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At lunch, Zichen told her two co workers that she was considering going to a new place for her vacation. Feeling more adventurous this year? Ted said. Since Zichen had begun to work with Henry and Ted, thirteen years earlier, she had taken two weeks off every November to visit China—her hibernation retreat, as Ted called it. England, she said now when he asked, and she wondered which would be more adventurous in her colleagues' opinion, England or China.
Henry had been sent to Vietnam at eighteen, and had returned to Iowa six months later with ruptured intestines; at nineteen, barely recovered, he had married his high-school sweetheart. Every summer he and Caroline spent three weeks in a lakeside cabin in Wisconsin with their children and grandchildren. The farthest place Ted had travelled to was Chicago. A few years earlier, he had accompanied his daughter there for a high-school volleyball tournament; her team had lost in the final match, and with his daughter now a senior at the state university Ted still held Chicago responsible for the disappointment.
What's there to see in England in November? Ted asked. Zichen did not answer, because anything she said would fall short of his expectations. In previous years, he had wondered belligerently what there was to see in China, and Henry had been the one to shush Ted. Like Zichen's other acquaintances in America, they had been led to believe that in China she had a pair of parents, and that, like many, she had wedged some distance between herself and her parents, reducing her filial duty to an annual two-week visit.
What about China? Henry asked, laying out his lunch—a sandwich, a thermos of soup, and a banana—on a paper napkin. His time in the Army must have taught him to keep the contents of his life in good order. Henry was a neat man, his lab coat clean, what remained of his hair combed and parted precisely; he was quiet, but said enough not to seem sullen.
Her parents were taking a tour to Thailand with a group of retired people, Zichen said. Why couldn't she meet them in Thailand? Ted demanded, and predicted that she would see nothing in England but rain and coldness and people who were too polite to ask her to repeat her name.
There was a reason to visit a place where one's name was unpronounceable, Zichen thought, just as there was a reason that her parents continued to share a life in their daughter's mind. A month from now, rather than telling Henry and Ted about England, Zichen knew she would be relating tales of her parents' trip to Thailand: the crowded marketplace after nightfall, the cabaret show that they disliked but felt obliged to enjoy because it was said to be the highlight of their tour, the hotel bed that was too hard, or perhaps too soft. There were other moments, also imagined, though these she would keep to herself: her father's insistence on splitting a dish in a restaurant because he was unwilling to pay for two, her mother eying a grain of rice on her father's sleeve without pointing it out. They would've been one of those couples who had married young, and had, over the years, developed their separate ways to live with the mistake, he with his tyranny, she with her wordless contempt.
Henry, Ted, and Zichen worked in an animal-care center, in a two-story brick building next to a research facility that a hundred years ago had been an infirmary for tuberculosis patients. Because they were on the edge of a university town—the facility, a satellite site that housed some projects from the medical school, was in the middle of cornfields—the three of them had over the years become a more or less autonomous unit. Janice, their supervisor, a tall and angular woman who took pride in her extreme fairness and efficiency, came for a routine inspection once a week; Dr. Wilson, the attending veterinarian, a genial and absent-minded man, was about to retire any day now. The only crisis since Zichen had begun to work there—if one did not count the time the water was contaminated and fifty cages of mice contracted hepatitis, or the occasions when breeding went wrong, and the due date passed without a litter, or worse, with a disturbed mother mouse feeding on her own babies—was when a group of animal-rights activists had tried to break into the building on the eve of the new millennium. They had given up when the alarm went off, and instead liberated cages of minks from a farm thirty miles west on the country road. The farmer and his family had recovered less than a third of their loss, the local paper had reported. The rest of the minks, the farmer had told the Gazette, would not survive the Midwest winter and their many predators.
Zichen had been reading the newspaper in the office, pondering the fate of the homeless minks, when Henry, looking over her shoulder, said that he and the farmer had gone to the same high school. She was about to express her sympathy for his old classmate when Henry mentioned that the guy had once pursued Caroline when he was in Vietnam. She was glad that Caroline had not married the mink farmer, Zichen said, and Henry said he was, too, though come to think about it, perhaps Caroline wouldn't have minded a mink coat. Ted, entering the office with a stack of yellow death slips to file and overhearing the conversation, reminded Henry that a mink farmer's wife does not wear mink, just as cobblers' children have no shoes. What does that mean? Zichen asked. When the expression was explained to her, she thought of the way her grandmother used to clip her hair shorter than a boy's, in summer or winter, but this would not make a good office tale.
