. These big fun bags in your hands, don't you think it's just RIGHT that they should be yours, and yours alone, to play with? Forever? I certainly do! Sure, Ruby, Mom, and the others can play with them too, but they'll never OWN them. That's because I belong to you, and only you! You're the only man I've ever wanted! The only man I've ever needed! The one I live for! Live to serve!"
I groaned in blissful agreement. I was pulling on her erect nipples with unusual force, pulling them towards me.
"Every last inch of my gorgeous body - it's ALL yours!" She pulled back from me a bit. She struck a pose, with her arms bent behind her head like she wanted to rest her head on them. She tilted her head alluringly and closed her eyes. It would have made an awesome album cover for a sexy artist like Shania Twain, except for the fact that my hands were still latched onto her huge heaving tits.
I groaned like some kind of lusty caveman and pulled her tits towards me, stretching them out.
She tilted her head back and let out her own lusty groan.
With her point made - as if I didn't already know just how gorgeous she was! - she pulled my shirt off me altogether. "Let's get rid of this pesky thing," she said. "We don't want to get oil on it."
As soon as it was off, she enveloped me in a big hug. Except she didn't stay in one place, like with a normal hug. Her whole body slid up and down mine like she was a cat up against a scratching post. She had her hand under my erection, but surprisingly, her fingers weren't curled around it. That meant it was protruding away from me even with her body grinding against mine. As her body slid all over, her lower tummy continually rubbed my hard-on, from top to bottom.
I was surprised how great it felt to my stiff dick - not to mention the rest of me! It was almost as good as a blowjob, even the she wasn't doing much to it, probably because I was so close to climax that even the slightest touch seemed electric.
She cooed contentedly, "Mmmm! Daddy, this is bliss! THIS is what I've been working for these past five years. This is what I've been dreaming about - to have my hunky, handsome Daddy holding my defenseless naked body in his strong arms, with his hands on my ass and tits, and his fat cock, well, totally dominating and controlling me! Bliss!"
I wasn't sure how my dick was "totally dominating and controlling" her, when she seemed to be the one who was using every trick in the book to turn me into a drooling, gibbering idiot. But hey, if it made her that happy to think that, I wasn't going to complain. However, her "past five years" comment made me curious.
Despite her all out erotic assault on all my senses, I had to ask, "Um, Shelle? How did your plan start, anyway? You were like, thirteen! How could you be so certain this would work?"
She paused in her all over body grind, and looked me seriously in my eyes. "You want to know? You really want to know?"
"No, I don't," I said sarcastically. "Please lie to me." I dropped the sarcasm, and exclaimed, "Of COURSE I want to know! Why would I ask if I didn't?!"
"Okay." She was lost in thought now, and wasn't doing much to me except squeeze my cock with her hand trapped underneath it.
After some obvious, careful pondering, she said, "It all started with a dream. Mom's dream. I'd been having a streak of nightmares, and Mom and I had been sharing our dreams when I got home after school. I think she was only telling me her dreams so I'd open up and reciprocate, and then we could get to the bottom of my nightmare problem. But anyway, one day, she told me about this really weird dream she had. In it, she came home unexpectedly one day, and found you having sex with another woman."
I asked, "Did she mention the name of the woman?"
"Hold on! If I tell you that, I'll get ahead of myself. Anyway, it turns out she had the occasional nightmare of you fooling around on her."
That upset me. "I would NEVER-"
"Ssssh!" She laid a finger across my lip. "Dreams are irrational, okay?" She slipped that finger in my mouth, and started playing around with it, letting me suck on it. "Anyway, with this particular dream, it was different. She caught you cheating, like she did in other dreams, but instead of getting angry, she joined in! She was too embarrassed to tell me what happened in the dream after that, except that she blushed and said it was, and I quote, 'disturbingly arousing,' unquote. I found out later that was one of many erotic threesome dreams she started having around that time."
"Whoa," I said. "She never told me any of this! Why didn't she tell me?!"
"Hey, think about some of your erotic dreams. Now think of some of the really weird ones. How many of those did you tell Mom about?"
I was silent. She had me there. I've had some pretty embarrassing dreams that I still didn't want to describe to Mindy, Michelle, or anyone else.
"Exactly," she said triumphantly, while still jacking me off a little bit. "Normally, she never would have told me either, except we were in a habit of talking about our dreams. And maybe it was fate, or luck, or whatever, but that's what started everything. I'd been lusting after you already, big time, but I never would have acted on it, because of Mom. But when I realized she had a thing for sharing you, that's when I started to allow myself to hope. The rest is history." Satisfied, she resumed her all over body rubbing.
"Wait a sec," I said, even as my hands resumed squeezing her huge tits. "Did she mention who the other woman in the dream was?"
"No. She only kind of teased me with hints of those kinds of dreams. She skipped any sexual content, I guess figuring it was too prurient for my innocent young ears. But we've stayed dream confidantes since then, even to today. It's a great source of intel."
I laughed. "'Intel?' You sound like a professional spy!"
"I am," she said proudly. "I'm a spy in the house of love. Not because I want to hurt anybody, but it took years and years of machinations and manipulations to get me where I needed to be, lying on top of you right now as your devoted naked sex slave. I did what had to be done, and I'm not going to apologize for it. Do you realize how much time and effort that took, especially when I had to fight your pigheaded moral attitude?! Grrr! Don't get me started!"
She actually shook her fist, like she was railing against a great social injustice. "But in any case, I only had hints of Mom's cucquean-type dreams back then. But as the years passed and she became a full confederate in the Plan, I learned more about them."
"And?!" I was fascinated. I was learning all kinds of things my wife had been too embarrassed to ever tell me.
"And, I don't know who was in that dream, per se. But there were a few woman who kept popping up in her reoccurring threesome dreams. Delilah Jensen,-"
"A-ha!" I thought, That helps explain why she kept pestering me to really have a threesome with her, a year or two after that.
"Right. And the others were names you'd expect, like Samantha Simmons. Remember her, the woman who came onto you in the famous campfire incident? And Jane Corlin, of course. She was in a lot of dreams. Between her sultry face and her huge rack, it'll be a CRIME if you don't fuck her, and soon! But you may be surprised that Cindy was the most common 'other woman' in her dreams, by far."
"Really? Wow!"
Michelle rubbed my sweet spot with two fingers while her tummy slid against it from the other side. "I've never gotten the complete straight scoop on these dreams. I gather though that the threesome sex involved as much Mindy-on-woman sex as it did Dan-on-woman sex, or Dan-on-Mindy-and-woman sex. So of course her mind picked the women she was most attracted to. And later, as we all got older, things got REALLY murky. She stopped naming names and details as much, even though we were more open with each other. Some dreams she would, and others she wouldn't. I gather her dreams began to involve some of my classmates, and even Ruby and me. But she never really admitted that."
"Whoa. That's amazing. But why are you telling me all this now? What if I go to Min and tell her to stop sharing her dreams with you, because it's a key 'intel leak?'"
"You could," she conceded. "But my work is basically done. My Plan is almost complete. I don't need to be so underhanded anymore. I'd rather be more honest with you and Mom, 'cos I love you both. We're all on the same side now, right? Since you're my daddy and my master, it's my duty to completely obey you. I'm hoping Mom and I can continue sharing our dreams and other fun things like that. But now we can do it in a new and more fully forthcoming way, as two honest sex slaves sharing all our fantasies and secrets with each other so we can better serve you and please you."
I mentally noted to myself that, technically, Mindy wasn't a sex slave. Her exact status beyond being my wife was unclear, and maybe that was for the best. But with the way Michelle was rubbing all over me, especially her tummy sliding over my cock from top to bottom, with assistance from her fingers, I didn't want to start up a whole other topic.
I thought, This is so fascinating. I'm peeling back another layer of the onion, and getting closer and closer to the truth. I thought that Shelle had somehow turned Min into a cucquean, but it turns out my wife had those tendencies going way back. That makes me feel a little bit better about things, somehow. I'm definitely going to have to talk to Min about it, and hear her side of the story. I can't blame her for not telling me about her dream fantasies though. Heck, I basically never tell anyone about my dreams, even now.
I was lost in thought for a few moments, but I was jolted back to reality when I realized Michelle had scooted down my body and had my dick trapped in her prodigious cleavage. Her whole body was still sliding up and down mine, except that her focus had switched to what that was doing to my squeezed erection. Since her tits were so oily it was hard to get a good grip on them, it goes without saying that feeling all that slippery tit-flesh slide all around my cock was pleasurable beyond description.
But to Michelle it was no big deal, and just the next way to rock my boat while she kept talking. She said with surprising intensity, "Daddy, one thing I want to make clear is that I NEVER was going to come between Mom and you, and I never will. That's really, really important to me."
I nodded. I had no doubt about that. Michelle could be very selfish at times, but not at the expense of the people she loved.
She continued explaining, "I love how much you two love each other, and I didn't want a broken home. I knew what needed to be done and I did it. But progress was maddeningly slow, even with the breakthrough of her cucquean dreams. I had to figure things out mostly by what she did NOT say, like when she'd get really defensive when I asked her a question. She didn't want to talk about sexual stuff with a mere fourteen or fifteen year old girl."
"Go figure," I said stiffly, trying not to let her titfucking overwhelm me.
"I know, that's easy for you to say, but you don't understand! By the time I was fifteen, virtually all my friends except Ruby had boyfriends and were getting fucked regularly. But we kept our virginities, holding out for you, the ultimate prize. Do you have any idea how LONG we've had to wait?! Years and years and years! It's been torture! Pure torture!"
"It really was."
I heard somebody say that, but it wasn't Michelle. I figured out it had to Ruby, who had to be listening to us and talking to the others in the next room. "Is that you, Ruby?" I asked loudly. "You're not eavesdropping, are you?"
"Um, I am, kind of," she admitted, obviously not having any choice. She walked in the room since she'd been outed anyway, and went to the CD player. The music had stopped, and she put in the reggae CD soundtrack, "The Harder They Come."
I just admired Ruby's body as she walked around and bent over, while Michelle kept the titfuck going on. Ruby had to know I was watching, because she did a hell of a lot of bending over. She bent over about four or five times in a wonderfully scanty outfit, as if putting on a CD was an extremely drawn out and complicated process. Even after the music started, she stayed bent over, wiggling her bare ass in time to the music.
While Ruby was doing that, Michelle said to me comfortingly, "Don't sweat that she and the others are listening and looking in." Her tits kept slithering and sliding all over my throbbing boner, now that she sensed I'd recovered enough to be ready for more action.
"Looking?!" I looked all around the room, but I couldn't see any signs of anyone doing that. Even Ruby had her back turned, as she supposedly had discovered some lint or dust on the carpet, and was bending over to get it. Or something. That didn't really explain why her legs were so straight and stiff or spread so wide though. She was so close that I could have reached out and run a finger down her wet pussy lips.
Michelle's shiny tits kept up their relentless sliding. "Of course. We're new to this lap dance stuff. We have to watch what works best, so we can learn the best cock-pleasing techniques. We're not just any kind of flash in the pan sex slaves; we're dedicated to our craft!"
I couldn't help but laugh at that. Talking about such a 'craft' sounded silly to me, but I refrained from making any jokes about it.
Ruby was still bent over in front of me in the lewdest way imaginable, and she looked at me from between her legs. "Don't laugh! Michelle is dead serious, and so am I! Maybe we're a little overenthusiastic at times..."
I laughed again. "You think? I mean, I'm totally overloading on arousal here. You don't have to bend over like that to help out. It's physically impossible for me to get any MORE aroused!"
She turned around and stood up, grinning a bit sheepishly. "Sorry. But it's all about that long wait Michelle is talking about. I mean, we were in prison for FIVE YEARS! Not a real prison with bars, but a prison just the same. We wanted to love you, and please you, and be dominated by you so very much, and we couldn't even let on! Now that we've been unleashed, it's easy for us to get carried away. Just showing off my cunt to your view makes me tingle and shiver all over!" She shivered, as apparently just the thought of that aroused her a lot.
She continued, "Please have patience with us. Speaking of which, I'd better go. Daddy, I'm drawn to your powerful cock like it's a powerful magnet, but this is Michelle's time. Do it, girl, do it! Now's the time!"
She quickly bolted out of the room, before Michelle or I had anything to say to that.
"She's right," Michelle said to me in an extra-sexy voice. "You do have a powerful cock. How is it that I've been doing so much to it for at least ten minutes now, and that's after all your other slaves had a turn with it, and you're STILL not close to cumming?! It's incredible! King Dong worthy, even!"
I looked down at my crotch. I could only see the tip of my dick peeking out the top of her fuck tunnel when she happened to slide down on me a bit lower than usual. I considered myself to have good sexual stamina, but this beggared belief.
But then the truth hit me, and I said, "It's not me, it's you! All of you! You ARE dedicated to your craft, and it shows. I'm only lasting this long because you all are playing me like a fiddle. You know my moods so well. You know just when to pump me up, or when to calm me down. Look! Right now, I'm feeling such a steady stream of pleasure thanks to your busy, slippery tits that it's like one endless orgasm for me. But I'm still calm enough to think and talk fairly normally. Hell, at this rate, I could stay on the edge of orgasm, well, basically forever!"
Michelle really liked that. Her smile was so big that it seemed like her face widened by a couple of inches just to contain it. "Cool! ... So fuckin' cool! You have no idea how happy that makes me. Wouldn't it be awesome to really keep doing this, well, basically forever?"
As she was talking, she broke the titfuck. Her body drifted further down mine. I could see her mouth and my cock were going to make contact pretty soon. I didn't know if my hard-on could handle that much more intense pleasure, but she seemed to be the expert.
She continued, "We could take turns when we get tired, and literally spend the ENTIRE DAY serving your constantly hard cock! That's been such a dream of mine, and it's kind of really happening right now! Isn't that awesome?!" She squealed with delight.
"Yeah," I said. I was starting to get a bit too excited from all this. I was closer to orgasm, and my breath was more labored. Knowing what her talented tongue and lips could do, I figured her "ENTIRE DAY" dreams were bound to be shattered in a matter of minutes, if I could even hold out that long. After all this, I certainly would be wiped out for a while.
She waited until she was licking in corkscrew fashion around my cockhead before she spoke again. Even though her entire body was resting on my legs, she managed to make her ass sit up ridiculously high, just to present me with a perfect heart-shaped ass to look at beyond her head and hair.
Finally, she said, "Look at me! I love to suck cock as much as you love to be sucked. We all do. This is me, now and forever. With my lips and tongue on your cock, doing what I do best. Your cock slave! So if we all enjoy it so much, why can't we keep doing it a lot, every single day? Wouldn't it be fun to be just like this, with your naked, big-titted daughter slurping happily on your cock, a year from now? Or ten years from now?"
I didn't answer that, but just luxuriated in the talented work of her tongue and lips for the next couple of minutes and thought about what she was saying.
It was pretty hard to deny reality. It hadn't been that many days, but it already seemed like this was how it always had been. My brain had been adjusting, and I was getting to pretty much take it as a given that Michelle and my other cock slaves would have their noses buried in my pubic hair pretty much every day, whether I wanted them to or not. Why fight it? It just feels too good. And she makes a good point: if they love it as much as I do, then what's the problem? It's not like they're being pressured to do something they don't like.
She continued to alternate between licking and bobbing. She seemed tireless. But when the song "The Harder They Come" by Jimmy Cliff started, she said, "Ruby came up with some words for this one, you know."
"Oh really? Can you sing them?"
"I can't. That's Ruby's thing. My voice..." But the song's vocals were about to begin, and she had to make a snap decision in order to sing along with the record.
She sang:
"Well, you heard about that bat between his legs
But to lick it, drop to your knees and beg
From between your tits down to your juicy slit
Every orifice, Daddy's gonna hit
So as sure as the sun will shine
Every inch of you, Daddy says 'It's mine!'
And then the harder he cums, the harder we fall, cock slaves all
Oh, the harder he cums, the harder we fall, cocks slaves all"
She grinned shy, and mumbled, "I forget the rest."
I doubted that though, judging by how easily she remembered that much. It seemed much more likely she was impatient to get back to her cocksucking, which is exactly what she did. Her voice was good, but not great like Ruby's.
While she was still just licking her way around my cockhead and not yet bobbing, I asked, "How long ago did Ruby come up with those words?"
"I dunno. Year or two ago." She repositioned her mouth to take my cockhead all the way in.
But I said, "Wait! Isn't the phrase 'cock slave' a recent invention? That was something that came up spontaneously after Mindy mentioned the phrase 'pussy slave.' Right?"
Michelle didn't reply, but closed her eyes and redoubled her licking efforts.
"Uh-oh. Don't tell me that was staged too!"
She stopped her licking and looked up at me with concern. "It wasn't staged! Not at all! In truth, what happened was that Ruby and I started talking about ourselves as your slaves. A lot. Pussy slaves, tit slaves, cock slaves, slut slaves, daughter slaves, fuck slaves... We had all kinds of names. We liked 'em all equally, to be honest, just so long as the word 'slave' was included."
She flashed a wicked grin, and gave my cockhead a nice long lick to show how much she loved that idea. Then she continued, "Mom picked up on that vibe a little bit, even though we tried not to call ourselves that kind of thing very much around her. We were afraid she'd take it the wrong way. But it turns out we didn't have to worry, as she instinctively realized our desire for sexual slavery was the right and natural thing to do. Things developed naturally from there."
She went back to licking on and around my sweet spot as she kept talking. "In fact, you're the one who chose the phrase 'cock slave' over the others, if you remember. Which, by the way, I think was the BEST choice! I love to think of myself naked and on my knees, looking up at your powerful cock and worshipping it with my tongue!" She looked down at herself and giggled. "Kind of like I am right now, in fact. So it's all good."
After another long lick or two, another thought hit her. "As for that particular song, I honestly don't remember if it mentioned 'cock slave' originally or some other kind of slave, but naturally, those are the words I use singing it now."
Satisfied she'd put my concerns to rest, she went back to her happy licking.
However, I asked, "Are there any song lyrics you and Ruby have come up with that DON'T talk about having sex with me in the most obscene ways humanly possible? And do they all have some kind of slavery or submission theme?"
"Nope! And yep!" She giggled as she licked. And as if that wasn't stimulating enough, her hand was slowly sliding up and down my shaft now too.
I luxuriated in the erotic feelings tingling through my cock as I thought about what she had just said. Man, just when I think it can't get any weirder, it does! What's next? I wouldn't be surprised that at age eight she secretly got a PhD in genetics so she could make the research breakthroughs that allowed her to grow the world's most perfect pair of tits. I mean, seriously! This is too weird. How long were they thinking of themselves as my slaves? Shoot, I don't even want to know. It'll probably turn out Shelle started her plans to seduce me while she was still in Mindy's womb. Good grief!
But those song lyric alterations were well timed, because they helped sink into my thick head just how serious they are about all this. I don't know who's crazy, or who's the craziest in this family, but it's kind of a moot point by now. This cock slave stuff isn't going to go away. I'm beginning to understand their aggravation when I kept saying to them they were only going through a passing phase. But they couldn't say much about it, because they were scared they'd frighten me if they revealed the whole truth.
Holy crap! I just realized something: there are probably even MORE secrets they still have and are afraid to tell me for fear of scaring me off with their intense, slavish devotion! That, plus things they did to further their Plan that were immoral or just plain illegal. Stuff I probably DON'T want to ever know! Jesus H. Christ on a pogo stick!
Time passed while I thought about such things.
Shelle seemed to realize that I needed time to think, or maybe she just sensed my dick needed a break, because she simply sat still on me for a while.
But once she saw my focus come back to her, she repositioned herself, and took my hands and placed them on her well-oiled breasts. Then she began to move up and down over my very erect pole. With all the sliding up and down, she just about drove me out of my mind. My hands were kept very busy kneading her enormous breasts.
All the while, she kept whispering into my ear things like, "Daddy, don't you want to do this to me every day? Don't you just love feeling my ass rubbing the King and sending him into complete ecstasy?"
I was rapidly going out of my mind with lust that I didn't know up from down, although it was hard not to look at her ass and notice a hell of a lot of up and down going on. The only thing I was sure of was that her ass was riding my pole to the very heights of pleasure. It slid along the deep groove of her ass crack, but it was easy for me to close my eyes and imagine I was really fucking her ass.
Then, as my oversexed daughter continued to lick, she tilted her head up again so she could look up into my eyes at the same time. She asked me, "Well? Don't you want us to have fun like this forever and ever?"
I nodded, and smiled. I was really, really out of it by now. It was like I was drunk on lust. Actually, it was more like I was absolutely wasted. It wasn't a matter of needing to cum or not, so much as I'd surrendered to everything but enjoying the pleasure. I was feeling giddy.
She asked, "Soooo... What kind of cock slave would kiss or even have sex with another man? A bad one, that's what! A terrible one! A cock slave only knows absolute loyalty to her master, right? A big-titted daughter-slave should never even THINK about looking at another man! Right?"
I nodded. I was ready to agree to just about anything.
"Soooo... It's pretty silly to want Ruby or I to so much as touch any filthy boy, isn't it? I think it's best you finally drop that silly, silly idea that we have to date boys. We'd rather die! Wouldn't we, Ruby?"
Without my noticing, Ruby had appeared next to me. I looked to her, and wasn't too surprised to see her nude and horny.
She slid her equally oiled up body up mine until she had her face pretty much right over mine. "Yes! I literally would rather die! Daddy, the thought of anyone but YOU touching me makes me sick."
She purred right into my ear, "My body was built for YOU. I was born and bred for YOU. You feel these big tits of mine, all oiled up and sliding on your chest? They're just for YOU. Do you want a filthy boy to put his grubby hands on them?"
I shook my head no. I was thinking about her oiled up tits much more than her words.
"Of course not!" Ruby said emphatically. "That would be silly. After all, we're YOUR slaves exclusively! Daddy, when I say I'm your slave, you understand I'm not just saying that as a sexy thing, right? I hope you know I mean it down to the depths of my soul! All I can think about is how to serve you, how to serve your COCK!" She stuck her hand out, reaching out over me.
Michelle grabbed that hand, and then drew it down to her. I thought that was strange, until Michelle guided it to my crotch. (Ruby couldn't see it, because her face up next to mine and so it was mostly behind her). Once Michelle had Ruby's hand stroking me around the root of my shaft, Michelle went back to licking and bobbing around the top.
"That's better," Ruby said. "I honestly feel so much happier, knowing I'm touching the King. You see, as one of your cock slaves, I'm not truly happy unless I'm somehow giving you sexual pleasure. It's what I do now. It's my life! If I had to kiss some awful boy, I don't know what I'd do. I'd just die! I'd... I'd, go crazy!"
"Listen to her," Michelle said as she passionately licked my shaft. "We both would die. Can you imagine any worse punishment than having to cheat on the one you love? What if someone blackmailed you and forced you to cheat on Mom? Or forced her to cheat on you? Wouldn't that drive you to madness?"
"Yeah!" I said. In my current mindset, that seemed beyond terrible. (Never mind that I was 'cheating' on Mindy pretty much all day long with two of our daughters, her "breastest friend," and one more woman we'd picked up at a diner. That all seemed very different somehow.)
Michelle concluded, "So you agree we shouldn't have to do that stupid dating thing, right? If so, there's no reason why you shouldn't fuck my cunt, or Ruby's cunt, now and forever! Then we wouldn't have to wear these stupid panties."
Michelle stopped licking long enough to pull her panties off.
She handed them to Ruby, who brought them right to my face.
Michelle prodded, "Show 'em to him, Ruby! Show 'em how wet I get, just sucking Daddy's dick! I'm fuckin' soaked!"
It was true. Her panties were as soaked as can be in the crotch. I took a deep whiff or two. The smell of aroused pussy was intense and intoxicating. But most of all there was something uniquely... Michelle... about them. I don't know what made it unique, but I loved it.
Michelle continued, "So why not fuck all of us, in any hole you want, any time you want? We're your cock slaves! That's what we're here for! For you to fuck! For you to drive you hard cock in until you achieve total satisfaction! Don't you see? Don't you understand what I'm trying to say?"
Ruby added as she kissed all around my face, "So there'll be no more talk about this dating boys silliness, right? If you agree, just nod your head."
It all seemed so sensible. It seemed like I was the crazy one for ever suggesting that dating idea in the first place. I couldn't even really remember what the idea was for, exactly, except that it was silly and dumb. Why did I ever want them to do that? It didn't make any sense. I must have had some reason, but it didn't matter now. All that mattered was the endless waves of pleasure washing over me. All the mattered was the need to cum. Michelle was expertly tending my cock, keeping me as close to the edge of orgasm as one could get, pretty much indefinitely. Soon, I'd be able to spill my seed all over her, and we'd both drown in ecstasy! Who cared about anything else! This was heaven on Earth!
But still, there was a nagging in my brain that wouldn't go away, something that was telling me to watch out.
I tried desperately to think, but it was no good. Between Ruby sliding her big, oiled-up tits all over me and jacking me off, and Michelle's busy tongue and lips, I was utterly incapable of coherent thought.
But I had vague, stubborn, fractured ideas floating through my brain. I muttered, "No... no good... Love you! ... Love you both!"
Ruby said, passionately, "We love you too! So much! You're the only man we love, or will ever love! That's why you should nod your head. Nod your head just once, and this whole dating idea will be over."
I didn't nod. Instead, again, I mumbled, "Love you... Want... good future... normal... for you... normal... not slave... have... have babies... husband..."
Michelle pulled back from me and let out a truly agonized moan. She looked at Ruby and yelled, "ARRRGGH! He's sooooo stubborn!"
A part of me was struggling to be a good, responsible father, yes. True, I'd let my daughters become cock slaves, but I was trying to make up for that by holding on to some shred of hope they'd have normal futures. But another part of me just wanted to cum, and wanted it badly. I sensed that Michelle was so frustrated that she was going to talk a lot instead of licking me. So I decided to let go.
Just as Michelle was building up a head of steam to give me a piece of her mind, my cum rocketed out of the tip of my dick.
She froze for a second. Her eyes went wide.
Then, like a pouncing tiger, she shifted her head, moving so her face was directly in the line of fire for the onslaught of flying cum.
Our dispute about dating was temporarily forgotten as she basked and bathed in the cum that rapidly turned her face pearly white.
Ruby, unfortunately, was in a terrible position to get similarly nailed by the cum fountain. She did her best to get down next to Michelle, but she mostly missed the boat.
However, Michelle graciously aimed the last few ropes at Ruby's face, so it wouldn't be a total loss for her. Still, Michelle wound up with three or four times as much cum covering her.
Both of them were beaming with happiness, and for a minute or two the dating thing truly was forgotten by all of us as they licked up cum gobs and even fed them to each other. At one point, they actually smeared their cum-covered cheeks against each other, spreading the cum around even more, like it was manna from Heaven.. They were as happy as they could be.
Naturally, I was loving life too.
But I could see the exact moment Michelle remembered. Her smile vanished, and a profound sadness filled her eyes. It was strange to see her face both sad and liberally doused with my cum.
Ruby's frown followed a couple of seconds later.
The cum blast dampened their emotions. Had it not been for that, I'm sure Michelle in particular would have been fighting mad. I could imagine her yelling "I hate you, I hate you!" as she'd done so often during our disputes while she was growing up. But she was only resigned and sad now, which in a way seemed much worse somehow.
Tears came to both their eyes as they stood up together.
Michelle remorsefully said, "Daddy, you don't understand. You don't! I love you! So much! How could I ever kiss a boy? It's just not right!"
She dropped her head and dragged herself across the room and up the stairs. Because her head was bent down, the occasional drop of cum slid off her chin and fell to the floor.
Ruby gave me a look that was even more heartbreaking, although less cum-soaked. "Look at her, Daddy. You're breaking her heart. And you're breaking mine too, just as badly. Why? Why, Daddy, why?!"
She suddenly burst into tears as well. But unlike Michelle, who was slowly walking as if to her own funeral, Ruby bolted away from me and ran up the stairs past Michelle as fast as she could go, crying all the way.
Michelle was gasping with heavy sobs as I last saw her dragging herself and her cummy face up the stairs and out of sight.
Shit! I feel like a loser. I feel terrible. Why had I hurt them so badly? Why am I so damn insistent with this stupid idea?
As if I didn't feel bad enough, the post-orgasmic blues hit me, magnifying my woes.
In fact, I felt so bad that I found it hard to think at all. Everything was too painful. I decided, I can't think now; I'm not in my right mind. It wasn't fair of them to try to change my mind when they knew I was literally temporarily insane with lust. I have to clearly think this out, but later. Right now, I need a distraction. I can't breathe! Making them as sad as this is killing me!
I rushed up to my bedroom, zooming up the stairs almost as fast as Ruby had. I quickly changed shirts, and then put on my running shorts. Making sure I had my keys, I jogged out of the house and down the street.
I kept jogging and jogging, running to get away from the awful situation, and jogging to forget. But I was crying. And I couldn't stop crying. I jogged or walked for miles and miles, and I kept on crying.
I could only imagine all the terrible wailing and moaning and sobbing that was going on in Michelle's room. I didn't know where Sue Ellen and Cindy had gone to, but I hoped they were in that room too, trying to give Ruby and Michelle some comfort and support.
NOTE: Thanks to the suggestions and corrections of IBT, gmbusman, Yellow Peril, ric, Johnny Galt, and Wayac, and the reformatting of Sam.I.am.
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Tuesday, 4 October 2016
Release Day Launch: The Time Traveler's Christmas by Ami Jarecki
Today we have the release day launch for The Time Traveler’s Christmas by Amy Jarecki! Check out the excerpt Amy is sharing, enter her giveaway and grab you're copy today!
timetravelerscmas-manface-lighterA man’s life can fall apart in an instant…
Never underestimate a woman’s determination…
And never bet against the potency of passion…
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The Time Traveler’s Christmas
Rise of a Legend
In the Kingdom’s Name
Crouched in a defensive stance, Lachlan Wallace’s mind refused to focus. Sweat streamed from his brow, drained into his eyes and blurred his vision. His breathing rushed through his ears like an angry river. Everything around him moved in slow motion. He rubbed his forearm across his face and his white sleeve came back with a swath of blood.
But nothing hurt, except Lachlan’s heart.
Shifting his gaze to the time clock—five seconds left—the red numbers frozen in place while the judges consulted with each other to confirm the three points given to the American for his last kick. Maybe that’s what caused the bleeding. Lachlan didn’t care.
He switched his sights to the scoreboard. Tied, UK nine, US nine. The American contender across the mat stared with the hunger of a rabid dog. Still, Lachlan could take him. He just needed a moment to focus.
Damn. Out of the starting gates, he’d suffered a vicious kick to the gut, but that wasn’t the reason for a ton of lead sinking to his toes.
Just hang in there. I have to prove her wrong about something.
The referee sliced his hand downward—the signal to engage. Lachlan’s legs moved like four hundred pound weights hung from his thighs. The American approached, growing blurrier by each fraction of a second. Holding his defensive stance, Lachlan shifted for a countermove as his opponent slightly raised his hind foot to his toes.
A kick.
Anticipating the move, years of training took over and Lachlan spun to the right, aiming a left roundhouse kick to the American’s head. A millisecond off, the man ducked and rolled away from what could have been the kick to end the fight. Lachlan should have continued with the attack, pinning the man to the mat and issuing a three-point punch to the face, but Angela’s voice rang in his head.
“I’ve filed for divorce. John and I moved your things to Container Village on Falkirk Road. You’ll be hearing from my solicitor. You’re such a loser. Don’t try to call. I’ve blocked your phone.”
The rush of Lachlan’s breathing deafened his ears.
Who the fuck is John?
The unanswered question burst into a million stars as the American’s heel collided with Lachlan’s temple.
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The Ancient Code, Part 1: The Turtle God
Across cultures and traditions, turtle and/or tortoise appears in various forms with great powers and miraculous stories. But being a relentless thinker in the concept of ancient aliens, do they have a different story to be foretold and interpreted? Today I start a new series in my blog, "The Ancient Code", where I shall try to put forward my interpretation of the ancient culture and myths. Myths that might have some other interpretation, awaiting to be unraveled through the veil of time immemorial.
Part 1: The Turtle God. Since childhood, I have been listening to the Indian mythological stories of which the "Samudra Manthan" was one of the classical example of and me the first ever tug of war known to have taken place in the immortal platform placed between heaven and hell; the Earth. In this story, the good and the evil tried their best to get the amrit after churning the ocean using the Mandara resting on the back of Kurma, the mythological turtle, avatar of Lor…
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Wednesday, 14 September 2016
Shhh...I'm Reaching Middle Age
I have officially turned middle aged.
I know this because:
1) I turn down the volume on the adverts
2) I say things like 'What have we seen him in before?'
3) When Steve Wright is singing along to songs on Radio 2 it drives me mad, and so...
4) ...I am even listening to Radio 3 and Classic FM occasionally
5) I would rather shop online than bump into actual people anywhere
I mean, that's an abridged list. I could go on forever. An interest in gardening, the constant fight once out of bed in the morning not to get back in it again...
All this has made me notice that as we get older, we tend to shun lots of sensory input, unless we are in the mood for it. Remember when you were a teenager and the music couldn't get loud enough, and you'd hear 'Turn that down!' echoing up the stairs every evening? The buzz of hundreds of people bustling through town, or on the dancefloor, was a joyful experience? It seemed that my brain was craving input, input, input back then. Never enough noise!
These days, I have to be in the mood for noise. It's something I build up to, rather than surround myself with. It's given me a bit of an insight into sensory processing difficulties, because sensory processing is only really something we become aware of if it's faulty, or if it's changing.
When Bobby says that the noise of a classroom makes him feel like he is lost in a crowd, I kind of understand that overwhelming sensation. I have one of those brains that can't focus when there's a radio on in the background. I need complete calm to concentrate.
When I used to work in Public Relations, we had an open plan office, with desks separated only by fairly flimsy dividers. I would stare furiously at the press release I was trying to write whilst a colleague was laughing to a client at the desk opposite. It would drive me NUTS. I am perfectly suited to work from home, because I can get ten times more done.
When I suggested to Bobby that his brain was like an old dial up modem rather than Broadband, that got clogged with input very easily (that's something that Phoebe Caldwell quoted in one of her talks), he liked the idea but prefers to call it 'Weak Wi Fi connection'. Too much info? Try to open too many documents at once? Word is not responding! So frustrating, yet understandable.
Peace, quiet and space to process, that's all some of us need, just people with autism might need it more than others.
ps Funnily enough though, Bobby is able to play his Ipad and watch TV at the same time...when it comes to technology, the juggle seems so much simpler. But maybe that's because what he's juggling is visual, and processed a darn sight easier than sound.
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Rumored Buzz on सोने से पहले यह जरुर सुने
Change your mind to change your entire world. Your unconscious mind could make a big change inside your working day-to-day pleasure. If you commenced your working day in a bad mood, there is a excellent prospect your day went downhill pretty quickly. That is since your mind's unconscious believed patterns afflicted how you interacted with the entire world, and also the way you processed data and situations all-around you.
Generate the desired impression in the mind and imagine how your lifetime will almost certainly glimpse when it comes about; visualize the final result AFTER you satisfy your wish.
Superior Affect Functions – each and every Occasionally something comes about that absolutely pierces the bubble of our subconscious mind and generates a powerful window for holistic alter. These events can come in the shape of apparent disaster (a vital sickness, lack of a beloved 1, major unexpected emergency) or perhaps a blessing (the birth a brand new child, meeting a soul mate), plus the impression of those moments are so profound that they get in touch with forth a completely radical departure from our typical plans and means of getting.
With regards to building a alter from the subconscious mind degree, it's essential to make a decision what precisely you want to strengthen.
A day-to-day meditation apply can change your life, while you turn into conscious of this internal world, learn your mind and reprogram your dominant views.
This book had been sitting on my shelf for rather a while right before I picked it up. It absolutely was initially proposed to me by my friend, Amos Bracewell in 2012.
“Ideal powering your forehead is the pre-frontal cortex – the centre of consciousness. Your identification versus any individual else’s id.
This could be subconscious limiting beliefs like, “Dollars could make me shed my loved ones time”, or it could be a habits sample for instance a not enough perseverance and setting up new projects over and over once again.
If anything at all, your entire reserve sheds light on how little awareness and believed we give to our subconscious minds, and what superb instruments They're in encouraging us obtain ends that we want to see within our lives.
‘S” means “specific” which implies that goals you established should be very very clear. Don’t Select imprecise description, but define each and every minor aspects about your purpose.
two. Ahead of going to mattress, make reference to your subconscious mind with a certain ask for and soon you will note its miraculous power in action.
Your mindful, or rational and reasoning mind does that. The subconscious accepts everything. That’s why website it’s crucial that you choose to filter what's embedded in it.
Whilst Murphy does speak about presenting beneficial ideas and pictures to our subconscious minds, he is also swift to warning us that we are able to’t drive issues.
Though all of us want modify in the world, the very first thing that should improve is “us.” Meditation bridges that hole incredibly, upgrading our minds and reprogramming our thoughts to easily manifest whatsoever end aim we drive — with abundance, wellness, and pleasure just the beginning.
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How to Look Cool
What is your impression when you see someone who is calm and full of confidence? Then, compare that person to someone else who looks anxious and groggy.
Usually, most people respect and adore someone who owns the first attributes. In short, a cool person tends to be adored by everybody.
According to several studies, our physiological conditions have significant effect on our emotional conditions. As an example, when you smile, you become happier and calmer.
On the other hand, when you frown, you will make your emotional conditions worse than before.
Therefore, here are some suggestions that might help you to look cool in the eyes of the people:
1. Smile
Everyone smiles in the same language. If you smile at someone, they might smile back. In relation to the importance of smile, it should be the first requirement whenever you want to look cool in front of everyone.
Smiling also has another positive effect. According to several studies, smiles help you to be more relaxed, calm and happy. Smiling also says that you are a nice person.
2. Breath control
Control your breath. There is no need to rush. By learning how to control your breathing, you will find that your levels of confidence and calmness increase gradually. Taking a deep breath also helps to calm your nerves.
Therefore, it is important for you to maintain a constant and simple breath control level so that you get enough oxygen for your brain to think clearly and logically.
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Mar 20, 2018
Another Libertarian show talking about drugs... Except this one is different! It's time to have a real conversation about drugs. Drugs are bad. Heroine destroys lives. The opioid crisis is real. Trump and his administration's plan is horrible. Here's why.
In a speech, President Trump talked about being tough of drug dealers and drug traffickers. In fact, he called for the death penalty. Now, whatever your feelings are about drugs or this black market business, calling for the death penalty doesn't solve this problem. What is this? 1400 England? Do we have a king shouting, "OFF WITH YOUR HEAD?"
The fact remains, prohibition doesn't work. It never has and it never will. Building walls, locking people up, and instituting a death penalty, will not curb the issue that we see. History proves that prohibition didn't work with alcohol, and the last 50 years proves that the drug war hasn't worked either.
What do we do about the violence, drug overdoses, and the $340 billion dollar black market of illicit drugs? Believe it or not, legalize them! Just because something is legal doesn't mean you have to do it. Plus, don't you own yourself? Can you decide what goes into your body, or does the government get to decide that?
Join the conversation!
This week's Whiskey of the Week is Russell's Reserve Single Barrel. A delectable, spicy, sipping whiskey.
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An anti-pattern that shows up from time to time here is the old “our IDE’s build output is mapped to a network drive on the web server”, but “Drummer” shows us a novel new variation on that theme.
It all started when a co-worker asked them, “how do I change the compiler version?” The code was built using Ant, so “Drummer” opened the build file and searched through it for a javac element- the Ant command which runs the Java compiler.
They didn’t find anything, but after a more manual search, they found this:
<target name="create_xxx_jar" depends="get_svn_info">
<jar destfile="dist/${xxx.jarfile}" manifest="" >
<fileset dir="bin"/>
<fileset file=".classpath"/>
<fileset file=".project"/>
<fileset file=""/>
This bit of scripting code creates the output jar file containing all the compiled classes. Note that it does this by pulling them straight out of the bin folder. How do they get into the bin folder? Because Eclipse was configured to compile on every save. Note, the script doesn’t check that there’s anything in the bin folder. It doesn’t check that the compile was successful. It doesn’t wait for a build to complete. By default, those are debug builds.
And this output jar is exactly what gets shipped to the customer. You’ll be shocked to learn that there’s no automated testing or CI here.
That is their deployment process. Hit save. Run Ant. Scoop up the jar and ship it.
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Rapper Wiz Khalifa is already enjoying fatherhood after his son, Sebastian "The Bash" Taylor Thomas, entered the world just mere hours ago.
Amber Rose posted a picture on Instagram showing her boo having a father-son moment with his newborn baby. In the photo, we see the Taylor Gang leader, looking snazzy in a pink hoodie decorated in roses, cradling Sebastian in his arms -- he's completely covered in a blanket. "Best daddy ever…. Up with the baby so Muva can go back to sleep," wrote Rose.
The new mother appears to be doing well after giving birth to "the Bash" on Thursday (Feb. 21). Initially, Rose was supposed to do an at-home water birth, but it looks like there was a change of plans and she chose to deliver the baby in a hospital.
Wiz and Rose's celebrity friends also sent congratulating messages to the proud parents via Twitter (as spotted by Rap-Up).
"Welcome 2 fatherhood @mistercap!!! Congrats 2 u n @muvarosebud on ur new son -- he got the same Cday as @cbroadus!!! Bless up," Snoop Dogg tweeted, referring to his own son Cordell's birthday.
We here at TheDrop.fm also would like to send our congratulatory wishes to Wiz and Amber on their new bundle of joy.
Watch Wiz Khalifa's 'It's Nothin' Video Feat. Wiz Khalifa
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'Honey Boo Boo' Stars Display Most Outrageous Behavior Yet (VIDEO)
hone boo booSince the second season of Here Comes Honey Boo Boo ended several months ago, we diehard fans have been going through a bit of redneck withdrawal. What have they been up to? Has Honey Boo Boo given up pageants? Is the family -- with its now big bank account -- any less down home than we remember? After watching a video clip of the clan on the Steve Harvey show, the answer to that last question is clear!
There is chatter about Pumpkin's surprisingly scandalous love life and Chickadee breaks a deadly wind that starts a farting domino effect. Things get so crazy that even Sugar Bear is embarrassed.
There's no question that Steve Harvey has seen a lot in his day -- but meeting this family was an experience like no other. Gotta love his face. That's pretty much the same look we had when we were first introduced to the family on Toddlers and Tiaras so many years ago. We just couldn't believe our eyes or ears.
Though it's nice to see that they are still the same sweet, un-pretentious, down-to-earth group they have always been.
Which Honey Boo Boo family member is your favorite?
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Friday, November 28, 2008
Happy Thanksgiving!
Amylisa said...
So glad to hear about your Christmas special, that's great news! We don't have cable, so I will have to see if I can get it on DVD. That's something I'll want to keep anyway I am sure. :-)
This morning in the car I was listening to your Early Works album. Your song "The Sacrifice" just broke my heart. I have heard it before of course, but it's been awhile. It was quite foggy around here this morning and as I was out and out weeping, listening to this song, all of a sudden I reached the crest of a hill and all was clear and bright, even the sun was shining. Kind of like what He did for our souls isn't it. Oh if only we could find words for what He works in our hearts sometimes!
I hope you might start performing this song again if you aren't already. It is a treasure.
Merry Christmas to you and your loved ones. God bless you always, praying for you.
The Art of Knowing Me said...
So when is the special being aired??
Anonymous said...
Preach on ---about saying Merry Christmas I too get a little miffed when people say Happy holidays. What holiday is it? Christmas. I'm aboard the campaign to sweetly change the current catch phrase back to the original.
I'm so happy that your concert calender is filling up like it looked before.Your voice and song choices are truly beautiful.I'm waiting for my current season to change back to normal. As it is changing back slowly,every baby step is dance of joy.
Anonymous said...
Hi Wayne,
Don't know if you read these or not but do you remember when you sang in Indiana for Compassion Pregnancy Center? Remember the guy that prayed with you after the concert (Dwight)? I just wanted to let you know that he is now with the Lord. He arrived in eternity on February 20th suddenly and very unexpectedly! We are rejoicing at his glory but are so very sad without him here. Just wanted you to know that he continued praying for you :) Blessings, Mari
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My Pain & Gain by Anthony Esolen
My Pain & Gain
Anthony Esolen on the Blessings of a Bum Leg
My two friends, colleagues at the school where I teach, leaned over me as I lay on the floor, my left leg propped up on the radiator. They placed their hands on the leg, while the priest said the prayers and gave me the chrism of the sick—what used to be called Extreme Unction, but which can be requested by any Catholic in the straits of sickness, as I was. For I had not walked in over three months.
What happened to me that spring and summer is still a mystery to me, as is, I suppose, the leg I bear about with me, to which I am attached with something like the bones and ligaments of grudging affection. It is almost always in some pain or discomfort, always swollen. Apparently there are too few valves in the veins of the leg, so that blood and lymph tend to pool up in the foot and calf, which turn purple almost as soon as I stand up. I have had, therefore, to wear a compression garment of 45 pounds of pressure per square inch every day since I was a teenager, just to keep the leg from terrible pain, and to ward off the severe lymph infections I fall prey to once every year or so.
Pain & Protection
But the leg has been more to me than a source of pain and disease. It has, I must admit, been a protection, too. Other young people may have fooled themselves into believing they would never die; not me. I bore about with me a constant reminder of mortality and weakness. For when you are minding your business, feeling fine, chatting with friends, and then suddenly feel a chill, and a soreness in the lymph nodes of the groin, and know, with deep disappointment, that in an hour your fever will top 103 degrees, you become acutely aware of the transience of life, the poignant passing away of all that is beautiful in this marvelous creation.
More than that, the leg was an utterly unmerited protection against sin. I hope I am not boasting here, but I was a tanned and broad-shouldered Italian kid, with glossy black hair and a square jaw. I could have—but usually didn’t. The leg was, and is, so preposterous, so much of an explanation needing to be made, that I shied away from girls, and especially from beaches and swimming pools—despite the fact that the only time the leg feels normal when I am standing is when it is immersed in the blessedly heavy pressure of four or five feet of water.
Once, in college, I went four years without a date. Too shy for it, too keenly aware of something wrong, yet also, strangely enough, aware of the twistedness and the shame of sin, even when the bodies enveloping one another are such as to grace the covers of magazines.
Debilitation & Diagnosis
So there I was, finally married, by the grace of God, and lying on the floor. Something strange had happened to me months before. As near as I can figure, it began at the wake of a student of mine, who had either fallen or leapt to his death from a tall beech tree on campus; the notes he left us in the days before were full of his hopes for the summer and yet were phrased with unsettling ambiguity. Hundreds of students came to the wake, and so I and a few members of our campus men’s group stood outside in the parking lot, in bitter cold, for three hours, waiting to be admitted into the funeral parlor. From that terrible day on, the leg began to hurt for no apparent reason.
This was not psychological pain. It turned bright red whenever it was dependent, and swelled up, and over the course of several weeks became excruciating. The only relief I got was when it was elevated, so I learned to crawl about the house, crablike, leg in the air, even to make my way upstairs in our old Victorian house. Using the bathroom was, shall we say, a gymnastic adventure. My arms grew strong from the unusual exercise, while the legs grew thin and weak, and the painful one worsened.
After an utterly pointless and painful operation to repair a fistula—that is, an unnatural connection between a vein and an artery in my left foot—the doctors in Rhode Island gave up on me. Their only recommendations were to manage the pain, which seemed impossible, or to amputate. So I made an appointment with a supplier of prosthetics and met a very nice and cheerful double-amputee, who got around with great aplomb and told me that I would learn how to do that, too. My greatest worry, after all, had been that I would lose my job as a professor and not be able to support my family.
We sought a second opinion out of state. I was told that I had something called Reflex Sympathetic Dystrophy, which meant that one of my autonomic nerves was incorrectly signaling the capillaries in my leg to swell up with blood, exactly as if they were fighting off a massive infection. They would schedule a sympathectomy, major surgery involving the removal of the offending nerve, from the spine to the foot. That, I was told, stood a decent chance of success, though the corrupt signal could find another route eventually to do the same thing.
In the meantime, they tried one or two brief neural blocks, numbing me from the waist down, to see what might happen. Those blocks would buy me twelve hours of normality—one time I even went outside and mowed the lawn—but they were followed by the same old swelling and the same pain.
Prayer & Its Aftermath
And that is where matters stood when the priest with the healing ministry, and my devout friends, came to my home to lay hands upon me and pray. It is strange, but I remember those months of incapacity with some considerable fondness now. I prayed a lot, but mainly in a self-forgetful way; I prayed the rosary, assigning each separate prayer for the benefit of the students who had come to clean up my lawn, of the friends who drove me to the hospital, of the ladies who helped my wife by preparing meals, of people who called to chat on the phone, and of the members of my family, especially my sister the doctor, always a source of excellent advice. I say it with shame, but I doubt if my prayer has been as generous since, and in that sense my debility was a great gift.
So my friends left, and I was still stranded on the floor, when it occurred to me that the pain had not proceeded above my knee, as I had been afraid it would. In other words, if I could contrive a way to keep the lower leg elevated, I might be able to hobble about—and even meet my classes in September, before the scheduled operation. So I conceived the idea of tightly binding my leg backwards with a scarf, so that, if you looked at me front-on, you would think I had been amputated from the knee down. Meanwhile, I took out a pair of crutches lent to me by a friend, to see if I could make my way around the block—to be upright, and to see with what pain I would pay for it afterwards.
It was exhausting; I had grown weak in the lungs from the months of inaction. I had to stop once or twice to lie down. But when I finally returned home and unbound the scarf, I found to my surprise that the leg felt no worse. In fact, it felt marginally—maybe two percent—cooler and better. So I tried the experiment again the next day, and the day after that, till finally my palms were a mass of open blisters from leaning on the crutches. But every day the pain was a little less. Two weeks later, taking the crutches along, I drove my family to a little vacation on Cape Cod. When we returned, I put the crutches away for good.
When I wrote to the surgeon to tell him what had happened, he wrote back a simple sentence or two. “We’ll cancel the operation,” he said. “I don’t believe in poking a skunk.”
A Sign of Grace
Was I miraculously healed? I since have gotten on a Reflex Sympathetic Dystrophy mailing list, and from what I can gather, people suffer with this malady for years and years, sometimes all their lives. I have also learned that, paradoxically, lack of use makes the syndrome worse; but it is not clear to me how that applies to my healing, since I did not use the calf and foot again until the pain had begun to disappear. It seems that if something as simple as my scarf expedient were known to help, somebody somewhere would be suggesting it, but I haven’t seen it.
Now, you might think that after an event like this, my life would have been changed forever. But that would be to underestimate the human penchant for forgetfulness and ingratitude. Yet I look back upon those months now with a kind of wistful nostalgia. It was then—and not now, when I am racing about, writing articles here and delivering speeches there—that I was most at peace, because I was most grateful for the good things that people were doing for me. And that brings me to a theological point of some difficulty.
We are told that in the resurrection of the body, all deformities will have vanished; the glorified human form will be perfect. But, may God forgive me, I am still attached to this leg of mine, and though I want it healed, I want it also to be itself, and not something indistinguishable from the other leg. If it is perfectly itself, maybe then it will be an everlasting sign of weakness and humility, sort of like a martyr’s bloody badge of honor, only not so grand and impressive as that.
For I find it hard to think of it as an evil, when it has spared me so much evil and been the source of so much good. Why I write this now, after eight years have passed, I am not sure, except that many of my readers may know of something comparable in their own lives, some surprising instance of the grace of God coming to us in the most unexpected ways. I pray only now that I may run—if with a noticeable hitch—the race to the finish.
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Sunday, May 17, 2015
Ten years ago today.
Today marks the 10th anniversary of my stroke. On May 17, 2005 I was in Orlando Florida. I have just unload a truck of storm doors and windows. When I got finished, I had a message from my from my dispatcher. To hold up on my return trip back to Nashville. So I took a nap in my truck. And when I got up I had no use of my right side. So that begin the journey that I have been on the last 10 years. I agree we all have had a hard time in our life. There's not many of us who have lost it all. And unfortunately I have. At the age of 46 years found myself having to start life all over again. With nothing but the clothes had I and in $1000 in cash. This after spending my life savings on my ex-wife. You see she was in a bad car wreck a few years earlier. And was left disable. So we spent everything we had saved up to that time for her medical care. Thinking at the time that once we went to court we would be able to recoup all of our losses. But for reasons I won't go into here the court decided to dismiss our lawsuit and left me holding the bag. A six figure bag. So we live paycheck to paycheck for the next few years. That is until my stroke. After three days in the hospital I was sent home to begin physical therapy. I was very blessed by God. Because after a few painful weeks of working with a physical therapist. I had made enough of a recovery that I was able to continue my physical therapy on my own at home. But unfortunately but that time I had already lost my home. And was living in a one bedroom apartment. My recovery has been slow to say the least. Yes I've made a lot of progress in certain areas of my life. I now actually own my own home. That's something I've thought that I would never have again. I got to go play in the World Series of poker Seniors championship back in 2013. Then there's a thing that I don't talk about. Today I still suffer from the effects of my stroke. I have a lot of short term memory loss. That makes it very difficult for me and my working life. Then there's the pain on my right side. Simple things like holding a glass or or a fork are still difficult for me to do. My hand writing is horrible and difficult to read. Unfortunately it's it seems as I get older. The pain becomes more intense. So that's my story and I'm sticking to it. Every day I try to give thanks to God for all that he's done for me over the last few years. And for the wonderful family he is brought into my life starting back in 2006. I have the MOST BEAUTIFUL LADY in the world. Who I can call my best friend. And her parents or as I call them, my step mom and dad. With out the help of Trisha and Mr. and Mrs. Pena I would never be where I am today. So Thank You to my family. And I look forward to the day that when my journey will finally end and I'll find the all the things that I've lost . Thanks again for taking the time to read this blog. God bless you and yours.
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Index of /Applications/Early_C_Compilers
Icon Name Last modified Size Description
[PARENTDIR] Parent Directory - [ ] fixed_prestructc.tar.gz 2000-01-12 23:59 21K [ ] last1120c-bits.gz 2000-01-10 21:09 77K [ ] last1120c.tar.gz 2000-01-10 21:14 76K [ ] prestructc-bits.gz 2000-01-10 21:09 14K [ ] prestructc.tar.gz 2000-01-10 21:14 13K [TXT] primevalC.html 1999-07-29 05:40 7.8K
Dennis Ritchie has placed some of the earliest surviving C compilers up on
his web page at The web page primevalC.html
describes the history and features of both compilers.
The two -bits files are the original V2 tap archives. There are matching
.tar.gz files with file timestamps preserved. If you want to use these
compilers, then the binaries and a suitable emulator are available via
anonymous ftp at in the directory pub/PDP-11/Sims/Apout.
The prestructc compiler can be compiled using the above binaries with a few
source code changes. The changed source is in fixed_prestructc.tar.gz,
which also includes a context diff file showing the changes made to it.
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SSFT gives Tasker users access to Android Settings information but does not enable the changing of Android settings.SSFT does nothing on its own. It is an optional companion to Tasker. If you try to execute this app when Tasker is not installed or enabled, you will see an error message. You must enable Tasker's Allow External Access setting located on the Misc tab. Fix the issue, re-start this app, and enable this app via its menu to proceed.
Most of what is described below is case-sensitive. Be exactly correct in what you are entering.
There are three, broad sets of Setting data and SSFT searches for information in the following order:
System Secure Global (Android 4.2+)
Please understand that you must use a setting's constant string value with SSFT. For example, the System setting known as BLUETOOTH_ON has a constant string bluetooth_on and this is the name to use with SSFT.
So let's get started. As a simple test case to get started, we will use the bluetooth_on setting since it is readily available on most devices.
On the SSFT main page, choose Add from the menu. Enter bluetooth_on for name and my_bluetooth_on for nickname. Press OK. The resulting entry in the list means that SSFT will monitor for changes to the data for the setting bluetooth_on and will notify Tasker when its value changes.
Assuming the bluetooth radio is turned ON when you performed the Add, SSFT will store a value of 1 for bluetooth_on. 1 means the bluetooth radio is on. 0 means the bluetooth radio is off.
So if you now turn bluetooth off, the setting bluetooth_on changes to 0 and SSFT sends an intent message to Tasker. You need a Tasker profile that receives the intent. The action for the Intent Received must be com.whitedavidp.systemsettingsfortasker.SETTING_UPDATE. With this, Tasker can take note of the changed setting.
When SSFT sends an intent, it includes two pieces of extra data: nick_name and current_value. In this case, the value for nick_name is my_bluetooth_on and current_value is the setting's value when the intent was sent (in this case either 1 or 0). When processing the Intent Received, Tasker will automatically make this extra data available to your task steps as local variables %nick_name and %current_value respectively.
Now associate the new Tasker profile with a task. To make this easy, we will just make Tasker show an alert whenever a SSFT intent is received. Add a step to the task (Alert->Popup). In the popup task's Title put %nick_name. In the Text put %current_value. Once saved, Tasker should display a popup showing my_bluetooth_on as the title and either a 0 or a 1 in the detail text depending upon the current state of the the bluetooth radio.
If you configure SSFT to monitor additional settings by adding them to the main page, you will get a popup displayed whenever any one of the monitored settings changes. Try extending the list by adding wifi_on. Android uses this setting to track the state of the wifi radio. When off, the value will be 0. When on, the value will be non-zero. Follow the same pattern as above for bluetooth_on but change the nickname to my_wifi_on. Once complete, you will see a popup every time either the bluetooth or wifi radios change their state.
Obviously, this simple test case is of little value to anyone. But it demonstrates the basics. You can use the SSFT intent messages (and the values they contain) within Tasker in any matter you choose. But this all happens inside of Tasker, not in SSFT. So most of this up to you based on your needs.
For more details, see the help page in the app. Please use the email link on this page or the app's About box for questions. Do not use reviews for this as they are too limited.
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Automatic update service missing
Just had an issue when I noticed that Windows Automatic updates service was missing in Service Console. The service registry was also missing:
One of solution known to is to reinstall the component from its configuration file. The command used:
Hope it helps!
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Glucovance is a combination of 2 drugs that attack high blood sugar levels in several ways.
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4 Exercises to Reduce Hanging Arm Fat Without Gym Equipment
When it comes to getting in shape for summer, a lot of focus gets placed on abs and getting a ripped six pack. While a flat stomach can certainly do a load of good for your look and your confidence though, it is only one small piece of a much larger puzzle. If you have flabby arms for instance, then this is going to completely ruin that bikini-body and undermine all the rest of your hard work.
So how do you get them toned and taut?
The Basics of Flabby Arms
If your arms are looking flabby, then you need to understand what’s at play here. Essentially, flabby arms are the result of excess fat collecting around the upper arm and of a low muscle tone. Burning fat is one way to fix this then but note that you can’t ‘target’ fat loss.
In other words, you can’t determine the order that the fat will fall off meaning that you don’t get to pick and choose where you get slimmer first. What you can target though is muscle toning and here, the precise muscles you use will determine the areas that get firmer.
The best strategy for less flabby arms then is to keep doing ‘general’ cardio work while also doing some specific exercises to strengthen the muscle – and particularly the triceps (the part right underneath.
The Exercises
Wall Push-Ups
Push-ups are an excellent exercise for strengthening both your pecs and your triceps and can even help with your shoulders. Unfortunately a lot of people can’t quite manage push-ups and push-ups on the knees are uncomfortable.A quick and easy alternative then is to do push-ups against a wall.
Simply lean against the wall with your hands and then lower yourself towards it and push away with steady control.
Floor Dips
The floor dip is another great exercise that is essentially a variation on another movement. Chair dips are dips that you perform with your hands on a chair behind you. Floor dips meanwhile move the chair and instead have you sitting on the floor resting on your hands behind you with your legs bent.
You’ll be raising your buttocks off the floor and then bending your arms to lower yourself backwards. Then push up again and repeat.
Half Circle Rotations
These train the shoulders and also tone the rest of the arm by forcing you to keep it straight. Just hold your arms out to your sides so they are completely straight and then draw little circles in a clockwise and counter clockwise direction. Repeat until it starts to burn, then take a rest and then go again!
Table Top Rows
Rows work the lats but they also strengthen the biceps. To perform them without weights, hold onto a steady table top with both hands and have your legs bent. Now bend your legs more to lean back, before using your arms to pull yourself back in towards the table. And repeat.
If you don’t have a table top then you can perform a similar exercise by wrapping a towel around something stable and holding onto that.
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Okay, that’s two. Where are the other two exercises of the four? I’d love to see them, too!
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Pati vashikaran black magic mantra
Pati vashikaran black magic mantra | Marriage Problem
Love Guru world famous astrologer no1 astrologer
Pati vashikaran black magic mantra The emotion of jealousy and hatred give rise to the act of black magic mantra for love popularly known as black magic. This is accomplished through the use of supernatural powers and magic. It is performed in order to get over with person’s evil and selfish purpose. The black magic is often performing to kill a person or punishing the person that is equivalent to death. Black magic came into existence with the act of revenge. Black Magic Mantra common use is prohibited and is used in case of destroying the enemy in its severe case. It is often regarded as the ultimate weapon for destroying of enemy. Black Magic mantra is used or performed in the assistance of the skilled person. The mantra is used as a self protection against powerful enemy who is often difficult to be defeated in general. The death caused by black magic mantra often known as the capital punishment that is awarded to enemy. There are many solutions to act upon black magic mantra. One of such practice that is highly associated with Black Magic Mantra is tradition of vashikaran. It is the practice that came up from the European Practitioners. Voodoo has its own sense that could make it distinct from black and white magic. Black magic spell can be varied on the basis of religion. It means it can take multiple forms on different range of black magic performed on religion. Black magic practices and rituals can take up the following form. It lead control over the person through his name. All the emotions and the behaviour of the one could be controlled. It is performed to attain the live beyond natural span of birth. Necromancy: It is performed with the motive of raising the dead body. Curses and Hexes is involves the act of taking revenge from the other in race of revenge.
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Sunday, April 4, 2010
.Happy Resurrection .
Thank you Lord for dying on the cross for me. For my selfish ways, for my selfish acts, for things that I've done yet you've never dared. You died so that I may live.
But yet, You Rose.
I recognize that all that I am, all that I will be is because of YOU. Your love is great. Thank you Lord for all you've done for me. I definitely didn't deserve a love like you.
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July 31, 2015
Eighteenth Sunday in Ordinary Time / Msgr. Owen F. Campion
The Sunday Readings
Msgr. Owen CampionThe Book of Exodus provides us with the first reading in this weekend’s Liturgy of the Word.
As the name implies, this book of the Bible traces the path of the Hebrews as they fled Egypt, under the leadership of Moses, and proceeded across the desolate Sinai Peninsula on their way to the land God had promised them.
A trip across Sinai today on a paved highway and in a modern vehicle is no delight. The land in general is unoccupied, arid and unappealing. When the Hebrews crossed this territory, the circumstances were even more forbidding. Of course, they were traveling on foot. They were exposed to the heat of the day and the chill of the night. The peninsula offered little by way of food or drink. They had no compass to guide them, no path to follow.
Nevertheless, Moses urged them onward. He constantly reminded them that God had prepared a place for them, a “land flowing with milk and honey” (Ex 3:8).
Following Moses at times seemed to the Hebrews to mean that they were wandering farther and farther away from civilization and from security. Deeper and deeper they marched into land that was unknown and inhospitable.
So they grumbled. This reading from Exodus captures some of their complaints. They were hungry.
Moses challenged them even more to trust in God. And they miraculously discovered one morning that the ground was covered with a substance that indeed they could eat. They called it “manna.” Without this food, they would have starved.
Modern scholars do not know exactly what was this substance suddenly found on the ground. Some scholars have suggested that it was the secretion of insects. Indeed, other scholars note that a species of insects migrates to the south from Europe, and that indeed these insects secrete a substance suggestive of the ancient manna.
In any case, the vital point for the Hebrews was that this substance arrived precisely when they needed food, and precisely after they had prayed for food. God provided for them. God works through nature and, at times, more directly through his own actions. The fact that the manna may have a natural origin in no way diminishes the fact of the miracle.
For the second reading, the Church offers a passage from St. Paul’s Epistle to the Ephesians. Paul calls upon the Christians of Ephesus to recognize Jesus, the Lord, as the source of all wisdom. He is the source of all goodness.
St. John’s Gospel offers the last reading. As was the case with the Hebrews in the story from Exodus, the contemporaries of Jesus looked for signs and wanted salvation on their own terms.
In this reading, the Lord presents salvation as God’s gift. Jesus bears this salvation. Indeed, the Lord bears the bread of life to a people otherwise vulnerable to spiritual starvation.
Then Jesus makes a startling statement. “I am the bread of life,” the Lord declares (Jn 6:35).
The Church in these readings reminds us once more that we are human. First, we are vulnerable to death. We can die physically if we are deprived of material food long enough. We also may die spiritually if we are left to ourselves and without God.
Part of our human limitation is our exaggerated trust in ourselves, and our ignorance of the genuine dangers before us.
These readings do not remind us in a gloomy way of our plight. Instead, they recall with excitement and hope the fact that again and again God is with us and has answered our needs.
God’s greatest and most perfect answer is in Jesus. He is the complete revelation of God. If we live as Jesus lived, we will be near God.
Most importantly, Jesus is the “bread of life” (Jn 6:35). If we worthily consume this bread in the Eucharist, Jesus is part of us. He lives in us. We live in Jesus. †
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Why Stem Cells From Twine Blood Instead Of Bone Marrow?
When it arrives to cord blood banking cost, it’s the initial year that dissuades most that do not pursue it. This is simply because the preliminary price is nearly ten times much more than the years that follow.
But after blood is donated and prior to it is transfused, it passes through much more hands and undergoes much more procedures than most of us realize. Like gold, blood evokes greed. It might be offered at a profit and then resold at a larger profit. Some individuals battle more than the legal rights to collect blood, they sell it at exorbitant prices, they make fortunes from it, and they even smuggle it from one country to an additional. The globe more than, promoting blood is large business.
Doctors have currently found uses for stem cells. They are becoming utilized to battle a number of illnesses such as cancers discovered in kids. The achievement price for these remedies is quite higher. There are now several grownup illnesses that are becoming tackled, such as cancers this kind of as leukemia with some achievement. The healthcare neighborhood is hopeful of fixing problems this kind of as diabetic issues and spinal cord damage using stem cells.
For couples who want to freeze their baby’s stem cells “just in situation”, the answer is: store about. For couples whose child, and/or instant family members member is currently battling cancer or a blood condition, the answer is: take a tax deduction. The IRS allows cord cord blood uses charges to be deducted as a medical expense, supplied the banking is needed to deal with a specific healthcare condition.
Moreover, finding a match does not assure the achievement of an umbilical twine blood transplant. This is because our human body is programmed to reject anything it finds “foreign,” even if that factor arrives as your lifesaver.
Public cord blood banking institutions are also being established, frequently through significant community hospitals. The twine blood saved in these banking institutions is accessible on a requirements foundation to suitable patients. A small amount is also made available to scientists who trialing numerous therapy applications.
ABG stands for Arterial Blood Gasoline. The over exams are done on venous blood. A separate attract is required for arterial blood, where a specifically trained nurse, respiratory therapist, or lab tech will go into an artery to attract blood. This is a specialized attract which exams for the pH of the arterial blood, and the oxygen and carbon dioxide levels. Normal arterial blood pH is seven.38 to 7.forty two. A high pH may show a hyperventilator.
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Work out data volumes by source type
| metadata type=sourcetypes
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| stats avg(size) as average_event_size by sourcetype index
| stats values(totalCount) as total_events values(average_event_size) as average_event_size by sourcetype
| addinfo
| eval period_days=(info_max_time-info_min_time)/(24*60*60)
| eval totalMB_per_day=floor(total_events*average_event_size/period_days/1024/1024)
| table sourcetype totalMB_per_day
Efficiently calculate how much data is being indexed per day by source type. Very useful for calculating enterprise security data volumes
Requires 6.3.x or later for the event sampling feature
Combines results from | metadata for counts and then multiplies this by the average event size. Automatically accounts for time ranges. You will need to modify the sample rate to be suitable for your data volume. The metadata search turns out to be very approximate and counts the values associate with buckets, if you have buckets which are open for a very long time it will take the value for the entire period of the bucket, not the period of your search time range. Consider using tstats if this is an issue in your environment.
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Export a Chart or Tablebox via VBScript
As sometimes it makes sense to export data with a loop using VBScript. This little toolset should do the job for you:
Be aware that you need some helpers:
and finally you can export the object like this:
Take care that you’ve added the variables for the path in you enviroment variables or in your load script:
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The everyday cycles of upsizing and downsizing
The everyday cycles of upsizing and downsizing
The Vicious Cycles of Upsizing and Downsizing
Have you ever wondered why the upsizing and downsizing of businesses and governments make such a huge impact on the various aspects of society? Due to all of the recent media coverage of businesses and government upsizing and downsizing, I have given quite a bit of thought to this lately. I have come to the startling realisation that businesses and governments are mere extensions of all the private individuals that make up society. And that as extensions, businesses and governments are simply extending the natural cycles of upsizing and downsizing that is inherent in all living creatures to the business and political realms.
What is even more startling is the realisation that most humans are not aware they are participating in the cycles of upsizing and downsizing on a daily basis. Nor are most people aware that they are making a significant impact on society via their participation in these somewhat vicious cycles. Yet, it is the daily upsizing and downsizing decisions made by individual consumers and citizens that eventually lead to the upsizing and downsizing of businesses and governments.
What is upsizing and downsizing?
In order to understand how humans have an inherent tendency to upsize and downsize, you first have to know what those terms mean. According to the Oxford dictionary, the term “upsize” means to increase the size, extent or complexity of something or to undergo an increase in size, extent or complexity. The Oxford dictionary defines “downsize” as making something smaller or to make a company smaller by shedding staff. However, we all know that downsizing a business means much more than just shedding staff. A company downsize entails a complete reorganisation of that company and its entire business operations. Nevertheless, since all humans make decisions whether to increase or decrease the size, extent or complexity of something, then all humans are involved with upsizing and downsizing to some degree.
An Average Person’s Cycle
Most of the upsizing and downsizing decisions humans make start out as subconscious choices. They are made as instinctive reactions meant to satisfy physical, emotional or mental needs, without much actual thought given to the options. For instance, a newborn baby may upsize the amount of food intake when it is hungry. The same baby may choose to increase his or her sleep while decreasing the amount of food intake when the child is not as hungry.
As the child grows up, he or she starts making more conscious, more complex upsizing and downsizing decisions. The individual chooses which foods and drinks to upsize and downsize, based on personal preferences, health condition, cost, and the extent of hunger and thirst. As the child passes through various stages of life, he or she also starts making upsizing and downsizing decisions more frequently.
The cycle becomes a natural part of life, as the individual applies this principle to every aspect of their lifestyle. The person may choose to increase of decrease the amount spent on clothing, transportation, food, shelter, education, healthcare, and/or entertainment. The person’s choices of employment are also affected by decisions to upsize or downsize his or her income and other benefits. For instance, the person may choose to increase his or her income by upsizing the amount of pay for employment. Or perhaps, he or she decides to decrease the income by retiring or changing jobs. The individual continues the cycle with every purchase, every lifestyle change, and as every need and desire is sated or a new one arises.
How the Upsizing and Downsizing Cycle Becomes Vicious
When properly planned, upsizing and downsizing may have numerous benefits, whether it is an individual, family, business or government entity performing the upsize or downsize. However, if the upsizing or downsizing is forced upon a person, business or government, then it can have severe negative effects. Unfortunately, most of the downsizing of businesses and governments are forced occurrences. And once one part of the linked chain of consumer, business and government is forced to take any drastic action, then the rest are forced to react to the changed set of circumstances too. So the cycle may start out with a group of consumers changing their preferred diet. This lessened demand for the food they were eating makes the producers of foods for the old diet have to downsize, possibly making it impossible for the business to stay afloat. In the meantime, the increased demand may make another business upsize at a time when it was not prepared to do so. The company may go into a huge amount of debt, which forces it to lose its ability to stay competitive. Both companies may end up having to raise the prices of their products, passing the cost on to the consumers. The additional cost of the products makes the consumers and other businesses that rely on those products to have to find ways of reducing their spending or else increase their own income. Those who are not able to do either may end up going bankrupt, which in turn sets off another chain reaction.
How to Break the Vicious Cycle
Success or Failure
Success or Failure
Now that the vicious cycle has caused such a huge downturn of the global economy, the only way to right it is for everyone to pull together. Consumers, businesses and government entities must remember that they are all links in one chain and do have an effect on each other. Consumers must be willing to spend money in order for businesses to exist. Businesses and governments need to exist in order to provide employment, products and services to the consumers, thus providing consumers the money to spend.
If the negative impacts are going to be turned into positive ones, then someone has to stop the chain reactions by making some planned upsizing and downsizing decisions that will benefit the consumer, the business and the government. For instance, a company that has to downsize could lessen the negative impact on the local community and government by outsourcing some work to other local businesses. Consumers can also help lessen the negative effects by making a more conscious effort to help support the local businesses. Consumers, businesses and governments can form networks that help each other out. These networks can work together to adequately plan out any upsizing or downsizing so no one is forced into making an upsize or downsize at the wrong time. And most importantly, larger companies can network with smaller companies to help each other upsize and downsize in a way that does not create a huge amount of unemployment among the consumers.
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CEU Event: Building Empathy- How to Teach Children to Interact Safely with Dogs
When: Ongoing
Where: Online
CPDT-KSA Knowledge: 1.00 CBCC-KSA Knowledge: 0.00
CPDT-KSA Skills: 0.00 CBCC-KSA Skills: 0.00
Because the rate of dog bite injuries to children is somewhat higher than to adults, the actual risk often becomes exaggerated in peoples’ minds. This presentation will examine what is known about the risk of injury from dog bites and the kinds of interactions between dogs and children thought to be common to bite incidents. Ways to frame messages about safe interactions with dogs to emphasize empathy building rather than fear will be presented. This includes situations that are likely to make dogs feel the need to defend themselves and the “please don’t make me bite you,” signals that can result. Webinar Objectives Understand the actual risk of dog bite injuries to children Be able to explain non-threatening behavior toward dogs in a way that builds empathy in children
Sponsor:Pet Professional Guild
Speaker(s):**Janis Bradley
Contact: Rebekah King
Email: [email protected]
Phone: 413-648-7246
Web: http://petprofessionalguild.com/event-2105866
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Though originally owned by a private family, Angel was sent to a California trainer while still an infant. He trained her to perform in advertisements, television shows, and personal appearances. When Angel was nine, the trainer was sued by the Animal Legal Defense Fund. In the settlement, he agreed to turn her over to the Center for Great Apes, where her mother, Daisy, had been sent a few years earlier by another Hollywood trainer.
When Angel arrived at the Center, she was over 200 pounds—very heavy for a nine-year-old chimpanzee! Now, thanks to her healthy diet and exercise, she has trimmed down to a normal size. After being reunited with her birth mother, Daisy, Angel was introduced to other chimpanzees at the sanctuary, all of whom she plays with happily. At times she has lived with Daisy, Mowgli, Natsu, Brooks, Roger, Mickey, Chipper, and Grub. Today, Angel lives in a group with Jonah, Jacob, Maggie, Bella and Ellie, and, occasionally, Stryker.
• Angel was born May 5, 1997
• Angel prefers to sleep outside at night, so she usually makes nests with her blankets in the aerial trails. On the nights that it storms or is very cold, she gathers up her bedding and carries it into her nighthouse bedroom.
• Her occasional penchant for playing with "girly" things—including hats, scarves, bandanas, bracelets, and barrettes—seems to be a remnant of her days in the Hollywood entertainment business.
Make a Difference! Adopt me.
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Questions we hear on a regular basis!
Why is tummy time so important?
Tummy time provides a sensation of security and comfort to babies. They can feel the surface and they get feedback into their sensory system. It is also a position that provides muscle activity in the pectoral muscles and the abdominals, strengthening these muscles groups that are important for rolling, creeping on hands and knees and sitting up. Providing "tummy time" also prevents the flattening of the back of the head that many babies get from lying on their backs for long periods of time. In a recent study published in Pediatric Physical Therapy it was found that a minimum of 90 minutes per day of tummy time prevented delay in milestone acquisition! Having a number provides a "reality check" about the amount of necessary tummy time every day!
Start early and your baby will learn to love lying on their tummy!!!
Does walking around barefoot help the development of a baby's feet?
Not really... Not wearing shoes and walking barefoot for the development of the foot is pretty much an urban legend. A very small percentage of the human population has the perfect muscle tone and perfect biomechanics necessary for full-time barefoot development! Most of us need some support and alignment to allow good muscle activity to develop and to protect the integrity of the ligaments in the foot. There are many soft and flexible shoes out there with good support at the heel and the arch that provide the necessary support for the foot as it develops. This is especially important if your baby has low muscle tone or high muscle tone. The correct alignment of the bones in the foot encourages optimal muscle activity and development.
What is Sensory Integrative Dysfunction/Disorder(also referred to as Sensory Processing Disorder)?
Sensory processing is the ability to take in stimuli from the environment and make sense of the world and our bodies. How we interpret and react to these sensations affects our ability to participate in functional tasks and routines. We receive sensory information from a number of systems– vision, hearing, smell, taste, tactile (information from stimulating skin), vestibular (movements that cause a change in head position), and proprioceptive (information from muscles, tendons, and joints). Some children, without a medical condition necessarily affecting their Central Nervous System, have difficulty understanding this information from their bodies and environment and respond in unusual ways. Of particular interest with Sensory Integrative Dysfunction is the child’s response to tactile, vestibular, and proprioceptive information. Problems interpreting this sensory information can manifest itself with difficulty in coordinated movements and/or being over- or under- responsive to the input. For more information, check out http://www.sensory-processing-disorder.com/.
Why does my child cry a lot? Why does my child have trouble with transitions? Why does my child not want touch certain items? Why is my child fearful playground equipment? Why does my child get sick from riding in the car? Why does my child not seem to notice sensations in his/her environment?
If any of these behaviors sounds like your child, he/she may have trouble modulating sensory information in his/her environment. Sensory modulation is how a child reacts to and applies an emotional meaning to sensory information. Your child may be able to appropriately detect the various sensory inputs surrounding him/her, but does not respond to it in an ideal manner. Your child may present with some or all of the following behaviors: He/she may have an aversion to various tactile mediums He/she may be fearful of movements that go backwards in space or require his/her feet off the ground He/she may become dizzy or sick following vestibular activities like playing on a swing or riding in a car He/she may have delayed response or not seem to notice input at all Your occupational therapist can help your child to have a more appropriate and adaptive response to sensory input in order to participate in daily activities more successfully.
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May 252011
You can tell a lot about a band from their Facebook or Myspace page. For example, this band Pris, which has just tried its hand at covering The Clash, refers to itself as “hormonal gutter power pop band” and has put, among others, the following endorsements in their info section:
“Chlamydia catchy”
“Blondie with an attitude problem and cockney accents”
“I have now come to the conclusion that your music is utter garbage”
“The musical equivalent of being punched in the face repeatedly”
Pris does everything a good cover should do on “Janie Jones,” but its hands-down biggest achievement is in nailing the punk rock snarl. You can hear it in the vocals: the singer’s jumping around stage like a wild chimp on a pogo stick; she’s swinging the mike stand like there’s an invisible piñata hanging just above the stage; and most importantly, every time you see her face, you’re reminded that she really hates you. Not since Johnny Rotten circa 1977 have adoring punk fans been treated to such malice. And that’s a compliment. Listen to it below.
Pris – Janie Jones (The Clash cover)
You can (and should) check Pris out at their Facebook page, or listen to more of their stuff on their Soundcloud.
One Response to “Let Them Know: Pris Nails the Clash’s “Janie Jones””
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1. blimey they’re good!
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Monday, November 14, 2011
Just the List, Ma'am
Give thanks to the LORD, for He is good;
His faithful love endures forever.
Psalm 107:1, HCSB
Today I return thanks to Him for these tokens of His affection:
~ability to support a friend at a celebration of her cancer journey
~nothing suspicious found at my annual skin cancer screening
~Allen rearranging bookshelves for a roomier feel in my office/workshop/physical therapy center
~good news that my sister's family is coming to my town for Thanksgiving
~a pot of gift mums from 2007 is flourishing in the garden and in full bloom just now
~birthday roses from 2010 blushing happily in the cooler weather and autumn rain
~ups and downs of strength and pain teaching me to abide in the true vine
~another friend recovering well from major surgery
~good conversation
~God's patience and grace with me
~praying for friends
~no bee population crisis in our garden
~monarchs decreasing but still splendid
This one's for you, Amy. :)
~honeycomb words
~Ebony's gentle complacency with the neighborhood children's eager attention (not the case with our previous dogs)
~peppers and tomatoes which missed the memo that it's November
(still counting gifts, #2168-2183)
1. Thanking Him, too, on your behalf...
(And for your presence in my life.)
2. You are such a blessing to me. It's nice to be missed :). Perhaps your feed is fine, it's just that I haven't written for a week. Too much of the busy last week. So nice to step back in and visit with sweet friends again.
3. Loved reading each of your gratitude items. Glad the tomatoes and peppers missed the November memo:) Adore the white flowers. And you! Thank you for sharing beauty and truth here, clinging always to the true vine.
4. Thank you for dropping by, Laura. I hope the busy was all good things. Grace and peace to you in Jesus!
5. Thank you, Amy. Lifting you up in prayer today!
P.S. Regarding your panda post, I forgot to say how delightful the image of you and the magical birthday party was. I appreciate it all the more since my January parties were iced out more than once. :)
6. And a lovely list it is, indeed, Ma'am. It blessed me. Thank you. Continued prayers for you. (BTW You must live south of me. It's been a warm November here, but not that much! Beautiful stuff, still in your garden.)
7. Thank you, Sylvia, for your comment and especially your prayers. (We are in the Dallas-Fort Worth area of Texas. It's been 80 degrees or near it for several days now! The crepe myrtles have red leaves and blooms all together.) You are in my prayers as well.
8. I love that your peppers and tomatoes missed the November memo ....mine have finally succumbed! Also the blooming mum ...what a gift bloom again ...and again!
9. Yes, the mum was a blessed gift. That's why I spent my grandmother's birthday gift on rosebushes later on. I suppose another thanksgiving is my sweet husband putting them all in the ground and caring for them. Thank you for your visit and blessing me. Grace to you in Jesus!
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Why Superhot Chiles Are So Damned Hot
DaveCapsaicin, Chile Peppers, Food Technology, SuperhotLeave a Comment
Scorpion Superhot Chiles
A new discovery by scientists at New Mexico State University reveals precisely why superhot chiles like the Trinidad Scorpions above are so hot, and why they all developed on the island of Trinidad in the western Caribbean. It all has to to with the Capsaicinoid vesicles on the inner pod wall when they’re only supposed to be on the placental tissue where the seeds are:
Capsaicinoid Vesicles
Read the complete story of “Development of Superhot Chiles in Trinidad and Tobago” here.
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This was an interactive spot that required lots of very specific boards to lay out the transitions from location to location and characters to characters. The boards, as is the story, not linear but instead follow several possible narrative paths.
I walked through the location with Jordan Fish several times over a few days to block out the action. The shots look exactly like the boards!
Production Company: M ss ng P eces. Directors: Patrick Sherman, Jordan Fish.
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DRI Scientists Conduct Climate Change Research in Maldives
Dr. Eric Wilcox and graduate student Nic Beres research pollution’s effects on clouds in the island nation most threatened by climate change.
DRI scientists conduct climate change research in MaldivesClick image to enlarge.Researchers from the Desert Research Institute worked with unmanned aerial vehicles (UAV) on the lowest elevation country on Earth to see how pollution affects the formation of clouds, which could be threatening the country’s future.
DRI researcher Eric Wilcox, Ph.D. and graduate student Nic Beres helped with the Cloud Aerosol Radiative Forcing Dynamics Experiment (CARDEX) in the Republic of the Maldives. The project was led by Veerabhadran Ramanathan, Ph.D. from the Scripps Institute of Oceanography in San Diego to calculate the impact of smoke and pollution on clouds. The experiments consisted of three UAV, which measured three separate components of the project: pollution particles and effects of pollution and clouds on sunlight, the structure of the clouds, and the dynamics of the clouds and the lowest layer of the atmosphere.
“CARDEX is uniquely designed to measure both the response of cloud droplets and the response of cloud dynamics to pollution in the atmosphere,” Wilcox said.
CARDEX will analyze what the absorption of sunlight by soot particles can mean for climate change and global warming. Soot absorption warms the atmosphere. However, clouds formed with pollution in the environment are made up of a higher concentration of droplets than clouds formed in clean areas. This is because the particles act as surface area for water to condense to form cloud droplets. Clouds with smaller, more densely packed droplets reflect light from the sun back out to space more effectively than clouds of the same size forming in a clean environment, said Wilcox. This process of pollution causing clouds to be brighter has a cooling effect on the climate.
The pollution affecting this area is carried over the Indian Ocean by the trade winds and winter monsoon from India, which is roughly 250 miles northeast of the Maldives. The Maldives is the lowest country in the world, with an average natural elevation of 1.5 meters. Climate change and the rising of ocean levels threaten the Maldives with decreased land space and a potential to be completely covered by water in the future, making research on global warming a priority for the country.
In addition to the potential to understand more factors regarding climate change, this was an opportunity for DRI faculty and students to be involved in projects that span the globe and work with scientists from various prestigious institutions. Besides the two who worked in the Maldives, Hans Moosmüller from DRI and Pat Arnott from the University of Nevada, Reno developed and patented one of the instruments used.
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1) Script Title: Jasons JS Calender
2) Script URL (on DD): http://dynamicdrive.com/dynamicindex7/jasoncalendar.htm
3) Describe problem:
I have a datecalendar in a form, and now I need to place a check box right next to it, so when the user checks it, the actual date appears in the datecalendar.
Anybody knows how to do it? Thank you very much...
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Charly of House Musonda – First of his Kind
The day Charly Musonda shed a tear. There was an air of inevitability in Chelsea’s League cup opener against Forest last night. The Champions looked the part and completed a routine victory against a team, that had narrowly escaped relegation to League One in May. Antonio Conte, opted for Antonio Rudiger, Andreas
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CISU on Mars (15 years before InSight)
Millions of TV viewers in front of the TV screens and on the Internet on November 26, 2018 to watch InSight space probe landing on planet Mars.
As usual, conspirators claimed that it was a NASA staging, that not only we never arrived on either Mars or the Moon, but even that the red planet is inhabited, with cities, seas and forests.
cisu-vt-su-marteOnly a few, however, knew that, without much clamor, the Italian Center for UFO Studies has already landed on Mars fifteen years ago, with an expedition started in 2003.
The initiative was by CISU Viterbo Section, which decided to join a NASA offer to include your name on a microchip meant to travel in space and land on that planet within the Rover module.
In June and July 2003, the Mars Exploration Rover mission launched two twin expeditions with Spirit and Opportunity rovers on board, both arrived onto the Martian ground in January 2004. From that moment on, CISU Viterbo Section has formally set foot on the planet from which, starting from 1893, millions of people all over the world have expected (and someone still expects) to see the Martians arrive on Earth.
In the meantime, the Italian Center for UFO Studies has been and remains the first (and only) Italian UFO organization to have landed on Mars 😉
In the top photo: the Opportunity rover.
At the center: NASA certification that “CISU sez. Viterbo” was included among the names of people and associations joining the “Send Your Name to Mars” initiative.
Below: Viterbo section of CISU (from left: Mauro Garberoli, Angelo Ferlicca, Andrea Bovo) at work.
UFOs above Parma: a new catalog
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The 1978 Wave Becomes History – 33rd CISU conference in Bologna
Pre-UFOs over Italy: 3,400 Apparitions in Past Centuries
preufocat-2018PreUfoCat is the catalog of unusual aerial phenomena over the Italian peninsula all along the centuries before 1900, coordinated by Pietro Torre. Its third edition has just been published by Upiar Publications under the title “Strange Lights in Italian History”.
torrepietroThe first edition (November 2011) presented about a thousand case histories in 260 large-format pages. The second edition (exactly three years later) had doubled the total of cases collected and reported in full, with bibliographic sources and illustrations, coming to 684 pages for a limited edition (for collectors only) on paper, while the catalogue went out in a digital DVD edition (with a 12-page introductory paper booklet).
This third edition, arriving almost four years after the second, has risen to over 3,400 case histories, so that the 1,010 paper pages have been broken into two volumes for the limited edition (once again for collectors only, in full color), paralleling the DVD edition.
Both versions (as well as previous editions) can be purchased as usual from the Upiar Store website.
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In the central picture: Pietro Torre presenting PreUfoCat first edition at the 26th CISU conference (Turin, 2011)
Below: comparing the three editions of PreUfoCat.
Two UFO books by Nico Sgarlato
The aeronautical journalist Nico Sgarlato succeeded in a odd record: two UFO books by him were published within just over a month, the first ones in an already long career as a writer on technical issues.
At the end of September, Delta Publishing announced the release of a volume titled “UFO Fighters” (80 pages, hardcover), which consists of a collection of articles he Sgarlato wrote about UFO cases hisotires having pilots in flight as witnesses , especially in the magazine “Aerei” (Airplanes) . Among these are Kenneth Arnold, Thomas Mantell, George Gorman, Frederick Valentich and Giancarlo Cecconi (Italy) testimonies, Washington, Lakenheath, Teheran, Belgium aerial encounters etc., each with a wide range of illustrations and references to the aerotechnical aspects.
In early November, the book entitled “Roswell, New Mexico” (and subtitled “Flying disks, airplanes and secret military projects: stories and facts”, 93 pages + xvi of pictures) has been published by UPIAR Publications about the famous story of a flying saucer crashed in southwestern USA, in those very early days when the “flying saucers” saga began. Here, too, author’s attention is mostly centered on aeronautical and military history, with an eye to the role played by intelligence in this and in some other historical cases (Mantell, Kinross, Fu-Go Ballooons, Kecksburg).
Nico Sgarlato (born in 1944 in Albenga,sgarlatonico where he has always lived) is mostly known as editor or editor-in-chief of several specialized periodicals (eg. Aviation & Navy, Airplanes, Aerospace-month, Airplanes in History, Aeronautics & Defense), but only a few people know he also has a ufologist curriculum dating back to his younger years and the collaboration with “Clypeus” magazine (1967). Since 1990 he’s been a full member of the Italian Center for UFO Studies (CISU), writing articles in its journal “UFO”.
1978 UFO invasion on show in Alessandria
For information: tel.+39.0131.400.30, e-mail,
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by Gian Paolo Grassino
raffaelevolpiUndersecretary of Defense Raffaele Volpi read the following text:
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Italian Air Force Now Admits: Military Planes Flew above Corio
by Gian Paolo Grassino
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In the photos from top to down:
– a night flying Tornado (source: N.S.M.).
A UFO landed on the Dolomites?
In the pictures from above to below:
A book by GEIPAN Chairman, Xavier Passot
Xavier Passot‘s book has now been published, about his five years direction of GEIPAN (Groupe d’études et d’information sur les phénomènes aérospatiaux non identifiés), the UFO sightings collection and analysis office within French “Center National d’Etudes Spatiales” (CNES), the only non-military government UFO office active for over 40 years all over the world.
We have often written about GEIPAN, and Mr. Passot himself was a guest and speaker at CISU national conference in Torino, in October 2017, where he presented us his experience in such unique position as an “official ufologist”.
The book is titled “J’ai vu un OVNI: Perceptions et réalités” (“I saw a UFO: Perceptions and Realities”, Cherche Midi Pub., 142 pages), with a foreword by sociologist Pierre Lagrange.
It is not the first book written by a former GEIPAN director: he was preceded by Jean-Jacques Velasco (“Ovnis: La science avance”, 1993; “Ovnis: L’évidence”, 2004 ) and Jacques Patenet (in the collective book “Phénomènes aérospatiaux non identifiés, un défi à la Science”, 2007). In fact each director of the GEPAN (later renamed SEPRA, finally GEIPAN) has given his own mark to that office, and it is therefore interesting to know each one’s perception “from within”.
Following on the footprints of his predecessor Jacques Patenet, Passot’s years marked the phase of GEIPAN’s maximum openness both to the public (with the gradual publication of its whole archive of UFO reports) and to private ufologists (at least to those of scientific orientation), culminating with the Paris congress CAIPAN (Collecte et l’Analyze des Informations sur les Phénomènes Aérospatiaux Non-identifiés) in July 2014.
The book is not addressed to ufologists but to a general public, it is written in simple language, with a pedagogical intent, and is divided into three parts.
The first section (“GEIPAN Files”) reports a dozen significant case histories investigated, also reporting the conclusions where it was possible to reach one.
In the second part (“Investigation Complements”) the author delves into the complexity of UFO investigation, by quickly reviewing conceptual components of the problem: what is (and can be seen) in the sky, the weight of cultural factors, the role of the witness at the heart of the investigation, the concept of evidence and the role of photographs, the role of the investigator.
The third section (“The UFO Challenge”) examines the most widespread interpretative hypotheses, the interaction with the tools of science, the relationship with the mass media, the aspects related to defense, the role of beliefs.
The book ends with a chapter of conclusions, a critical analysis of the “COMETA Report” and an annotated essential bibliography.
If Passot’s purpose was to resume his five years in chair of GEIPAN and report his personal experience in the UFO world, even if brief his text makes an effective synthesis of the UFO problem and of its study today.
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A Taste of Blood and Roses Preview
Posted By Flames On August 7, 2010 @ 8:45 am In Features,Fiction,Previews | 1 Comment
A TASTE OF BLOOD AND ROSES [1] is a collection of horror short stories that spans two decades of work by Bram Stoker Award winning author David Niall Wilson [2]. From the streets of Jerusalem to the historical life of Vlad Tepes, follow this prolific author through eleven tales of vampirism, lycanthropy, and darkness. There’s a bit of dark humor, a touch of the erotic, and a little something for everyone who loves creatures of the night. Also…these vampires are guaranteed not to sparkle.
The author, David Niall Wilson, adds:
Flames Rising is pleased to present the short story A Candle in the Sun from the A TASTE OF BLOOD AND ROSES [3] anthology by David Niall Wilson for you to read here on FlamesRising.com.
A Candle in the Sun
by David Niall Wilson
[3]Lucifer watched with deep interest, and some concern, the arrival of The Christ upon the Earth. Well aware that he could not prevent it, and unwilling to forego the amusement, in any case, he set about sowing the seeds of jealousy, fear, and distrust that would later lead to the crucifixion. Once satisfied, he waited for the child to grow. A small mountain of dead children grew on Christ’s birthday, sacrificed by those who feared the birth of a king.
Men are often given to strange excesses in the solving, or prevention, of problems. I saw it as a shame; Lucifer saw the destruction not at all. His eyes were turned Heavenward in search of a glimpse of the anger he knew his actions would spark. I walked the Earth in his shadow, watching. In the Christ, he saw another part of his enemy, another work to corrupt. I saw beauty, a piece of something forever lost to me. Lucifer saw none of that; his hate had become too great. I saw him as he was, and I loved him. The Christ was very beautiful.
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{From the Book of the Gospel, According to Judas Iscariot}
Judas 1:1
1 And it came to pass that Jesus went alone into the desert to be tempted of the devil.
5 Then the tempter led him to the highest point of the temple.
‘He will command his angels concerning you,
And they will lift you up in their hands,
So that you will not strike your foot against stone.'”
11 The devil laughed and gestured, raising from the sands a temptress.
13 “You are Son of man, does she not please you?”
15 And the temptress fell to her knees, forsaking the devil and his darkness.
16 In an awful rage, Lucifer laid upon her a curse, bringing a great thirst which could be sated only by the lifeblood of man, and saying, “Feast you upon the fruits of his labor, for I say unto you, you shall be his undoing.”
16 Then the devil left them, and angels came and attended Jesus.
17 Fleeing into the desert, the temptress wept.
I hid for many days among the burning sands, and the thirst grew, grasping at my thoughts and twisting them beyond my control. I heard echoing laughter in the pits below, but had no concentration to spare it. As the sun dipped a final time, on the eighth day, I came to the fringes of the city of Galilee. At that time, the horror of what had befallen me was not clear in my mind. I slipped through the shadows of the city as a silent mist, searching for that which could end the thirst, hungering for freedom to follow him who had promised me hope.
Isabella, late in returning to her home from that of her sister, Jessamine, stopped at the sound of footsteps in the night. No direction lay in the sound. It seemed to echo from every shadow. When her steps ceased, the others ceased as well. Her heart sped nervously, and she called out to the night. “Who is there?” Straining to hear an answer, she heard the whispering rustle of silk, nothing more. More loudly, she called out again, “Please, who is it? May I pass in peace?”
A figure melted from what had seemed only mist, moving slowly and silently forward. It was a woman. Isabella’s shoulders loosened somewhat. As the woman approached, Isabella caught sight of her eyes, tormented, anguished eyes, lost. Catching her breath, she reached out, wanting somehow to help.
“Who are you, lady, and what is wrong?” She asked, stepping forward. “May I help? I…”
The eyes were horrible in their pain. She felt drawn to them by more than compassion, unable to pull her gaze from their depths. Far, far too late, she forced her eyes down, down to where trembling lips parted, lips of deepest, darkest red, framing teeth that gleamed and sparkled with captured moonlight.
She struggled against the control o the eyes, against her fear. Her lips formed words, screams, any sound to negate the horror. They left her only a whisper, caught in the night breeze and borne away. The teeth were long, curved and sharp, inhuman. They drew nearer now with shocking speed. The morning dew misted on the chill, pale skin of Isabella’s motionless form. She lay, awaiting the morning sun, broken and lifeless. There were twin punctures in the softness of her throat, and a ghastly contortion of absolute fear masked the innocent beauty of her face. There was no blood, but the shadows had lifted.
Judas 10:20
20 As he spoke, a ruler came to him and knelt before him, saying “My daughter has died.
21 Come and lay your hand upon her, and she shall live.”
22 Jesus rose and followed him as did his disciples.
23 As he walked, a woman who had bled for twelve years reached out to touch his cloak.
24 She said to herself, “If only I touch his cloak, then I shall be healed.”
25 Turning, Jesus saw her and said, “Take heart, daughter, for your faith has healed you.”
26 And the woman was whole from that moment on.
27 When Jesus entered the ruler’s house and saw the musicians and the noisy crowd, he moved them aside.
28 Seeing that no color remained to the girl’s cheeks, and seeing also the marks upon her throat, he said, “Go away, for the girl is not dead, but only sleeping.”
29 They laughed at him.
30 After they had been put outside, Jesus closed the door behind himself, barring it from within.
After touching the girl’s throat, which was still and without pulse, Jesus felt a tug at his heart. A shadow passed the window, and he raised his eyes, now wet with tears, to meet those that faced him. Weeping also, the temptress only watched to see if he would smite her, removing the hunger, ending the pain.
“Why?” He asked simply, brushing the soft strands of the girl’s hair with tender fingers.
“You heard the curse, Lord,” she responded, unable to hide the bitterness in her words. “Lucifer saw in my heart that I would die for you. He took steps to insure that I could not. Each night the hunger grows. I am too weak to fight it. I seek only to follow you.”
Feeling the sincerity in her words, Jesus heaved a sigh of deepest resignation, feeling suddenly the great weight thrust upon his shoulders.
“She may walk again,” he said, simply, and the girl’s eyes fluttered and opened. She did not smile; her expression was one of need–of desperation.
“Her lifeblood is now a part of me,” the temptress spoke, each word catching at her heart. “She will hunger as I. You know this is true, why do you raise her to such torment?”
“I am the way, the truth, and the light,” he said, slowly turning to the door. “Even in her torment, she is forgiven. For every such horror unleashed upon my father’s children, I shall exact threefold payment on the day of reckoning.””And I,” she breathed, fearing the answer to come, “am I forgiven, then?”
Staring deeply within her eyes, Jesus communed with her heart. Since the days when she had walked freely upon the roads of Heaven, she had felt nothing like it. His purity surrounded her, probed her, and then was gone.
“I shall call you Mary,” he spoke. “Go with open heart, for we shall meet again.” He turned then, leaving the room with the girl at his side, returning to the disciples and those who waited. Mary, for she gladly accepted the name, departed the window and melted through the crowd, going again into the desert to be alone. Only Judas, who had seen her at the window and noted her odd, exceptional beauty, noted her passing, and he was too much in awe at the miracle of the dead girl walking to dwell upon it.
Judas 10:31
31 A woman was seen to pass the window frame and to speak.
32 Taking the girl by the hand, Jesus led her outside, and she lived, though no spark remained to her eyes–except that of hunger–and her pallor was that of death.
33 All stood in awe, and the news spread rapidly throughout the land.
34 Ignoring her father and those about her, the girl walked into the desert and was seen no more.
Judas 13:9
9 When Jesus heard of the beheading of John the Baptist, he withdrew to a solitary place by boat.
10 Hearing this, a great crowd gathered and awaited his arrival, traveling there on foot.
11 Seeing them, Jesus had compassion on them and healed their sick.
12 As darkness began to fall, the disciples came to him saying, “This is a remote place, and the hour is already late. Send the crowds away so that they can go the villages and buy something to eat.”
13 Jesus replied, “There is no need for them to go away. We will give them something to eat.”
14 “We have only five loaves of bread and two fish,” they replied.
15 “Bring them to me,” he said. Jesus directed the people to sit in the grass, and breaking the loaves, raised his eyes to the heavens and gave thanks.
16 Then he gave them to his disciples, who gave them to the people. They all ate, and were satisfied, and the disciples collected twelve basketfuls of pieces that were left over.
17 Those that were fed numbered about five thousand men, besides women and children.
18 Immediately after, Jesus made the disciples get into the boat and go on ahead of him to the other side, while he dismissed the crowd.
19 After the people had departed, one woman remained, Mary of Magdalene, and they spoke at length.
As the crowds dispersed, Mary moved slowly forward, watching first from afar for any sign that she was not wanted. She had remained as long in the desert as her will could stand. Again the hunger was upon her. She stood, wavering, and watched as the son of Man bid farewell to his people. Her heart calmed somewhat, being close to him, but the aching need did not diminish. Slowly, he turned, seeing her as if from far away, and he came to stand by her side, watching as the last of the crowds disappeared into the distance.
“They have beheaded John,” he said slowly, ignoring the plea in her eyes, “Truly these are evil times. Your master has sown well.”
“What is death,” she asked, eyes wide, “to one who serves you? It is the victory in the greatest of battles. I wish death would come to me in such service…I hunger again.” With a great sadness in his eyes, he put his hands upon her shoulders. “You suffer because of me, as did John, and I feel your pain. The time is not yet upon us when I can offer you peace. You must follow, remaining close to my side, for I say unto you, the Son of Man is not like other men. You may feed upon me, for I shall not die.”
Feeling the depth of the emotion in his words, and seeing the tears as they began streaming from his eyes, Mary turned and fled. He did not know, could not know, what might befall him if he offered her salvation. As one of the fallen, she knew only too well the fire of his father’s wrath. She ran through the desert and into the villages, running until she could no longer concentrate her will upon flight–until the hunger overwhelmed her. Creeping through the shadows, she tried to rest, but inside her mind, Lucifer laughed, saying, “Mary, time to feed. The hunger will return you to me. It is greater than you, or he can conceive. It is my hunger, and I will feast.”
Jesus climbed the mountain, sore of heart. She drew him, even then, and the weight of John’s loss was heavy on his human heart. Stones cut his fingers and feet as he climbed, and the wind chilled him, but he ignored it all. He ascended to the uppermost ledge that he could reach and knelt upon the cold, dusty stone.
“Forgive me, father,” he prayed, “but I have no answer for this one, now named Mary, and she is sorely beset. Your enemy controls her, but her heart is pure. Give me the strength, lead my steps, for I love her, and I would not see her, or any other, suffer.”
Thunder echoed from the hills, lightning flashed, and still he prayed. No space remained in his father’s heart for those cast out, no redemption was theirs. Jesus knew, and yet he prayed, for his heart was pure, and he bore no grudge against any who would be saved, no matter their sin. No answers were forthcoming, and he was forced to rise, finally, descending the mountain with heavy heart.
On the horizon, far from shore, he saw the boat with his disciples, his children. He stepped onto the surface of the water, walking slowly after the retreating sails, as waves slapped his legs and stung his cuts with their chill caress.
Judas 13:29
29 During the fourth watch of the night, Jesus came to the boat, walking upon the lake.
30 Seeing this, the disciples were terrified. “It is a ghost,” they said, crying out in fear.
31 But Jesus said to them: “Take courage, it is I! Do not be afraid.”
32 “Lord,” cried Peter, “If it is you, tell me to come to you on the water.”
33 “Come,” he said.
34 Then Peter left the boat, walking on the water toward Jesus.
35 Seeing the wind and the splashing of the waves, he became frightened, and began to sink.
36 Crying out, he said, “Lord, save me!”
37 Jesus reached out his hand, pulling him from the waves, and said, “Oh you of little faith, why did you doubt?”
38 And when they climbed into the boat the wind died down.
39 Then those who were in the boat worshipped him saying, “Truly you are the son of God.”
40 Then Judas, still confused over the woman, Mary, asked, “Lord, why do you consort with a woman plagued by demons? Shall you not cleanse the world of darkness?”
41 Jesus looked at him and spoke a parable: “If you take a candle and light it in the darkness, it can be seen for many miles.
42 Light the same candle in the sun’s rays, and it pales to nothing.
43 I am sent to show the path to my father’s lost sheep. She is among them.
44 I say to you, only in the last days shall evil and darkness be washed away, for in their very darkness, they glorify the light of the heavens.”
45 So saying, he fell silent, and spoke to no man as long as they were upon the boat.”
Judas 15:20
20 About eight days after saying this, Jesus took Peter, John, and James with him and went onto a mountain to pray.
21 As he prayed, the appearance of his face changed and his clothing became bright, like a flash of lightning.
22 Two men, Elijah and Moses, appeared in glorious splendor, talking with Jesus.
23 They spoke of his departure, which he was about to bring to fulfillment in Jerusalem.
24 They spoke as well of the temptress, Mary, whose soul Jesus would save.
25 There were looks of sadness on the faces of his companions, then, for they knew the father’s heart was hardened to the fallen, and they feared now for his son. 26 They had no answer for him, though they bid him not to fear.
27 Peter and his companions were very sleepy, but when they became fully awake, they saw his glory, and the two men standing with him.
28 As the men were leaving Jesus, Peter said, “Lord, it is good for us to be here. Let us put up three shelters, one for you, one for Moses, and one for Elijah. (He knew not what he said)
29 While he spoke, a cloud appeared, enveloping them all, and they were afraid.
30 A voice came from the cloud, saying, “This is my son, whom I have chosen. Heed his words.”
32 When the voice had spoken, the cloud dispersed, and they were alone with Jesus, who had tears in his eyes.
33 The apostles decided to keep this to themselves, and told no one what they had seen, or heard, at that time.
Judas 17:1
1 A man named Lazarus was sick. He was from Bethany, the village of Mary and her sister Martha. This Mary, whose brother Lazarus now lay sick, was the same who had poured perfume on the Lord and washed his feet with her hair.
2 The sisters sent word to Jesus saying, “Lord, one you love is dying.”
3 “This sickness shall not end in death,” Jesus said, “No; it is for God’s glory, so that God’s son may be glorified by it.”
4 Jesus loved Mary, Martha, and Lazarus, yet upon hearing the nature of the illness; he waited two days before going to them.
5 There were reports that Lazarus bore strange punctures on his throat, and his pallor was deathly and pale.
6 Then he said to his disciples, “Let us go back to Judea.”
8 “There are twelve hours of daylight,” Jesus answered, “a man who walks by daylight will not stumble, for he sees by this world’s light. It is when he walks by night that he stumbles, for he has no light.”
9 After saying this, he went on to explain. “Our friend Lazarus has fallen asleep, I go to awaken him.”
11 Jesus spoke of death, but they did not understand.
12 Then he said plainly, “Lazarus is dead, and for your sake, I am glad I was not there, so that your faith may grow.
13 Let us go to him, for the darkness from which he must awaken is of my own creation, and there is another there whom I seek.
14 Then Thomas said, “Come, let us follow that we may die with him.”
When the word of Jesus’ return reached the sisters, Martha hurried out to meet him. Mary, deep in mourning, would not leave the house. She babbled of dark, shadowed women, and blood, and many feared she was either mad, or possessed of demons.
“Lord,” Martha pleaded, as she arrived at his side, “If you had been here, I know my brother would not have died. Even now, I know, whatever you ask, God shall give it to you.” Jesus saddened, doubting this in his heart, but he answered, “Your brother shall rise again.”
Martha answered, “I know he will rise in the last days, at the resurrection.”
Jesus said to her, “I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in me will live, even though he dies. Whoever lives and believes in me will never die. Do you believe this?”
“Yes Lord,” she replied, falling to her knees and brushing his legs with her hair, eyes wide. “I believe you are The Christ, son of God, who has come to the earth as a man.”
“Where is your sister, Mary?” He asked.
“I will send her to you, Lord,” Martha answered, rising. “She is mad with grief, speaking of demons and shadows and afraid to walk, even in daylight.”
“I shall comfort her,” he said, seating himself on a stone to wait. “Send her to me.”
Martha rushed back to her sister’s side with Jesus’ message, hope blooming in her heart. She had lost her brother already. She did not wish to lose Mary as well.
When Mary heard that Jesus had come, she rose, as though frightened, and ran from the house, much to Martha’s shock. Several of the others there, believing Mary was going to Lazarus’s tomb to mourn, followed a short distance behind.
Mary’s breath came in short gasps, and the sharp stones of the road cut into her feet as she ran. Every three or four paces she looked over her shoulder, eyes wide with fear, searching the pockets of shadow surrounding the trail. Her heart pounded wildly in her breast, threatening to burst from her skin. Stumbling into the grouped disciples, she staggered to Jesus, falling to the ground at his feet, sobbing.
Reaching down, Jesus took her by the hands and raised her to face him. “What is wrong, Mary?” He asked, searching her tear-stained face. Her entire body trembled, like that of a frightened colt, ready to bolt and run.
“Lord,” she choked out, dragging huge gulps of air into her lungs, “Lord, my brother has been killed by a demon!”
Jesus showed no doubt, only asked what she meant, and she answered, “She came in the night. I saw her twice, a woman wearing only a cloak of shadows. She drank of his blood, Lord, leaving him weaker with each visit. She had fangs. Lord, I am frightened for my brother’s soul!”
“Take me to where you have laid him,” Jesus said, “and fear not.”
When they reached the place, a cave which had been sealed by the placement of a very large stone, Jesus looked upon it and wept. The people who had followed Mary in her flight saw this and said, “See how Jesus loved him?”
But Jesus cried only a little for Lazarus. His heart was heavy with the knowledge of who was responsible, with the weight of another soul. The face of the temptress, Mary, haunted his thoughts, her fate haunted his tears. He turned to Mary, Lazarus’s sister.
“Have them remove the stone, daughter,” he said.
“But Lord,” she protested, eyes wide, “it has been four days! Already the smell of rot will be upon him…why must we do this?”
And Jesus, weary of heart, replied, “Did I not tell you that, if you believed, you would witness my father’s glory? Open the tomb.”
Judas 18:39
39 So they took away the stone. Then Jesus looked up and said, “Father, in all things you hear me. I say this not for myself, but for those standing here, that they may believe you have sent me.”
40 When he had said this, Jesus called out in a loud voice, “Lazarus, come forth.”
41 The dead man came out, his hands and feet wrapped in strips of linen, and a cloth binding his face.
42 Jesus said, “Take off the grave clothes, and let him go.”
And Lazarus, staggering in the sunlight, came forth from his tomb. The wind billowed his stringy hair about his head, and his eyes glowed with the light of hunger. Facing Jesus, he removed the shroud from his face, revealing the white, pale skin beneath. When he smiled, all present shuddered and backed away. His teeth, glistening in the light, were pointed, like those of a serpent. “Son of man,” he called, “you have granted me that I may walk again, though the price is great. Why must I suffer so?”
And Jesus, speaking slowly and clearly, answered. “When the last days come, your soul shall be remembered. Know that I am with you, go in peace.” “I will go, but in hunger, not peace,” the dead man snarled, glaring about at those assembled in hatred. Then there was a flash of mist, pungent with the cloying scent of open graves and death, and when it cleared, Lazarus was gone. Only the empty tomb remained.
Jesus, weeping openly again, pulled the sisters, Martha and Mary, to his side and comforted them, wiping the fear from their hearts with his touch. Gesturing to his disciples, he bid them stay with the crowd, and he went off after Lazarus. He found the dead man in the shadows of an old well. “Lazarus,” he called out, “come to me!”
Unable to resist, the dead man complied. “What now, Son of Man,” he called out in fear. “Have you come to kill the evil you have created, now that they have seen? Was it only a show for their benefit, the casting aside of my soul?”
The words cut deeply, and Jesus’ voice trembled as he answered. He knew that what he was about to do was not a part of his father’s plan. He could not help his heart, though, and was unable to witness Lazarus’s suffering.
“Come to me, Lazarus,” he said, tilting his head to one side, “for I have promised that you will live, and I know of your hunger and she who brought it upon you. Feed you from the blood of the Son of Man, and be renewed. Fear not, I shall not die, for it is not yet my time.”
Lazarus gazed in wonder, backing away at first, but the temptation to sate his need was too great, and the power of Jesus’ voice compelled him. Drawing near, he leapt wildly, sinking his fangs deeply into flesh and causing Jesus to stagger, moaning from the pain. Despite the agony, Jesus stood quietly, and moments later, Lazarus stopped, stumbling backward to collapse on the sand.
Recovering quickly, and causing his own wounds to heal, Jesus gathered Lazarus into his arms and returned the way he had come. The man he carried, no longer pale, breathed easily. Lazarus lived, though the spark in Jesus’ eyes was a bit dimmer, and his steps slightly uneven. Delivering Lazarus to his sisters, he said, “Take him home, for he must rest. I have cast forth his demon, and he is whole. Now I, too, must rest.”
Seeing that Lazarus’ teeth were those of a normal man, and that he slept peacefully, the crowd murmured in wonder, and rushed to spread the news of what he had done. As the crowds left them, Jesus called aside his disciple, Judas Iscariot, and spoke to him alone.
“Go to the village,” he said, “find the woman, Mary of Magdalene, and bring her to me.”
“But Lord,” Judas said, frightened for his master, “she has followed us, and where she goes, evil goes as well. Why must I bring her here?”
“She loves me, as do you, Judas,” Jesus replied. “Her evil is my burden. Go quickly, for I must see her in the darkness. Do not tell the others, for I would not put my own weight upon their hearts.”
Casting aside his fear as best as possible, Judas went into the village. The other disciples, knowing that Judas carried the purse, assumed that he went to purchase food, and asked no questions. Darkness was falling swiftly, chilling the air and silencing the sounds of life. Judas’ heart hammered wildly, and his footsteps quickened. It was nearly the ninth hour when he came across Mary, seated in a garden and watching the night — as though expecting him.
“Hello, Judas,” she called out, beckoning him closer.
“Why are you abroad, alone, on such a night? Has your master no use for you?”
“He has sent me for you, Lady, though I know not why,” Judas replied. Her presence drew him like a magnet, calling out to his senses. His skin heated, and he blushed.
“Do you fear me, Judas?” She asked, no smile in her eyes.
“Lady, I do,” he replied, avoiding her eyes. “Will you come? He is waiting.”
“If he calls, I will come,” she answered, rising with a rustle of linen that melted Judas’ loins. “But I tell you, Judas, for my sake he risks everything, and I am saddened, for I, too, love him.”
“I pray thee, Mary,” Judas burst out, spinning to brave the depths of her eyes, “do not come. Stay away from him. I fear for him, and I fear you.”
She smiled then, but he felt no trace of sincere emotion from her heart. He froze in shock at the hunger of her gaze, the misery so obvious in the expression of her face. It was bitter, overwhelming, threatening to swallow him. Then she averted her eyes, and she began walking. He could only follow.
When they were near to where Jesus lay, he bid her wait, and, entering the camp, he came to his master and spoke. “She has come, Lord; I have left her just beyond the camp.”
“It is good,” Jesus replied, rising. “Tell any who asks that I am in the desert, praying. Do not fear for me, Judas, for I have said, it is not yet my time. Fear instead for Mary, for I am not certain of her fate.”
And Jesus walked into the shadows, leaving Judas alone to kneel and pray.
She waited for him in shadows, watching him approach with hooded eyes. His steps were firm and steady, and a glow encased his features. She trembled as she felt the brush of his nearness, cowering deeper into the blackness.
“Mary,” he commanded, stopping and staring unerringly into the darkness, “come forth, for the time is upon us that I must begin to bear your burden.”
She wanted to break free, to run, but she was his to command, and she could not. He stood, arms wide, waiting, and he beckoned her forth. She came, haltingly at first, then rushing–blowing across the sand like a dark wind, and they embraced.
“I will take from you your hunger,” he whispered, cupping her face in his hands and staring into her eyes in love, “and you shall have a part of what is mine, that you may be saved.”
“You cannot know what he will do! Your father will not be pleased!” She pleaded with him, even as he directed her, placing her lips to his throat and caressing her teeth with his skin.
“My father’s will be done,” he said, eyes brimming with trapped emotion, “I will not allow any to suffer. Drink, Mary, for the hour is late, and my days here are now few.”
And the hunger swept aside her objections as he spoke. She plunged her fangs deep, drank richly of his lifeblood, weeping as she fed, and he moaned from the pain, yet caressed her hair softly, eyes closed in prayer.
Watching from nearby, Judas shrank away in horror. Rushing to the camp, he looked about wildly for his weapons, waking the others in his frantic haste.
“What is it?” Peter asked, grabbing his arm. “Where is our Lord?”
“He is in the desert!” Judas cried, “beset by a demon! We must go to him!”
And they all rushed out then, some only partially clothed, bearing swords and spears. Judas led them quickly through the shadows to where he had seen Jesus and Mary. When they arrived, however, they found only their Lord, seated, head bowed in prayer.
“Master,” Peter cried, “Judas said that you were beset by a demon, so we have come to you!” Looking up, eyes very tired and voice weak, Jesus answered. “There is no demon here, but I am weary. Lead me to the camp, for I must rest.”
Eyes full of wonder, for they had never seen their Lord in such a state, they raised him between them and carried him to his bed, where he fell asleep immediately. In the shadows behind them, weeping, yet marveling at her near-human skin and the peace in her heart, Mary watched them go. Turning, she ran back to the village. The night swallowed her quickly, and the desert was once more still.
Judas 21:1
2 On the other side was an olive grove, and Jesus and his disciples entered it.
3 Judas, sent to the village for food, met with the woman, Mary of Magdalene, and was delayed in coming to the grove.
4 As he neared the place, he saw Peter in conference with several armed men.
5 The soldiers, accompanied by officials from the Priests and Pharisees, entered the grove just after Judas, who bore a message from Mary.
6 Kissing his master on the cheek, he whispered the words he had been given.
7 Then the soldiers stepped forward and the disciples grew silent.
8 “Who is it you seek?” Jesus asked, knowing all that would come to pass.
9 “Jesus of Nazareth,” they replied.
10 “I am he,” Jesus said.
11 Peter, attempting to hide his betrayal, drew his sword and struck the High Priest’s servant, severing his ear. (The servant’s name was Malchus)
12 Jesus said, “Put that sword away. Shall I deny the cup my father pours me?”
13 Turning to the Pharisees and soldiers, Jesus said, “Am I leading a rebellion, then, that you need come upon me by stealth, with swords and clubs?
14 I sat teaching in your courtyards every day, yet you did not arrest me.
15 This has come about that the prophecies may be fulfilled.”
16 Then all his disciples deserted him and fled.
In great anger, Judas followed Peter in his flight. When they reached a point far enough away from the soldiers for safety, he grabbed his fellow disciple’s shoulder, spinning him roughly.
“What have you done, Peter?” He demanded. Peter’s eyes were haunted, distant, and Judas recoiled from them in horror.
“He looked well in chains, do you not think so?” The voice was cold, like brittle ice, cracking through the air. It was not Peter’s voice, nor was it any human expression that rode the familiar features.
“Who are you?” Judas asked, backing away, “You are not Peter!”
“I am more than your mind can grasp, fool,” the demon voice chuckled, “more than even your master imagines. Perhaps he is coming to some knowledge of this, even now!”
Lowering his gaze to avoid the eyes, which glittered with unnatural light and gripped at his heart, Judas began to pray. The demon, jeering and dark, ranted at him, giving no reprise. Steeling himself, Judas ignored the voice, falling to his knees in the sand.
“Our father, who art in heaven,” he began, “be with your servant in his hour of need. Free my brother from this evil, return to us Simon, called Peter, for our Lord needs us now, your son, unworthy as we are, and I have not the strength alone.”
As his courage grew, he rose, raising his eyes to those of his tormentor, searching for his brother.
“You are too weak.” the demon’s voice seemed to waver. “I leave of my own will, not that of your accursed father, or his six-mothered bastard. And I leave you a gift. Your brethren will believe you the cause of your master’s death. Your kiss will become the symbol of his betrayal!”
“Get thee hence!” Judas staggered forward, as if his physical presence alone could intimidate the evil confronting him. Peter’s features contorted, rippled between despairing, imploring humanity, and gripping, snarling darkness. As Judas’s fingers touched Peter’s shoulders, there was a sound like the rushing of a great wind, and they were both struck to the ground. When the demon had passed, leaving swirling pillars of sand in its wake, they rose slowly, blinking their eyes and checking their bones.
“We must follow our Lord, for they have taken him,” Judas said, turning away. Peter watched him, a glare in his eye. His expression, accusing and dark, was more painful than even the demon’s gaze had been, for it shone through the disciple’s own features, and rose from his own mind. Judas trembled, remembering the words, “Your kiss will become the symbol of his betrayal.”
Peter followed, but did not speak. The ominous weight of his silence bore down upon Judas like a smothering fog, but still he walked on. It was a small price, he told himself, for his brother’s soul… Tears burned with the swirling sand down his cheeks, and dried instantly, wisping into the eye of the sun.
Judas 25:17
17 The soldiers took Jesus into their charge. Carrying upon his shoulder his own cross, he went out to Golgotha (called the place of the skull)
18 Here they crucified him, along with two others–one to each side, with Jesus in the middle.
20 It was lettered in Aramaic, Latin, and Greek, and many Jews read the sign, for the place of the crucifixion was near the city.
21 The Chief Priests of the Jews protested, saying, “Do not write, ‘The King of the Jews,’ but instead that this man claimed to be the King of the Jews.”
23 When the soldiers had crucified Jesus, they took his clothes, dividing them into four equal shares, one for each of them, with the undergarment remaining.
24 This remaining garment was without seams, woven in one piece.
26 This happened that the Scripture might be fulfilled which said,
‘They divided my garments among them
And cast lots for my clothing.’
29 So this is what the soldiers did.
30 Near the cross of Jesus stood his mother, his mother’s sister, Mary, wife of Clopas, and Mary Magdalene.
31 When Jesus saw his mother there, and the disciple whom he loved, (Peter), and she for whom he wept, he said to his mother, “Dear woman, here is your son,” and to the disciple, “Here is your mother.”
32 To Mary Magdalene he said, “You are one with my heart. Though my father calls, I will be with you. Do not forget.”
33 From that time on, the disciple took Jesus’ mother into his home.
34 Mary Magdalene, hearing the Lord’s words, wept bitterly, unable to stand his pain.
Darkness fell upon the threefold wooden frames, trailing shadowy tendrils among the rivulets of blood that clotted and grew sticky on his skin. Jesus regarded those below in the weaving, half-coalesced vision of his pain. Tears dried, unwilling to remoisten his cheeks. He remained conscious only through continuous, jumbled prayer, chasing the tumbling words and thoughts through his heart and pressing them outward to his father with all the strength of his will. None answered. It was done. He’d dared to presume himself above his father’s disfavor, reached out to one beyond his power, and he’d given of the greatest gift he’d received to one beyond redemption–desecrating himself in the eyes of his own father.
He could feel his strength ebbing. The pain was beyond anything he’d experienced before, beyond even the pain of his father’s disapproval. The human body he wore neared death, and it spoke of this eloquently. So hard, he thought, such a weight to bear. How do they retain faith? And what have I done, taking my gift of salvation and flinging it aside as if it were mine alone?
“I…I am thirsty,” he croaked at last, beseeching those below.
A plant stem was raised, topped by a sponge, and he greedily sucked on the moistness, feeling the bitter sting as the wine-vinegar trickled down his parched throat. Pulling his face from the sponge weakly, he raised his eyes to the sky and cried out, hurling the words from deep inside his breast, calling out loudly.
“My father, why have you forsaken me?”
And life slipped from his body at that moment, leaving him limp and unmoving on the skeletal framework of the cross.
Mary, seeing that it was truly death that was upon him, screamed a terrible scream, an impotent, nerve-grinding wail to a God she could not reach. Those around her fled from her fury, crying out in fear and racing for homes and fires. She paid them no heed.
He had risked it all, all that he was, for her, for her soul, and the risk had been in vain–he was dead! He had walked the Earth as the Son of God, but, having given to her of his gift, having fed her a part of himself, he had died as a man, and all he had lived was wiped away as if it had never been. In that instant, prophecy was cast to the winds without thought. Still screaming, she ran to the desert, pulling at her almost human hair and cursing the sky with raging torrents of unchecked emotion. Deep within her, sparked by her loss of control, a dark voice reached out to her, laughing the mocking laughter of the victor.
Unable to go on, she dropped to her knees, and, fighting back the encroaching darkness in her soul, she began–for the first time since her feet touched the earth — to pray, loudly and blindly. He had given himself for her, for her salvation, though it cost the world. She prayed for only the chance to return his love, to replace his gift. She continued to pray, unaware of her surroundings, while a glowing figure appeared at her side. She did not notice that she was not alone until his fingers brushed her shoulder.
Stifling a cry, she backed away, half-rising to her feet. Elijah stood before her, resplendent, but with sorrow beyond comprehension on his features–sadness beyond measure.
“Woman, now called Mary,” he spoke, “would you truly return the light?”
“I…,” she lowered her eyes, bowing in supplication, “I would release to you my soul to return him–to fulfill his prophecy. I would do anything.”
“Go you then” the voice instructed, “and find Judas, who they name betrayer. Tell him all. In his lifeblood, and in his love, you will find the strength. If you willingly replace the gift of the Son of Man with Judas’ mortal blood, your curse will return. In that hour shall all be righted…go and may we all be judged on a standard such as your love.”
The light was gone, the darkness remained, and Mary rose, returning through the sifting shadows to the cross. Tears streamed steadily down her cheeks, dampening the locks of her hair, and her steps were uneven. It was too great a cost. She had been granted that which no other could give a second time, and now it was demanded of her to return it…she clutched her arms tightly to her stomach to ease the churning and the pain. In her mind, echoing voices mocked her feeble will, laughed at her lack of courage. Already Lucifer and his minions counted the victory won. She was lost to them, but The Christ was lost to mankind. Wailing her despair, she ran on, finding Judas just before the dawning sun rose to the horizon. He knelt alone, lost in prayer of his own. He did not see her coming, and she watched him for a long moment before speaking.
Judas 28:1
1 And Judas Iscariot, blamed of the betrayal, prayed in the darkness.
2 The temptress, she called Mary Magdalene, came upon him, wild of eye, and cheeks damp with tears, crying out, “Judas, beloved or our Lord, a great evil has come upon us.”
3 “Lady,” Judas replied, “in three days our Lord shall rise from his grave, redemption is at hand.”
4 “He is dead,” she told him, seating herself, “of love for me, he sacrificed all. We bear the weight, you and I, for I have spoken with Elijah, and he has sent me to you.”
5 And she spoke to him of Lucifer, and of her curse, and of Jesus’ gift of life, with its terrible price.
6 They wept, clinging to one another, and Judas cried out, “The weight is too great on you, Mary, for he would not wish you to pay this price!”
7 “That,” she replied, “is why I must pay it.”
8 “Then take me,” Judas lay back, baring his throat, tears in his own eyes, “for truly your love rivals even his, and his gift is too precious to lose.”
9 Seeing the love in Judas’s eyes, feeling the wrench of Satan’s very claws as he leapt to prevent her, the woman, Mary, fell upon the body of Judas and fed, the curse taking her even as she swept forward. Weeping, she cast herself willingly to the darkness from which she’d been raised, feeling the icy claws of the hunger that would once again consume her.
10 Sated, she rose, and Judas also, now pale and alight with hunger of his own, and they fled as Lucifer hunted them, possessed of a great and futile rage.
11 As darkness engulfed them, they shared one last glance–a last time they smiled. 12 Then it was black, and they were smitten with the fire of Lucifer, losing all thought.
When Mary and Judas regained consciousness, they both awoke to hunger. Fighting it back, screaming inwardly with the fire of their need, they walked, side by side, through twilight three days beyond Jesus’ death. Silence filled the night. All those who lived nearby either slept, or were sitting home. They reached the place where Jesus’ tomb lay without meeting a soul, coming to stand by the huge stone that had blocked his return to the world. A fear gnawed at the depth their breasts, nearly smothered, but burning still.
Standing within, gazing at them through haloed prisms, formed of the brilliance of his glory, seen through the mirrors of his tears, the Son of Man regarded them with great sadness, and endless love. Their own eyes, devoid of natural light, flickered with the pain of loss, and the wonder of the intensity of his love. No word did they speak, only awaited their fate and drank in the sight of their Lord.
“Though I suffer not your curse, I will be with you,” Jesus spoke. “A time will come when I walk these roads again–you will be there, and I will remember.”
Turning, Mary Magdalene and Judas Iscariot, called traitor, fled into the darkness, overcome with hunger and pain, tethered in the cutting bonds of evil. Alone once more, Jesus stood, weeping tears of glittering sadness to wet the sand at his feet. They blurred his sight. Time was so short. He could not follow them, could do nothing but accept their sacrifice. It should have been his alone. He turned, walking forth to embrace the world.
Judas: 30
1 Running from the tomb, where Jesus stood, resurrected, Judas stole a length of rope from a nearby home.
2 Coming upon a tall tree, he cast it upon a sturdy branch.
3 Putting to the end of the rope a noose, he climbed to a branch high above the ground, fixed the rope to his neck, and leapt, hanging himself.
4 Finding him thus, the people spoke against him, led by Simon, called Peter, saying, “He has taken his life from shame, for he betrayed his Lord.”
5 Mary Magdalene, running to where the disciples were gathered, said, “I have seen the Lord, and he is risen.”
6 And Jesus appeared other times to his disciples, speaking words of comfort and salvation, and was raised once more to his throne in Heaven.
7 We, who hunger, remain.
8 The rope has failed to relieve me of my burden.
[3]9 In the bark of the tree where we left the rope, Mary inscribed the words, “Here hung one who loves beyond life.”
10 May God forgive us.”
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The Statistics of Public Expenditure for Economic Development (SPEED) database contains information on agricultural expenditures in 112 developing countries and 34 developed countries.
Global per capita agricultural spending rose at an annual rate of 0.33 percent from 1980 to 2012. A decline between 1980 and 2000 was off-set by growth within the last 12 years.
On average, agriculture accounts for about 2-3 percent of total government expenditure. For developed countries, despite their large volume of investments, agriculture represents only a marginal portion of the economy. Per capita expenditure declined continuously in 1980–2012, and averaged $102 per person in the 2000s. The share of agriculture in total government budget also dropped to about 1 percent in the past decade, but the ratio of agricultural expenditure to agricultural GDP remained high at above 20 percent.
In developing countries, although agriculture accounts for a larger share of total expenditures, per capita spending was considerably lower and was only a fraction of the level in developed countries.
The SPEED data are compiled from: the United Nations Statistical database for complete time-series of the GDP deflator, the World Bank for exchange rate and purchasing power parity (PPP) conversion factors, as well as orher sources (International Monetary Fund, national governments).
For the entire dataset, go to SPEED database .
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Tuesday, January 28, 2014
West of Independence Soundtrack Part 4
To Recap:
1. Willy Porter "Unconditional"
2. David Bowie "Heroes"
3. Journey "Don't Stop Believin'"
4. Matt Hires "State Lines"
5. Toad the Wet Sprocket "Windmills"
6. The Damnwells "Texas"
7. Ian Axel "Gone"
8. Greg Holden "The Lost Boy"
9. Rick Springfield "Tear It All Down"
10. Greg Laswell "Sweet Dream"
11. HYUNA "Bubble Pop"
12. Pink "U and UR Hand"
You don't forget the song that's playing when you get goosed by a shirtless and sexy black man. Thanks Pink.
From West of Independence page 190:
The first few minutes on a dance floor had always been uncomfortable for me. Finding my feet and matching them to the beat seemed an impossible task. My hips tended to grind away like a fan unbalanced by a broken blade, my arms growing ever more cumbersome, ignoring my commands to be suave. Even my head felt lopsided and void of rhythm. Ella and Jared had never suffered the same dance floor afflictions, and that night in Ogunquit was no different. I looked on with envy as their bodies merged effortlessly with the thundering baseline.
Lights flashed, fog filled the room, and bubbles filtered down from above. People were writhing and jumping to the music. It seemed that everyone around me was finding his or her own groove. I stood like a pillar of anti-rhythm in the center of the pulsating crush. I was a white-heterosexual-married-male in his mid-thirties standing on the dance floor of a gay nightclub.
And then it happened.
The hands on my ass could not have been my wife's; Ella was in front of me, dancing like a diva. They weren't Jared's, because he too was in front of me, and my own brother, no matter how gay, would not have grabbed my butt in such a suggestive manner. This realization took but a fractured moment. I spun around to see whose hands had not only grabbed, but squeezed my cheeks.
A black man with a very muscular (and shirtless) build stood behind me, his hands only just removed from my butt, and a bright smile on his face. He winked at me before turning away, presumably to dance, but the thought occurred to me that perhaps he expected me to return the handy favor.
I didn't. Circling back to face Ella and Jared seemed to take several minutes. My dear wife was shaking what the good Lord had given her, but she stopped when she saw the look on my face.
"What?" She shouted, her hands gesturing confusion.
I leaned over to shout in her ear, and the words felt funny crossing my tongue. "I just got goosed by a very large, half-naked black man!"
13. Mat Kearney "Fire and Rain"
One of my greatest fears is that I will forget Jared. I remember the first week I went without crying at least a little every day, and the subsequent guilt that I felt for not grieving at a constant clip. It had been almost three years since his passing.
After Jared died I was told to "get over it," that "life is for the living," that "Jared was selfish to do what he did," and that there was "nothing" I could have done. The hollow words seemed to stack up around me like cordwood brought by (well-meaning?) people that hoped it would keep me warm through the sad and bitter cold of loss.
It didn't.
Even now, after going through such a terrible loss, I still don't know what to say to someone that has lost a loved one. That's okay though, because I have learned that it is better to just be there to listen, rather than to be there to advise or counsel. It's what I wanted, it's what I needed, and I was lucky in that a few of my friends were wise, compassionate, and patient enough to offer it to me.
Words of comfort are easy. Actions of comfort are hard.
From West of Independence page 213:
But ruin was hardly the right word to use when talking about the pueblo; the original owners had built their home to last. A formidable structure with straight edges, thick walls, and sharp corners, it had been standing strong against the elements for nearly a thousand years. The tower stood three stories high from the base of the rock upon which it was built, affording the occupants plenty of time to prepare for welcome or war. I doubted that anyone had ever snuck up undetected, and was sure that any attackers had suffered a nasty assault from high above.
We ducked through a tiny opening and entered the tower. I stood on the uneven dirt floor and cocked my head back to look at the cobalt patch of sky overhead, framed by the high red walls.
“Beautiful,” I marveled out loud. My voice bounced around inside the tower.
We took turns looking out through a hole that might have been a window. The walls were almost as thick as my arm was long. My imagination was hard at work as I looked out the window at the landscape. A band of enemy warriors was approaching, their lances held aloft. Connor and I rained arrows down on them from our fortress tower.
After repelling the attackers, I pulled my head back inside the pueblo and returned to reality. I turned to see Connor staring out through an even smaller square in the wall to my right. The camera cord hung out of his back pocket. I reached out and tugged the camera free without a sound.
Connor was lost in thought, as if he were searching for something or someone far away on the horizon. I snapped a photo of him from across the little room.
Leaving my brother to his daydreams, I crawled back through the little doorway and out into the sunlight. I looked out across the large open area that made up half of the pueblo. I could picture deerskins stretched and drying in the sun, baskets full of gathered foods, a fire pit ringed with stones, and children chasing a flea-ridden puppy in happy loud circles.
“That would have been a great place to stage battles with our Star Wars and G.I. Joe figures,” Connor mused, interrupting my imagination with good memories.
I looked down from the pueblo to the rocks below us, where Connor was pointing. “Definitely, look at all the great places for waiting in ambush,” I agreed.
As kids we had spent more of our playtime choosing our figures and vehicles, staging them on the battlefield, building their bases, and mapping out scenarios than we had in actual play. In fact, we took so much time to work out the details that we rarely played past the initial setup.
Connor and I stood in the ruins of an ancient Native American pueblo, reliving the best moments of our childhood. It was an unlikely moment in an even more unlikely setting.
And I hadn't forced it.
14. Ben Folds "Still Fighting It"
I have little time for adults who suck the joy out of life. Meetings, responsibilities, goals, and hard work are all well and good, but they have their place, and that place should often be much smaller than we make it.
No one ever accused me of being too mature, but I will be damned on the day that my children feel the urgent obligation of shaming me into being there for them in their time of need.
From West of Independence page 236:
“Could you sit down? I need to talk to you both and I need to focus.” I tried to mask the trembling in my voice, but failed.
“Oh, this must be serious, he wants our full attention,” Dad quipped, his tone taking an obnoxious dive into condescension as he sat at the table next to Mom.
“I just wanted to say that I think you should go to Jared. He tried to kill himself; he is sad, lonely, and feeling worthless. He needs to know that people care about him. He needs to feel love. He needs his parents telling him that they love him. He needs you.” The words came out in a calm rush until I spoke the final three, which were delivered through the onset of tears.
My parents sat in silence. I wiped my eyes and waited at the other end of the table that had served as the centerpiece for countless moments in our family history. We had gathered around it for happy dinners, arduous lectures, family meetings, and birthday celebrations. There wasn’t a grandchild that hadn’t slept for hours atop that table in a car seat, and most of them had probably had a diaper changed at least once on its surface. It had needed a few repairs over the years, but it had stood up against our abuse. The table had witnessed all of the good and the bad that our family had to offer.
“Well, it’s not as simple as that,” Dad said, breaking the silence with his all-too-familiar father-knows-best voice.
He could have stopped right there, at the end of that first sentence. I had heard that tone before, and I knew what was sure to follow.
“We don’t even know that they would let us in to see him once we got there. He is in the mental health ward, and in my experience that is not a place where they allow many visitors. We could fly all the way there just to stand in the hallway,” he explained, as if I were a child that had not considered such grown-up things.
“Then you stand in the hallway outside his room and shout through the door that you are there, and that you love him. You write notes to him, and give them to the nurses to give to him. He needs to hear that you love him. He needs his mother. He needs his father." My voice cracked, but I held the new threat of tears at arm's length.
“Look, we have to be realistic here. We can’t do him any good if we aren’t here to take or make phone calls relating to the situation. We don’t know how long they are going to keep him there. It might be quite a while, and what are we going to do, live in a hotel until they release him? We can do more good from here than we can out there.” Dad’s reply was exactly what I had expected, but not what I had hoped for.
15. Snow Patrol "You Could Be Happy"
Elizabeth stood in the closet, one of Jared's tee shirts in her hands. I sat on the bed, my eyes edged in tears.
I watched as she pulled the shirt up to her face, rubbing her cheek against it. "Oh, Matty, I can smell him," she cried suddenly.
I leapt from the bed, rushed across the room, and joined my wife in the closet. Together we buried our faces in the soft cotton fabric, taking in Jared's scent. Joy filled the tiny space, and the sweet tones of our own laughter sounded in our ears for the first time in recent memory.
From West of Independence Page 264:
Jared stopped rummaging in the closet and turned to face me. A sudden quiet fell over us both, filling the room. Jared started shaking as if he were cold, and his eyes widened with fright. After a long moment something inside him gave way, and he collapsed against me, his arms reaching around me for support.
“I am so scared...” he cried, his voice like that of a little boy afraid of the monsters under his bed.
I held him in my arms, his slender frame trembling against my chest.
“I know you are, I know you are,” I whispered into his hair.
“I love you, Matthew.”
I hugged him tighter, as if my strength could somehow cross over from my body into his.
“I love you too, Jared.
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Expansions, Side Projects, and your Guild
Every time new content becomes available, it's an opportunity for change in how each player approaches the game. When the content is as significant as an entire expansion, it can mean an influx of players in the most obvious way: people coming back because they want to see that new content.
There's a second, much smaller shift that happens as well, for both the people who have been playing all along and their guild's leadership.
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Everything is Always Moving
There's a funny thing happening in my guild.
I logged on late the other night to hopefully luck into a quick instance run (didn't happen), and there were four people from my guild on. I didn't recognize any of them. I vaguely remembered reading someone's app from a little while ago, but that's all. I mean, I've seen them around, but this is the first time I had ever logged in and not known anyone who was online.
"Well, new guildies are good for the guild," I thought.
However, these people were chatting with each other over /g, and they all seemed to know each other pretty well. Even though I didn't know them, it was obvious that each of them was a good fit for the guild. We have a strange and fun guild culture, and it was obvious that they were steeped in it.
It felt like walking into my living room and finding four very friendly strangers there.
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Guild Strengthening via Personal Achievements
Recently, Kikidas reminded me of a popular thought in how to make guilds stronger: a guild house/stronghold of some kind, with various customizable decorations from trophies from kills and accomplishments.
The problem with guild housing is that the room is communal property. A brand new guild member walks into a room that has everything populated or empty, just like someone who has been there the whole time. Just like guild banks, you can't have everyone editing a room, right? I mean, I don't let my wife edit my office desk arrangement (the mess is just so, thanks). Plus, you can't take a guild house with you: if your guild goes south, you have to leave the house behind.
But why don't we make guild success personal, like the new Achievement system is?
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Polytoons can be Bad
My main is my holy priest. My raid-ready alt is a protection warrior. I like healing slightly more than tanking, but honestly I'm happy playing either. I'm also glad to pinch hit in a dps situation every now and then, because it means I have more time to enjoy my scotch.
After a lot of practice, I've become good enough to either heal or tank for instances, heroics, and raids. The change of pace actually keeps my overall interest level higher. When I brought my tank along for the ride, how I was helping!
Or at least, how I thought I was helping. Despite the fact that I've become more useful to my guild and have more fun playing the game, the social ramifications have made me wish that I hadn't tried it in the first place. There were consequences.
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Esa Pulliainen / Agents
I own around 20 different amplifiers, that I’ve collected over the years. If you don’t take to account my first tube radio, my first amplifier was a Vox AC 30 that I got in ‘74. My collection consists of all the classics including for instance, Marshalls, Fenders and Ampeq – with the latest addition being a Hehku Wind 5. It had a lot to prove, but has been holding its ground extraordinarily well. Due to its low wattage, it’s been mostly in studio. For example, switch that halves the power has proven to be very useful – especially when recording. The design and technical abilities of Hehku are of the highest quality in my opinion. I consider these amplifiers to be a token of high-end Finnish craftmanship.
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intern season: work bag essentials
Babes, intern season is among us, and many of you have told me that YOU are indeed an intern yourselves. If you're interning in Washington, D.C., WELCOME! And if you're in another city: Remember to scope out all of the best happy hours and enjoy yourself.
When I was interning, I would always freak out about having everything I could need because I was usually going from my internship to happy hours to workouts to a summer course, etc. So I put together a little list of what I always had in my bag as essentials — and what I still carry to this day. Everyone's work bag is a little different, so let me know what's in yours, what you love + what you think is overkill.
xx phoebe // honestly, though
« tarte pressed powder mascara + matte lipstick »
I'm a longtime Tarte makeup addict. They're {mostly} vegan, 100% cruelty-free and all-natural. I have wicked sensitive skin, too, and their line has always made my face feel happy instead of irritated. This mascara gets me through any day and helps my lashes look plump + awake without looking too "Friday night" (and hint hint: leave the falsies at home). These lipsticks are also UH-MAZING. I've never, ever found a lip color that actually stays on through Sweetgreen salads and almond lattes. But their quick-drying formula is magical and it's like the only lipstick I'll ever use again. But honestly, though.
« bobby pins »
Because you never know what's going to happen. I honestly always have a big pack of hair ties + a bobby pin case. They're literally like $3 from CVS or you can DIY it with an old tictac case.
« reusable water bottle »
I meaaaan, if you don't already have one, you should be buying one ASAP. Plastic water bottles are AWFUL for the environment + there are SO many options for great water bottles that literally fit whatever your lifestyle. Right now, I'm using the Hydy bottle (pictured), and it fits into every cup holder I've come across AND it has a filter that screws in to make drinking easier.
« Steripod toothbrush protector »
I don't know about you, but I really like brushing my teeth after lunch at work, and I always have my toothbrush with me. It just lets me feel so much cleaner and refreshed (esp. when I'm munching on stuff like kale chips + garlic sauce). But your makeup bag, gym bag, work bag, etc is filled with bacteria. I've seen people (including my man) just throw their toothbrush into their travel bag and be fine with it. So I use the Steripod Protectors because they're small, inexpensive + make taking your toothbrush on-the-go easy.
P.S. Steripods were developed by doctors and independently tested for efficacy at an accredited lab. They're avail from Bed Bath & Beyond, Target, Walmart, Amazon + getsteripod.comGet free shipping on your own $9.99 (or more) order of Steripod with code: B14838OZI0I48
« erin condren planner + notebook »
If you guys don't already know, I'm OBSESSED with Erin Condren planners. And I have a matching notebook (palm print for the summer) to keep track of all of my work to-dos, ideas + projects. And it also looks super badass when you show up to your first meeting ready to take notes and ROCK your interview.
« protein bars »
...Or just snacks in general. I always (and I mean ALWAYS) have snacks on me because when hangry Phoebe strikes, it's game over. I try (keyword: TRY) to look for options that are high in fiber and low in added sugars and/or ones with chia, which will help you stay fuller longer. Good options?
• Rx Bars (if you eat eggs) - super protein packed and people across the internet SWEAR by them.
• Chia Warrior Bars - Filled with chia seeds to keep you super full. And they have plant-based protein bars
• Aloha - A startup from NYC that is all about plant-protein + plant-power (woo!). I LOVE their protein bars + their daily greens for smoothies.
• Barnana - Probably the least "healthy," but still amazing. All banana-based snacks like these chocolate-covered banana bites that totally "tame" the hangry Phoebs.
« sneakers »
Especially important if your commute to your internship includes public transportation and walkingI wear heels almost every day, and I ALWAYS have a pair of sneakers with me to slip on. My faves are Baabuk, a Swiss shoe company that recently entered the US market. Their shoes are wool + these have elastic laces that let you ditch socks (making that sneaker to heels transition 100x easier). P.S. If you use code HONESTLYTHOUGH you'll get a discount.
p.s. Get free shipping on your own $9.99 order of Steripods with code: B14838OZI0I48
** This post is sponsored by Steripod and Her Campus Media. All opinions are my own. Thank you for supporting the brands that make Honestly, Though possible! **
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Please contact us at following addres:
Family Baert – Vansina
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telephone: 00/ 32/ 16/ 47 17 32
Huis van Rooi is situated opposite to the church of Sint-Agatha-Rode, a little village in the triangle Leuven- Overijse- Wavre, at 13 km from Leuven and 30 km from Brussels. You can park your car on the church square. Itinerary
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Day 20: Your views on drugs and alcohol.
I believe in the legalization of drugs. I believe we are fighting a useless and expensive war on drugs much like the Prohibition.
It is cheaper and more effective to create drug rehab program for those unfortunate people who become addicted.
I also believe that people with addictive personalities are going to get addicted to something whether that substance is illegal or not. Additionally, if recreational drugs are legalized, they can be regulated for safety.
Now, having said that, I have never taken illegal drugs. I’ve been around people, willingly and not, who were smoking pot and I got a little second hand buzz. This only gave me a hell of a headache and turned me off to the whole thing.
I’ve also never been much of a drinker. And I am completely paranoid about Driving Under the Influence.
I will NOT drink if I plan to be behind the wheel of a car – not even ONE drink. And I won’t ride with someone who’s been drinking.
Now, having said that, I’ve gotten stuck at a couple of parties in my youth when the designated driver broke their promise and drank anyway. Because of this, and because I really only trust myself not to drink, I am usually the designated driver.
I also trust Moo not to drink if I am drinking. However, I hate to drink alone so this means that Moo and I don’t drink when we go out.
In fact, I laughingly say that the only place I drink is DisneyWorld. It’s one of the few places where the transportation is totally handled by someone else and the alcohol flows freely – especially the delightful Grey Goose Citron frozen lemonade at EPCOT. YUM!!! So I can drink, a professional is driving and everyone is safe. YAY!
Day 1: Something you hate about yourself
Day 2: Something you love about yourself
Day 3:Something you have to forgive yourself for
Day 4: Something you have to forgive someone else for
Day 5: Something you hope to do in your life
Day 6: Something you hope you never have to do
Day 7: Someone who has made your life worth living
Day 11: Something people seem to compliment you the most on
Day 12: Something you never get compliments on
Day 14: A hero that has let you down
Day 15: Something or someone you couldn’t live without
Day 16: Something or someone you could definitely live without
Day 18: Your views on gay marriage
Day 19: What is your opinion of religion?
Day 20: Your views on drugs and alcohol.
Day 22: Something you wish you hadn’t done in your life
Day 23: Something you wish you had done in your life
Day 25: The reason you believe you’re still alive today
Day 29: Something you hope to change about yourself
Day 30: A letter to yourself
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After removing KB3178690, Excel worked fine again. A reboot was not necessary on our servers to complete the patch removal process. (both Windows 2012 R2 and Windows 2008 R2)
On the support article of Microsoft KB3178690, Microsoft states the following in the known issues section:
After you install this security update, Excel 2010 may crash or hang (stop responding or freeze) when calculations are performed in a workbook. The calculations may be triggered either by code or by user interaction.
In the meantime, we have declined the patch on our WSUS server to prevent the update from reinstalling automatically.
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News ID: 216560
Published: 0533 GMT June 12, 2018
Nanodiamonds explain mysterious source of Milky Way microwaves
Nanodiamonds explain mysterious source of Milky Way microwaves
New observations confirmed tiny carbon diamonds explain the mysterious shimmer known as anomalous microwave emission.
Astronomers have discovered microscopic gemstones surrounding three infant star systems in the Milky Way.
Researchers believe tiny diamonds account for the shimmer of cosmic microwave light that has puzzled astronomers for 20 years, UPI wrote.
The shimmer is known as anomalous microwave emission, or AME. For decades, scientists have struggled to explain why the odd glow emanates from several of the galaxy's protoplanetary disks.
Until now, scientists thought the most likely culprit was a type of carbon-based molecule called a polycyclic aromatic hydrocarbon, or PAH. The interstellar particles yield a faint infrared signature.
Another possible culprit, hydrogenated nanodiamonds, produce a similar but slightly different infrared pattern.
Using the National Science Foundation's Green Bank Telescope in West Virginia and the Australia Telescope Compact Array, astronomers were able to observe AME surrounding three young stars, V892 Tau, HD 97048 and MWC 297.
Scientists found the AME emissions most directly matched the infrared pattern produced by nanodiamonds.
Green Bank astronomer David Frayer said, "This is the first clear detection of anomalous microwave emission coming from protoplanetary disks.”
Previous observations have shown other star systems produce the signature made by PAHs but show no signs of AME, suggesting nanodiamonds alone account for the faint shimmer.
Studies have previously suggested the presence of nanodiamonds, tiny particles of crystalline carbon, in the protoplanetary disks surrounding distant stars, but the latest findings — published in the journal Nature Astronomy — are the first to link the particles with AME.
Scientists believe cosmic nanodiamonds are formed when vaporized carbon atoms become superheated by young stars.
Nanodiamonds produce what's called a ‘dipole moment’, yielding an electromagnetic radiation when they spin. Because they're so small, they can spin at tremendous speeds, emitting electromagnetic radiation in the microwave range.
Jane Greaves, an astronomer at Cardiff University in Wales, said, "This is a cool and unexpected resolution to the puzzle of anomalous microwave radiation.
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Stem Cell Reports Non-invasive Chamber-Specific Identification of Cardiomyocytes in Differentiating Pluripotent Stem Cells. Brauchle E, Knopf A, Bauer H, Shen N, Linder S, Monaghan MG, Ellwanger K, Layland SL, Brucker SY, Nsair A, Schenke-Layland K. One major obstacle to the application of stem cell-derived cardiomyocytes (CMs) for disease modeling and clinical therapies is the inability to identify the developmental stage of these cells without the need for genetic manipulation or utilization of exogenous markers. In this study, we demonstrate that Raman microspectroscopy can non-invasively identify embryonic stem cell (ESC)-derived chamber-specific CMs and monitor cell maturation.
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Sunday, November 29, 2009
Literature Daily
Today I began a new blog. This will provide one bite-sized piece of great literature for busy people on the go. Got a bookshelf of great works that you always wanted to get to? This is your chance. For just a few minutes each day, you can sample the classics.
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Head Butting – Why Do They Do That?
You might think that your cat head butts you to show affection. Well, yes and no. In a way, it is to show affection, but it’s actually a bit more complicated than that. The technical term is head bunting, and it has to do with rubbing their scent on you.
Head Bunting
The folks over at Cat Behavior Associates say:
The behavior that is often described by cat parents as heat butting is actually head bunting. Cats have scent glands all over their body and they use them to leave a scent mark on objects (and in this case, YOU). The bunting and rubbing are reserved for bonding, social, comforting and friendly purposes.
When your cat engages in head bunting or head rubbing, he is placing his scent there as a social and affectionate gesture. Cat-to-cat head bunting and allorubbing are reserved for cats who already have a familiar and friendly relationship. Cats typically display head bunting toward other cats, dog companions and humans.
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Bunting a LadyAllorubbing is another word for bunting. Cats will rub their heads, bodies and tails against each other, or against you, to distribute their scent. It also makes them feel secure, just as human touch does for us hoomans.
Cats have sebaceous glands in their ear canals, around their mouth, on their chin, and at the base of the tail. These glands secrete an oily, slightly waxy substance called sebum. Its primary purpose is to lubricate the skin and hair. However, it also leaves behind a scent that is individual to the cat. While undetected by humans, to the cat this scent ‘marks’ their territory – whether it be another cat, a human or an inanimate object. – The Examiner
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Cats that live together will rub on each other to make a sort of “group scent”, which shows that they are all part of the same group. Even though your cat may be head butting you to mark you with his or her scent, they only do it to people and animals that they feel affection towards. So it may be science, but it’s also love!
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Imagine....No wait, don't imagine, just have a look.
There is an amazing app to turn your imagined art on a wall into a real art piece on a wall.
It's called @iartview. You should check it out. Here are some of my artworks (most of these are smaller in real life than they appear here, but I do make custom large prints to order)
Imagine a quirky, surreal piece on your living room wall. Something that starts conversations, something that intrigues your guests.
I'd love to hear from you if you're interested in taking a peek at my available originals, or enquiring about a custom piece.
Have a lovely day!
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Verizon Wants 'Major Concessions' From Yahoo: Reports
It still might abandon the deal, add sources
By Arden Dier, Newser Staff
Posted Dec 16, 2016 11:47 AM CST
(Newser) – Verizon is still interested in acquiring Yahoo after the largest data breach at an email provider—just not at the price initially agreed upon, a source tells Bloomberg. Verizon, which agreed to pay $4.8 billion for Yahoo in July, has a team exploring the possibility of a lower sale price after Yahoo revealed an August 2013 hack affected 1 billion accounts, including those of FBI agents and White House staff, says the source, who acknowledges that trying to kill the deal isn't off the table. It isn't clear what kind of discount Verizon might seek, but TechCrunch notes there were rumors of a $1 billion price cut after Yahoo's other hack in September. Bloomberg's source says the team also wants Yahoo to assume responsibility for the latest hack, meaning Verizon wouldn't be on the hook for any future legal issues.
But that doesn't mean Verizon might not still abandon the deal altogether, even while its integration team continues its work, the source says. A source tells Reuters that Verizon has threatened to try to wiggle out of the deal in court if it isn't granted "major concessions." A business professor notes the most likely scenario is that Verizon might ask Yahoo for some form of compensation after the deal closes. In a statement Wednesday, Verizon says it "will evaluate the situation as Yahoo continues its investigation" and "review the impact of this new development before reaching any final conclusions." Adds Yahoo, "We are confident in Yahoo's value and we continue to work towards integration with Verizon." (Read more Verizon stories.)
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Root Canal
Root canal, also referred to as endodontic therapy is a specialized procedure recommended for patients requiring treatment for infections involving the nerve of the tooth. Your tooth consists of two main parts. The crown of the tooth, which is the part of the tooth visible in the mouth and above the gum line, and the root or roots which are below the gum line, surrounded by the jawbone. Inside each root is a canal which contains the nerve and blood supply.
A root canal procedure allows the patient to retain and restore a tooth that would otherwise require extraction. Endodontic therapy removes only the injured pulp or nerve from the root canal system. The tooth functions normally following the root canal procedure because the supporting structure (bone and gum tissue) remains intact.
When endodontic therapy is performed, the patient is given a local anesthetic Novocaine delivered in sufficient quantity to render the affected tooth and surrounding area profoundly numb. Nitrous oxide sedation is often administered in conjunction with a local anesthetic to ensure a pain free experience. Following the completion of the root canal a cap or crown is recommended to prevent fracture of the remaining tooth and ensure the long-term viability of the tooth.
If you are experiencing pain in a tooth and suspect you may need a root canal contact our office right away! Call (240) 390-0290
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December 10, 2018
Sheikha A.
Karma (2016-08-22) poem unrhymed
"...but what's buried grows..."
Metamorphosis (2016-09-19) poem unrhymed
"...the courage of Icarus in their wings..."
Cedar (2016-10-17) poem unrhymed
"...down to the ankles beaded with care fully stringed bands of promises..."
Meeting Halfway (2016-12-05) poem unrhymed
"...we can be the fields of inventions..."
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Sheikha A.
Sheikha A.
Sheikha A. is from Pakistan and United Arab Emirates. Her poems have appeared in over 80 literary venues so far, both print and online including several anthologies by various presses. She is the author of a short poetry collection titled Spaced [Hammer and Anvil Books, 2013] available on Kindle. More about her can be accessed on her blog Write Me, Saudade.
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Lord Chaitanya's Mercy on Mukunda During Mahaprakashlila
Srimad Bhagavatam 10.54.36-37 - Lord Chaitanya's Mercy on Mukunda During Mahaprakashlila (download mp3)
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SB 10.54.36
kṛṣṇāntikam upavrajya
dadṛśus tatra rukmiṇam
tathā-bhūtaṁ hata-prāyaṁ
dṛṣṭvā saṅkarṣaṇo vibhuḥ
vimucya baddhaṁ karuṇo
bhagavān kṛṣṇam abravīt
As the Yadus approached Lord Kṛṣṇa, they saw Rukmī in this sorry condition, practically dying of shame. When the all-powerful Lord Balarāma saw Rukmī, He compassionately released him and spoke the following to Lord Kṛṣṇa.
SB 10.54.37
asādhv idaṁ tvayā kṛṣṇa
kṛtam asmaj-jugupsitam
vapanaṁ śmaśru-keśānāṁ
vairūpyaṁ suhṛdo vadhaḥ
[Lord Balarāma said:] My dear Kṛṣṇa, You have acted improperly! This deed will bring shame on Us, for to disfigure a close relative by shaving off his mustache and hair is as good as killing him.
Omniscient Balarāma knew that Rukmī was the guilty party, but to encourage the lamenting Rukmiṇī He decided to gently reproach Śrī Kṛṣṇa
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Architecture of the library
In this document we will describe how the library communicates with dynamixel actuators.
The two protocols
The client interacts with Dynamixels by sending instructions and receiving status reports, both in forms of packets. Robotis has two versions of its communication protocol defining diferent packet formats and contents. We have a class for each protocol containing:
• type definitions for protocol-specific data
• the instructions allowed in the protocol
• methods to build a packet from data (pack_data) and extract data from incoming packet (unpack_data)
Unless said overwise, everything written bellow is common to versions 1 and 2 of the communication protocols.
Serial interface
All communication with the dynamixel has to go through a serial interface. We support both USB2AX and USB2DYNAMIXEL in the class controllers::Usb2Dynamixel. Other serial interfaces should also work.
Instructions and status report
Instructions are packets sent to the actuators and status reports are the replies that the user may get (not for every instruction). There are different instruction kinds and a class is defined for each instruction.
Supported instructions:
• Ping<class Protocol>: check availability of an actuator with given ID
• Read<class Protocol>: read some data in the RAM or ROM of an actuator
• Write<class Protocol>: write some data in the RAM or ROM of an actuator
• RegWrite<class Protocol>: register a write instruction to be performed later (on receival of the action instruction)
• Action<class Protocol>: trigger the registered write instruction
• FactoryReset<class Protocol>: reset the ROM of the actuator to factory defaults
• SyncWrite<class Protocol>: simultaneously write data for several servos (one memory address, many servos, many data)
• Reboot<class Protocol> (only for protocol 2)
The following instructions, specific to protocol 2, are not implemented yet:
• Sync read: same as sync write but for reading
• Bulk write: simultaneously write data for several (many addresses, many servos, many data)
• Bulk read: same as bulk write but for reading
Likewise, the StatusPacket<class Protocol> class is for the status report packet. A status packet can report errors in the communication or related to an actuator. It could be for instance a checksum error or an overheating error. Such packets are sent in response to any packet, unless it was sent to the broadcast ID. Some actuators also allow to configure which instructions trigger a status report.
For more details on how instructions and status packet work, refer to Robotis’ documentation then go to Product Information ‣ Actuator ‣ Communication 1.0/2.0.
Model traits
For a more easy to use client interface, the information specific to each actuator model (including the control table) is stored in the library. We use the trait class ModelTraits<class Model>, templated by the servo. This makes a unified yet extensible interface to all actuators.
Along the control table, the ModelTraits class also defines the protocol version used by each servo.
give a link to the list of supported actuators
BaseServo, Servo and actuator classes
The BaseServo<class Protocol> abstract class declares all possible methods to interact with an actuator. They all throw a “not implemented” exception. Then, Servo inherits of BaseServo and defines the methods to access the fields common to all actuators. The remainder fields are defined in the actuator secific classes. For instance, the MX 28 actuators have the class Mx28. One such class is defined for every servo model.
Protocol-specific packets
Some operations are common to all actuators that use a given protocol. The templated class ProtocolSpecificPackets<class Model, class Protocol> is for these operations:
• convert the speed from unit-less integer to radians per second
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(Redirected from Protomech)
A Minotaur ProtoMech cut-away
First created by Clan Smoke Jaguar, ProtoMechs were designed as a way for armored troops to deliver the firepower of a BattleMech to the battlefield without requiring a large amount of production resources.
In the months after the Battle of Tukayyid, Clan Smoke Jaguar found themselves with a serious problem. Guerrilla raids and uprisings within their Inner Sphere occupation zone had left them stretched to the limit in resources. Smoke Jaguar scientists found that if something wasn't done soon, their Clan worlds would soon be stripped of the ores needed for BattleMech production.[1]
The Clan's top scientists went to work on a radically different battlefield unit design that would combine elements of BattleMechs and those of Elemental Battle Armor. Standing only half the height of a BattleMech, the smaller units would mass only one-tenth that of the larger machines. This, combined with their smaller engines, would allow the Smoke Jaguars to make many more of these for less material. Dubbed ProtoMechs, the ultimate goal of these machines was for a Point of five, working in unison, to be as effective as a BattleMech, while requiring less than half the amount of construction resources. At the same time, Smoke Jaguar geneticists began the task of creating a suitable breed of pilot. Unlike the bulky Elementals, this new breed would need to be smaller so that they would be able to fit into the cramped confines of a ProtoMech's torso. Knowing that their Khans would not even consider full-scale production of ProtoMechs until they were proven effective in combat, the Smoke Jaguar scientists and geneticists began working on the project in secret, understanding that it could be years before their work could be revealed.[2]
It was not until the development of the Enhanced Imaging (EI) system by Clan scientists that the ProtoMech concept became a viable one. The EI control system laid the groundwork needed by Smoke Jaguar scientists for controlling the ProtoMech. The ability to give the pilot direct neural control eliminated the need for a gyroscope and full-sized cockpit. This gave room for the pilot to ride in the torso while still allowing ample space for weapons.[3]
However, the problem of finding suitable pilots was harder to overcome. Attempts made to breed a new kind of warrior for the ProtoMech ended in failure, leaving the scientists no choice but to use volunteer Aerospace pilots who had failed to test into the Warrior Caste. As happenstance would have it, the decision proved fortuitous: Clan aerospace pilots' small bodies allowed them to easily fit inside the cockpit of a ProtoMech, while their brains and circulatory systems, bred to withstand high-G maneuvering, could better endure the negative side effects associated with the EI system.[4]
ProtoMechs achieved their baptism of fire during the Battle of Huntress, which was also when Smoke Jaguar Khan Lincoln Osis first learned of the program. His outrage at having been uninformed about the secret project was tempered by his Clan's dire needs and the good performance of the ProtoMechs against desperate odds. Although the battle was ultimately lost, the ProtoMech's debut could not be ignored by the other Clans. After the Great Refusal and the destruction of the Smoke Jaguars, many Clans launched raids on Huntress in order to acquire the technology for their own purposes. Clan Coyote and Clan Blood Spirit were among the first to adopt the ProtoMech and pursue its development with enthusiasm.[5][6]
The Inner Sphere however showed little to no interest in developing their own ProtoMechs. One of the major stumbling blocks was the need for EI in order to control the machine; even if it could be copied, the moral and ethical problems associated with the system would prevent widespread use. Inner Sphere scientists also lacked the technical knowledge to recreate the special internal structure, armoring and heat sinks which went into ProtoMech construction, which would have resulted in bulkier, less-effective units.[7] The only Inner Sphere faction known to have moved beyond theoretical discussions was the Word of Blake, overcoming the control and pilot size issues with the development of an advanced pilot interface based off their Vehicular Direct Neural Interface technology, encasing a limbless Manei Domini in a life-support apparatus that was then sealed within a ProtoMech, the pilot maintained via intravenous nutrients and recycled biomatter. During the early experimental stage, the technical limitations preventing the construction of Inner Sphere ProtoMech chassis was side-stepped with the Word utilizing captured Clan models. The only known combat deployment of these hybrid ProtoMechs was during the Blakist strike against the Capellan Confederation world of Necromo in late 3071 and it is not known if they were the first of their kind or a technological dead-end. [8]
ProtoMechs mass between two to fifteen metric tons and stand anywhere from four to six meters in height, with the cockpit mounted in the upper chest. With their fusion engines, they can move considerably faster than battle armor but are more compact than BattleMechs. As such their agility falls somewhere between infantry and 'Mechs: they can move through most buildings with minimal collateral damage and can go from a prone to standing position in seconds. Like battle armor and 'Mechs, Protos can mount jump jets which further increases maneuverability. ProtoMech armor is more efficient in terms of its weight-to-protection ratio compared to 'Mech armor due to the reduced surface areas involved and advanced composite material used in its construction; the heaviest ProtoMechs can boast almost as much protection as some light 'Mechs. Additionally, the Proto's small size makes it harder to hit, and even if it loses an arm or head the unit can remain combat effective.[9]
Due to their size and tonnage, ProtoMech weapon loadouts are somewhere between that of battle armor and 'Mechs. Most Protos have a "main gun", a single weapon or piece of equipment of any weight which is braced to the torso but aimed and fired with their hands. Wielding the "main gun" almost as easily as a normal trooper would a rifle gives the ProtoMech a more flexible firing arc and makes training new pilots easier. Two additional weapons or pieces of equipment can be mounted on the torso, though their combined weight cannot exceed two tons, and each arm can mount one weapon no greater than a half-ton in weight. ProtoMechs can carry most of the same weapons and equipment as found on 'Mechs, although instead of carrying standard missile launchers they mount groups of missile tubes together.[9] Weapons such as the ER Micro Laser and Light Machine Gun were initially developed by the Smoke Jaguars specifically for ProtoMechs, though they have since spread to other combat units.
For all their benefits though, ProtoMechs have several drawbacks (beyond that associated with using EI). Because of their size and the specialized nature of their construction and components, ProtoMechs cannot utilize XL Engines, Endo-Steel, Ferro-Fibrous Armor, Targeting Computers, Double Heat Sinks or MASC (though they do have access to a superior alternative to MASC, in the form of the ProtoMech Myomer Booster). ProtoMechs nine tons and under are also not equipped with ejection systems, and cannot dump ammunition in an emergency. Additionally, though the highly-advanced heat sinks used by ProtoMechs means they never build up heat from firing their weapons or moving, they are more adversely affected by extreme temperatures, including fire and Inferno ammunition, than 'Mechs. Those equipped with arms are also unable to flip or reverse them, requiring that they twist their torso to hit opponents directly behind them.[9]
Like other units, the individual ProtoMech designs have their own roles which are determined by speed, armor, and equipment. Some, like the Siren, use their high speed for recon work. Others like the Gorgon can provide fire support, though not to the same degree that heavier vehicles can.
Besides the standard biped ProtoMechs ranging from 2 to 9 tons, UltraHeavy ProtoMechs also exist ranging from 10 to 15 tons (overlapping in tonnage and capability with some BattleMechs), and there are also both Quadrupedal and Glider ProtoMechs.[10]
First Generation ProtoMechs[edit]
Second Generation ProtoMechs[edit]
Later Designs[edit]
1. Technical Readout: 3060, p 188, "History of the Protomech"
2. Technical Readout: 3060, p 188, "The Secret Plan"
3. Technical Readout: 3060, pp 188-189, "The Breakthrough"
4. Technical Readout: 3060, p. 189, "ProtoMech Pilots"
5. Technical Readout: 3060, p. 190, "ProtoMech Deployment"
6. Technical Readout: 3075, p. 114, p. 150-165
7. TechManual, p. 77-79, "Project: ProtoMechs"
8. Necromo Nightmare, pp. 20-21 "Gamemaster's Sourcebook - Zombification - Zombies and Technology - Manei Domini ProtoMechs"
9. 9.0 9.1 9.2 Technical Readout: 3060, p. 189-194
10. Interstellar Operations, "Expanded ProtoMechs"
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Tuesday, February 12, 2013
The Strangulation of Melissa Trotter
Two seemingly insignificant incidents intersected recently in surprising fashion. The surprise, to me at least, is that I have long overlooked a powerful argument of Larry Swearingen's innocence. I have overlooked a gaping hole in the State's theory of the crime.
The first incident occurred as I was working my way through the Numb3rs episodes on Netflix. I was watching Season 1, Episode 8. From TV.com:
A man wanted for stock fraud is found garroted in his apartment, and the crime is eerily similar to a murder committed a year earlier, a case in which Don closed when an ex-con confessed. Now, Don must re-investigate the old case to determine if he put an innocent man in jail. He asks Charlie to go over the evidence to see if he missed anything the first time around.
As part of his review, Charlie finds that "according to the FBI's crime stats, in the entire country, three or four people are killed with a garrote every year."
Holy Rarity, Batman!
I had become so used to reading / researching cases of strangulation that I simply presumed they were frequent. Melissa Trotter was strangled with one leg of a pantyhose, and Texas wants to execute Larry Swearingen as her murderer.
I've been writing about Anthony Allen Shore who acknowledges strangling four other young women to death. Shore is far more likely the one who murdered Melissa Trotter than is Swearingen, particularly since Swearingen was in jail when Trotter was murdered.
I've looked a little into the case of Boston Strangler (who almost certainly was not Albert DeSalvo), and I'm aware of the Hillside Strangler (who was actually two people working in concert).
JonBenet Ramsey was also strangled.
I really could go on and on, so the number of 3 to 4 strangulations per year seemed way too low. I therefore assumed the show's writers meant a particular type of ligature. I also thought a garrote was a ligature with a handle at each end, used as per the sketch below.
The murder weapon used in the Numb3rs episode only reinforced my belief. Here's a portion of the garrote from that episode. If those gloves had a length of wire between them, then they would fit my understanding of a garrote. If, on the other hand, those gloves were bound tightly together by the wiring, they would not fit my understanding of a garrote.
Here's a portion of the murder weapon used in the JonBenet Ramsey case. The FBI referred to it as a garrote. If there was another similar handle on the other end, it would fit my notion of a garrote.
Here's the device Anthony Allen Shore used to kill Carmen Estrada: There was only one handle, and Shore used it to tighten the ligature by twisting it.
When I begin checking definitions, however, I find only modest support for my thought that a garrote must include two handles, or even one. Instead I find that many sources define garrote as simply a synonym for a ligature. From Wikipedia:
A stick may be used to tighten the garrote (the Spanish word actually refers to the stick itself) so it is a pars pro toto where the eponymous component may actually be absent. In Spanish, the term may also refer to a rope and stick used to constrict a limb as a torture device.
From that article, here's a photo of someone being executed by means of a garrote (Manila, 1901):
A method of execution formerly practiced in Spain, in which a tightened iron collar is used to strangle or break the neck of a condemned person. ... A cord or wire used for strangling.
A method of execution by strangulation ... the apparatus used ... an implement (as a wire with a handle at each end) for strangulation
A method of capital punishment of Spanish origin in which an iron collar is tightened around a condemned person's neck until death occurs by strangulation or by injury to the spinal column at the base of the brain ... the collarlike instrument used for this method of execution ... an instrument, usually a cord or wire with handles attached at the ends, used for strangling a victim.
From Lexic:
An iron collar formerly used in Spain to execute people by strangulation ... something, especially a cord or wire, used for strangulation
A weapon consisting of a wire or cord with handles at each end, used in strangulation ... an iron band placed around the neck and tightened in order to execute somebody
I realized recently that I'm beginning to prefer Bing Maps to Goggle Maps for some applications. Now I realize that I prefer Bing Dictionary to the some of the other online dictionaries, since it reinforces my preconceived notion of what constitutes a garrote.
Even if the Numb3rs episode was correct in that there are only 3 or 4 garrote murders each year in the U.S., that number is of no use to me because it was not accompanied by a definition of garrote. Even if it had been accompanied by a definition, it would have been meaningless in the case of Melissa Trotter since no object (other than the murderer's hands) were used to tighten the pantyhose leg around her neck. I therefore let the number just rattle around in my head.
Later it struck me that I should try and find out how frequently someone is strangled. Perhaps such an occurrence is less common than I assumed. If it was sufficiently rare, it would suggest that Melissa Trotter was more likely murdered by someone known to use a ligature (such as Shore) than someone who had no history of using a ligature (such as Swearingen).
It took me a while, but I finally found this document. Click to enlarge.
Averaging the data for the four years, I get 123.5 strangulations per year out of 14,085 murders per year. That's 0.9%. That includes manual as well as ligature strangulations.
Then I found this document.
This document breaks the data down not only by weapon, but by the age of the victim. Melissa Trotter was only 19 years old when she was murdered. According to the data, in 2002, 1,184 people between the ages of 17 and 19 were murdered. Of those, only 6 were strangled. That's only 0.5%.
This article provides data indicating that the ratio of manual strangulation to ligature strangulation is 10 to 8. The sample size, however, was small.
This article provides data indicating that the ratio of manual strangulation to ligature strangulation is 46 to 23. The mean age of the victims, however, was 78 years.
Assuming ligature strangulations constitute 40% of all strangulations, they constitute only 0.2% of all homicides.
Whatever the final, more precise numbers may be, it is exceptionally unlikely that Melissa Trotter was murdered by anyone other than a person who has demonstrated a propensity for ligature strangulation. Larry Swearingen is not such a person. Anthony Allen Shore is.
So much for the first of two intersecting incidents in this already overly-long post. I'll have to pick up the pace for the second of the two intersecting incidents.
Three days ago I received a comment to my post Spectacular News in the Swearingen Case from astute reader Matthew Faler.
I responded with:
His comment and my reply, coupled with the infrequency with which people kill via ligature strangulation, caused me to do what I should have done early on. If I had been a juror in the case and if I had failed as I had just failed as a blogger, I would have difficulty living with myself. That task is challenging enough as it is.
Here's what I didn't do. I didn't attempt to recreate the crime, even in my mind. I never walked through the State's case step-by-step to see if it made sense, to see if they proved the critical elements beyond a reasonable doubt. I was so focused (initially) on the post-conviction science and (later) on the possibility that Shore killed Trotter that I failed to carefully walk through the State's case. It wouldn't have been hard. It wouldn't have taken very long.
I'll do it now, at least the portion immediately surrounding the murder. The State claimed that Swearingen and Trotter had recently met and had arranged to have lunch the next day. Swearingen told some friends that he had met a young woman named Melissa and that if things went well, he would "have Melissa for lunch."
Swearingen picked up Melissa at the community college where Melissa went to school. After a delay no greater than an hour and a half, the two arrived at Swearingen's mobile home. While there, the two had a sexual encounter that left a bruise on the wall of Trotter's vagina. At some point, there was a struggle that left Swearingen's home in disarray. Swearingen strangled Trotter with one leg of his wife's pantyhose, put Trotter in his truck, drove to the Sam Houston National Forest, dumped Trotter's body, then returned home.
Here's where the State's case makes absolutely no sense. After having sex, Swearingen decided to kill Trotter, for whatever reason. To kill his victim, he didn't use a firearm, as do 70% of the murderers in this country. Perhaps he didn't own a firearm, or have it at the ready, or feared the noise.
Nor did Swearingen stab his victim to death, as do 13% of the murderers in this country. Surely he had a knife or pair of scissors in his home. He must have had something of the sort in order to cut one leg from his wife's pantyhose.
Nor did Swearingen asphyxiate his victim, as do 6.4% of all murderers in this country. There must have been a pillow nearby.
Nor did Swearingen pummel or kick or stomp his victim to death, with his hands or feet, as do 6.2% of murderers in this country. I know that those makeshift weapons were handy.
Nor did Swearingen bludgeon his victim with a blunt object, as do 4.4% of murderers in this country. Surely he had a frying pan or a hammer laying around.
Nor did Swearingen strangle his victim with his bare hands, as do 0.6% of murderers in this country. Once again, I'm confident those makeshift weapons were readily available.
Instead, according to the State, Swearingen elected to strangle his victim with a ligature, as do only 0.2% of the murderers in this country. Only 1 in 500 murders is committed by ligature strangulation, and the State's case is even more unlikely than that, more unlikely than 1 in 500.
In a moment of passion and panic, Swearingen did not just grab a nearby object to strangle his victim. He did not use any of the victim's clothing, such as a sweater arm, or a brassiere, or a belt. Nor did he use a pillowcase or a lamp cord. According to the State, Swearingen decided to use his wife's pantyhose.
But the State's case is still more unlikely than described so far.
Swearingen took time to manufacture a ligature from his wife's pantyhose. Instead of stabbing or cutting his victim with a knife or scissors, he used a knife or scissors to stab or cut his wife's pantyhose. The State offers no explanation why Swearingen would do such a thing in such a frantic moment, nor does it explain what Melissa Trotter may have been doing while Swearingen manufactured the ligature that would be used to kill her.
And still it is worse than all this.
According to the State, Swearingen left the remainder her of his wife's pantyhose behind when he took Melissa's body to Sam Houston National Forest. He presumably removed the body from his home so that his crime would not be discovered, but he left the obvious remnant of the murder weapon behind.
He couldn't have left it behind carelessly or unconsciously. It must have been deliberate, because he hid the remnant of his hastily crafted murder weapon so well that the police were unable to find it on either of two thorough searches. Swearingen hid it so well that it would not be discovered for three weeks, in the garbage outside his home, after the police finally knew which murder weapon was used to kill Melissa Trotter.
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Plain Sense I
It’s time that we talked a bit about the “plain sense” of Scripture. I’ve seen a certain amount in the blogosphere recently about the plain sense, so I thought I’d say a word or two (or a couple thousand) about it to give a biblical scholar’s perspective on the issue.
I. A Short History of the Plain Sense
The main argument in Church history that led to the need to talk about a “plain sense” of the Scriptures is, of course, the Reformation. John Calvin, Martin Luther, and others argued for the pespecuity of the Scriptures which is a fancy way of saying that the Scriptures are clear and understandable. As long as a person has the Spirit, they can understand what the Spirit meant in the composition of Scripture. Now–that was a loaded sentence so we’ll say a few things about what they were saying and what they weren’t–and yes, I’ll be working with some sweeping generalizations here.
A. Rejection of the Need for a Magisterium
In the first place, the claim of the perspecuity of the Scriptures was a reaction to the atmosphere of the Late Medieval Roman Catholic Church. Perhaps the most important meaning of their declaration is that a magisterium with an authoritative interpretation of Scripture was unnecessary. Note, please, they weren’t saying hat the teaching of the magisterium was necessarily wrong (at least not on all points); they were arguing that it was unnecessary and that Christians could read and understand Scripture for themselves.
With this statement, they were making a bit of a departure from standard church practice. In the first place, they were sanctioning giving the whole Scriptures to the people in their own language. We focus on the latter part but the former part was the real issue. After all, there had been vernacular translations and paraphrases of certain sections for quite a long time.
Giving the whole Scriptures to the people was a rather problematic endeavor. The Church had noticed that heresies arose when people read the Scriptures for themselves–and by themselves. After all, the Marcionites, Arians, Nestorians, Sabellians, Cathars, etc. were not heretics because they *weren’t* reading the Scriptures; they *were* reading them, reading them improperly, and thus the Scriptures were promoting the problem, not solving it.
Furthermore, there was always anxiety around the Old Testament. The Church believed and taught that the Old Testament and New Testament fit together as a seamless whole. The revelation of Jesus superceded parts of the OT. After all, according to Paul the Law was a pedagogue–the slave who instructed children–but since the children have achieved their majority as inheritors of the kingdom, the pedagogue can be dispensed with. More particularly–the Church knew which sections no longer applied. Any old Joe who picked up a Bible didn’t..
Looking at the Old English material, this anxiety can be clearly seen. Ælfric in his sermons warns against applying the old law in a blanket fashion (like in the sermon for the Circumcision of Our Lord); Æthelwold in his translation of Benedict’s Rule warns against the monks hearing of the Books of Samuel and Kings outside of a liturgical setting where they were properly (i.e., typologically) interpreted.
As a result, lay people–the literate ones at least–were given only parts of Scripture (like the Psalms) and edited portions of the Gospels for their reflection and pious devotion. The Reformers threatened this whole system.
B. Rejection of Interpretive Methodologies
Another facet of this insistence on the perspecuity of Scripture was directed towards the abuses of allegorical interpretation. And there were certainly abuses that needed correcting. Look at any sermon or interpretation of the number of fish caught in the disciples’ net in John 21 and you’ll see a perfect example of what I mean–wild speculation abounds. The Reformers were arguing that these excesses violated the clear meaning of Scripture. There are at least two things to keep in mind, though: 1) the Reformers themselves were schooled in and used these “allegorical” methods and 2) these were pre-Scholastic methods operating in a post-Scholastic environment.
First, the Reformers were themselves schooled in these methods of interpretation; it was deep in their bones. Consequently, when you open their writings–and I’m thinking specifically of some of Luther’s sermons here–you find exactly the same thing. While they rejected the excesses of the method, they knew and used the method itself. Understanding their rejection of it means understanding the limits they thought should be palced on it.
Second, these reading methods were quite old. They were patristic, in fact, and sprang from the reading methods of Late Antiquity. Allegorical interpretation proper is most often found coming from a monastic milieu (Gregory the Great being a foremost promoter) that operated within the categories of Stoic philosopy. That is, their focus and interest was on human action–moral action in particular. Taking seriously that all Scripture was inspired to be profitable and upbuilding, they played in and with the text within the boundaries of the creeds. They would take texts that seemed (to them) to serve little or no useful function and wring it for every potential bit of profit, sometimes utilizing rather unusual mental gymnastics to find some divine honey.
Scholasticism with its Aristotelianism and later Nominalism explored and used the texts in different ways than the Stoic-flavored contemplative readings. Under the dialectical schoolmen, the texts became less a playground and far more a mine for doctrine. This is the attitude that the Reformers brought. If the text was a source of axioms for theological proofs, it had to have a stable meaning that didn’t change so much. So–allegory had to be curtailed if not rejected. Note that Aquinas interprets the Scriptures the same way; the literal sense is the sense to be used for the establishment of doctrine.
Now, these two meanings were the anti-Roman meanings of the Reformers’ dicta. But–here are some other factors embedded in there as well.
C. The Agency of the Holy Spirit
The Reformers–like the Catholic magisterium–believed that the whole text, Old and New Testament, was written by a single author: the Holy Spirit. Furthermore, the Spirit taught how the Bible was to be read. Without the Spirit, the Reformers believed that the Scriptures were inscrutiable–or at least could not be rightly read. Thus, they assumed the unity of the OT and NT, and that some literal meanings were either not correct or had been superceded.
One of the most important safeguards here is that if the whole Scriptures were by the Holy Spirit all apparent contradictions within Scripture are just that–apparent rather than actual. For instance . . . when in his ministry did Jesus cleanse the Temple: at the beginning as reported in John or at the end as in the Synoptics? (Many interpreters concerned with contradiction asserted that he did it both times. You’ll still find this today in some circles.) Potentially more damaging, who are the “brothers and sisters” of Jesus recorded in the gospels? Could they really be the biological children of Joseph and Mary–who, it was taught, were celibate? (These family members were interpreted as cousins.)
What happened when the Reformers put the Scriptures in the hands of the people is what the magisterium predicted–problems. People without the discipline and teaching of the Church–often without even a basic understanding of the creeds–began interpreting the Scriptures in ways that neither the magisterium nor the Reformers intended. Various heresies were soon revisited. Antinomian controversies rocked the nascent Lutheran Church. The “Enthusiasts” began proclaiming complete liberty from all morality. Calvinists, in particular, attempted to translate the legisltion of Torah into the law of the land with remarkable failures. Marian devotion plummeted after the first generation of Reformers. In short–they had a mess on their hands.
One of the outgrowths (and causes) of the Reformation was Renaissance learning. Western scholars started studying Greek and Hebrew, old texts were compared with one another, and Protestant biblical scholars began talking about the grammatical sense of the text. As these trends progressed and universities became the locus of major biblical interpretation, the grammatical sense became a way of saying “the clear sense not constrained by a Catholic interpretation.” As things moved even further this became “the clear sense not constrained by either Catholic or Protestant interpretations.” Finally, it became “the clear sense free from any dogmatic constraints” and we were on our way towards the scientific study of Scripture.
The sceintific study of the Scriptures began doing its work which included noticing all sorts of contradictions, seams in the texts, historical blunders, and many of the traditional presuppositions were called into question. The original intentions of the author became the dominant “meaning” but the authors in question were now the many separate human authors rather than the Spirit. Finally, the accuracy of what the text revealed was questioned. Questions of cosmology, biology, and history arose as the texts were read without dogmatic restraints and as they were read in parallel with other contemporary texts.
Finally, certain parts of Protestantism could no longer ignore these developments and they began a backlash against this method of reading the text. The result was a certain hardening or rigidity of reading known to us as fundamentalism. The fundamentalists, in a way, insisted on what the Reformers did–that there was a single correct literal sense of the text over against other ways of reading–but they were arguing something different against different opponents from what the Reformers had been arguing. This is the point when the novel notions of infallibility and inerrancy were introduced. So, these are the seeds of modern day “literalism.”
The problem of terminology now arises. In essence, the fundamentalists and the biblical scholars were in agreement: most passages of the Bible have a more or less obvious meaning. To interpret them apart from that is to depart from the clear or plain sense of the text. I don’t say “literal” here because a strict literalism means a rejection of figures, schemes, and tropes in a way that is itself an aberration.
As all self-conscious readers of texts know, sometimes a text signals that its contents are not meant to be read literally. Figures and tropes are clearly literary devices and should be read that way. When Jeremiah says that the Word of God is a hammer, no rational person thinks that God’s breath congeals as a hand tool. Furthermore, certain genres in Scripture clearly signal that they are to be read with a different set of understandings–unless you believe that there is a literal seven-headed red dragon running around somewhere a la Revelation.
In order to avoid these misinterpretations and misrepresentations, both biblical scholars, fundamentalists, and other believers talk about the “plain sense of the text.” And I don’t think that this is a problem. In fact, I am prepared to argue that this is the sense that the great majority of all Christians use when they sit down to read the Bible (or any other text for that matter). So–what’s the problem?
(To be continued…)
One Reply to “Plain Sense I”
1. Just wanted you to know that I did read this. Even though I didn’t want to, given the topic.
(It’s good, BTW. Interesting history. You’re like an encyclopedia.)
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How to Get Rid of Dead Skin Cells: The Importance of Exfoliators
a woman with perfect skinEvery minute of every single day, your skin sheds up to 40,000 dead skin cells. That is if your skin is generally healthy to begin with.
Factors such as dry skin and age, however, could mean that your body isn’t capable of shedding dead skin cells as efficiently as it should. When these accumulate, they could make your skin look pasty and rough or worse, contribute to clogging your pores. This, in turn, could lead to acne.
Fortunately, routine use of physical and chemical exfoliants or exfoliators could help in sloughing off these pesky dead skin cells.
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These work by loosening dead skin cells using mildly abrasive ingredients. They usually come in facial cleansers, scrubs, or masks with rough exfoliating particles, such as the exfoliating facial mask of Kedma Skin Care, with walnut shell powder and Dead Sea minerals.
Physical exfoliators are especially great for people with acne-prone and oily skin, as they get rid of debris and dead skin cells that clog pores. Do note, though, that some physical exfoliators could be quite harsh, especially if you have particularly sensitive or reactive skin. You would need a light and gentle hand when applying them.
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Bead: Wikis
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
A pair of beads made from Nassarius sea snail shells, approximately 100,000 years old, are thought to be the earliest known examples of jewellery. [1][2]
Types of beads
Cloisonné beads
Beads may be divided into several types of overlapping categories, based on different criteria such as component materials, manufacturing process, place or period of origin, surface patterning, or general shape. In some cases, such as millefiori and cloisonné beads, multiple categories may overlap in an inseparably interdependent fashion.
Beads can be made of many types of materials. The earliest beads were made of convenient natural materials; when found, these could be readily drilled and shaped. As human technology became capable of obtaining or working with more difficult natural materials, those were added to the range of available substrates. The same was true of new synthetic materials when created.
In modern manufacture, the most common bead materials are plastics, glass, metals, and stones.
Natural materials
Beads are still made from many naturally-occurring materials, both organic (i.e., of animal- or plant-based origin) and inorganic (purely mineral origin). However, some of these materials now routinely undergo some extra human intervention beyond mere shaping and drilling, such as color enhancement via dyes or irradiation.
The natural organics include bone, coral, horn, ivory, seeds (such as tagua nuts), animal shell, and wood. For most of human history, pearls were the ultimate precious beads of natural origin because of their rarity, although the pearl-culturing process has now made them far more common. Amber and jet are also of natural organic origin, although both materials have undergone partial geologic fossilization.
The natural inorganics include various types of stones (from gemstones to common minerals) and metals. Of the latter, only a few precious metals occur in pure forms, but other purified base metals may as well be placed in this category along with certain naturally-occurring alloys such as electrum.
Synthetic materials
Fusible beads
The oldest-surviving synthetic materials used for beadmaking have generally been ceramics: pottery and glass. Beads were also made from the ancient alloys such as bronze and brass, but as those were more vulnerable to oxidation, those have generally been less well-preserved at archaeological sites.
Plastic fusible beads are also known as Perler Beads, or called "melty beads" by young children. These small colorful beads can be placed on a solid plastic-backed peg array to form designs and then melted together with a clothes iron; alternately, they can be strung into necklaces or bracelets, or woven into keychains. Fusible beads come in many colors and degrees of transparency/opacity, including varieties that glow in the dark or have internal glitter; peg boards come in various shapes and several geometric patterns.
Pressed glass beads (matte finish with an AB coating)
A smaller and more expensive subset of glass and lead crystal beads are cut into precise faceted shapes on an individual basis. This was once done by hand, but has largely been taken over by precision machinery.
"Fire-polished" faceted beads are a less expensive alternative to hand-cut faceted glass or crystal. They derive their name from the second half of a two-part process: first, the glass batch is poured into molds with faceted shapes and allowed to cool; the faceted beads are then poured onto a tray and briefly reheated just long enough to melt the surface, "polishing" out any minor surface irregularities from the mold.
Specialized glass techniques/types
Dichroic beads (10 millimetres (0.39 in))
Furnace glass beads
Most of these glass subtypes are some form of fused glass, although goldstone is created by controlling the reductive atmosphere of the glass batch rather than by fusing separate components together.
• Bugle beads
Hair pipe beads
Elk rib bones were the original material for the long, tubular hair pipe beads.[3] Today these beads are commonly made of bison and water buffalo bones and are that popular for breastplates and chokers among Plains Indians. Black variations of these beads are made from the animals' horns.
Seed beads
Place or period of origin
Carved Cinnabar lacquer beads
Czech glass beads are made in the Czech Republic, centralized around an area called Jablonec nad Nisou. Production of glass beads in the area dates back to the 14th century, though production was depressed under communist rule. Because of this long tradition, their workmanship and quality has an excellent reputation.
Vintage beads, in the collectibles and antique market, refers to an items that are at 25 or more years old. Vintage beads are available in materials that include lucite, plastic, crystal, metal and glass.
Miscellaneous ethnic beads
Tibetan Dzi beads and Rudraksha beads are customary for making Buddhist and Hindu rosaries (malas). Magatama are traditional Japanese beads, and cinnabar was often used for beads in China. Wampum are cylindrical white or purple beads made from quahog or North Atlantic channeled whelk shells by northeastern Native American tribes, such as the Wampanoag and Shinnecock.[4] Job's tears are a popular seed beads among southeastern Native American tribes.
Surface patterns
After shaping, glass and crystal beads can have their surface appearance enhanced by etching a translucent frosted layer, applying an additional color layer, or both. Aurora Borealis, or AB, is a surface coating that diffuses light into a rainbow. Other surface coatings are vitrail, moonlight, dorado, satin, star shine, heliotrope.
See also
1911 encyclopedia
Up to date as of January 14, 2010
From LoveToKnow 1911
BEAD, a small globule or ball used in necklaces, and made of different materials, as metal, coral, diamond, amber, ivory, stone, pottery, glass, rock-crystal and seeds. The word is derived from the Middle Eng. bede, from the common Teutonic word for "to pray," cf. German beten and English bedesman, the meaning being transferred from "prayer" to the spherical bodies strung on a rosary and used in counting prayers. Beads have been made from remote antiquity, and are found in early Egyptian tombs; variegated glass beads, found in the ground in certain parts of Africa, as Ashantiland, and highly prized by the natives as aggry- beads, are supposed to be of Egyptian or Phoenician origin. Beads of the more expensive materials are strung in necklaces and worn as articles of personal adornment, while the cheaper kinds are employed for the decoration of women's dress. Glass beads have long been used for purposes of barter with savage tribes, and are made in enormous numbers and varieties, especially in Venice, where the manufacture has existed from at least the 14th century. Glass, either transparent, or of opaque coloured enamel (smalti), or having complex patterns produced by the twisting of threads of coloured glass through a transparent body, is drawn out into long tubes, from which the beads are pinched off, and finished by being rotated with sand and ashes in heated cylinders.
In architecture, the term "bead" is given to a small cylindrical moulding, in classic work often cut into bead and reel.
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Definition from Wiktionary, a free dictionary
Old English ġebed, from Germanic. Cognate with Dutch bede, German Gebet.
bead (plural beads)
1. (archaic) Prayer, later especially with a rosary. [from 9th c.]
• 1760, Laurence Sterne, The Life & Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman, Penguin 2003, p. 115:
That he must believe in the Pope;—go to Mass;—cross himself;—tell his beads;—be a good Catholick, and that this, in all conscience, was enough to carry him to heaven.
2. Each in a string of small balls making up the rosary or paternoster. [from 14th c.]
3. A small round object with a hole to allow it to be threaded on a cord or wire. [from 15th c.]
4. A small drop of water or other liquid. [from 16th c.]
beads of sweat
5. A rigid edge of a tire that mounts it on a wheel; tire bead. [from 20th c.]
Derived terms
to bead
Third person singular
Simple past
Past participle
Present participle
to bead (third-person singular simple present beads, present participle beading, simple past and past participle beaded)
1. (intransitive) To form into a bead.
The raindrops beaded on the car's waxed finish.
2. (transitive) To apply beads to.
She spent the morning beading the gown.
3. (transitive) To form into a bead.
He beaded some solder for the ends of the wire.
be- + ad
• IPA: /ˈbɛɒd/
• Hyphenation: be‧ad
1. hand in
See also
Verb form
1. (nonstandard) 1st person sing. future of .
I will be
Related terms
• beidh (synthetic)
• beir (2d person sing. synthetic, nonstandard)
• beimid (1st person pl. synthetic)
• beid (3d person pl. synthetc, nonstandard)
• beifear (autonomous)
Irish mutation
Radical Lenition Eclipsis
bead bhead mbead
Note: Some of these forms may be hypothetical. Not every
possible mutated form of every word actually occurs.
Old English
• IPA: /bæ:ad/
Verb form
1. first- and third-person singular preterite of bēodan
Simple English
A bead is a small item with a hole in it for stringing. Beads can be made from many different things including wood, glass, and gemstones. The oldest known beads are over 100,000 years old.[1][2]
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