Zichen had grown up in her grandmother's hair salon—a small shack really, at the entrance of an apartment complex, with a wooden plank propped up by two stacks of bricks that served as a bench for the waiting customers, a folding chair in front of a mirror that hung from a low beam, and a makeshift washstand, next to which a kettle of water was kept warm on a coal stove. On the curtain that separated the salon from the bed shared by Zichen and her grandmother, there were prints of bunnies, white on a green-and-yellow background. There was no window in the shack, and a fluorescent light was turned on the moment her grandmother opened up the shop and continued buzzing until the end of the day, giving everything a perpetual bluish-white hue.
That her grandmother could have had an easier life in her old age was made clear to Zichen from her first years: Zichen's two uncles—her mother's elder brothers—would have dutifully taken in their mother, and between the two families they would have seen to it that she had a decent retirement. But how could you burden your own sons with a child like that? her grandmother used to ask her customers, as though the time Zichen had spent in the shop learning to sit up and then to walk, and later to assist her grandmother, handing her warm towels or cleaning the ashtrays—two blue-and-white china bowls placed at either end of the bench, the rims chipped, filled with smoldering cigarette ends and streaks of ash—had never softened the shock of the child's existence. It would have been a different story had she been an orphan, her grandmother would say; it would have been sensible for any uncle to take in an orphan, a statement her audience readily agreed with. Indeed, a woman who had run away with a man against her family's wish, who had given birth to a baby out of wedlock, and had then been abandoned by the man—that mother would have done her baby more of a favor had she died during childbirth.
It hadn't taken long for Zichen to piece together her own story from the parts alluded to by her grandmother and uncles and customers and neighbors: that her grandmother had agreed to raise her on the condition that her mother sever all connections with the family; that a couple had once come to the shop to look her over, but then decided not to adopt her; that she owed her life not only to her grandmother, who had to toil at an age when other women could rest, but also to the patrons of the shop, who remained loyal to her grandmother because of the responsibility they felt toward her.
Sitting on a bamboo stool in a corner and listening to her own luck, both good and bad, discussed, Zichen would clandestinely move her feet and make piles of hair according to a system known only to her. Inevitably the game would be interrupted by the strokes of her grandmother's broom, but even that did not disturb Zichen, as the disassembling of the small hills of hair could also be part of her scheme. Quit grinning like an idiot, her grandmother would sometimes tell Zichen, turning from her clipping, and Zichen would straighten her face, but when her grandmother turned back to her customer she smiled again at the back of a man's half-shaved head, or at the shoelaces of someone waiting on the bench. Where on earth did the girl get that smile? her grandmother complained to the customers. One would think a child like that should know how to make people forget her for a moment.
Hydrangea House, a sixteenth-century timber-framed house, had served as a family home for generations before it was turned into a B. and B.; Zichen wondered, reading the information provided on its Web site, how such a change had come about. Perhaps the owners would tell her when she asked—if not the whole story, then bits and pieces that would nevertheless delight her.
On the Web site, there were no photographs of the kind that other places, with more business-minded management, displayed: blooming flowers in a garden or soft-colored curtains lifted by unseen wind. Instead, a small sketch of the house, made in ink or perhaps pencil, showed little except a whitewashed front wall and four rectangular windows. It was said to be "never a grand house"; two rooms, the Rose Room and the Lilac Room, were available upstairs.
The modest, almost apologetic way that Hydrangea House advertised itself made it easy for Zichen to choose it. The trip to England, despite Henry's bafflement and Ted's disapproval, was becoming a certainty in her mind. Tomorrow she would buy the plane ticket; next week she would call and reserve a room.
Contrary to Henry and Ted's beliefs, Zichen was neither an experienced nor a willing traveller. The summer she had begun to work at the animal-care center, Ted had invited her, along with Caroline and Henry, to a picnic on the Fourth of July. She had apologized and said that she needed to go to the East Coast to visit her husband, who had finished graduate school earlier that year and moved away for a job.
Before the holiday weekend, she had purchased more food than she could consume, and for four days she had hidden herself in her apartment and worked slowly through a Latin reader of Cicero's speeches. She had picked up the book from the library not for any grand ideas she might glean from the text; sometimes she forgot a sentence the moment she figured out its meaning. But the effort of making sense out of something that was at first glance indecipherable satisfied her, as did the slowness of the activity: an hour or two would pass as she made her way through one passage on a war; a day that would have otherwise been long was shortened.
Her interest in a dead language had been one of the things her husband had held against her when he asked for the divorce, which to Zichen had come neither as a surprise nor as a disappointment. There was a practical order of things for an immigrant couple like them, he had once explained to her. They would start a family when they had finally made it, he'd said comfortingly when the baby that Zichen so desired, who must have sensed itself unwanted by its father, miscarried. He'd had plans for her to go to graduate school to become a statistician, or an accountant, or a nurse, part of that order of things that would help them make it in the new country; he was finishing a Ph.D. in mathematics, and had a goal of working on Wall Street. Zichen, never arguing, for arguing was not in her nature, nevertheless dismissed his blueprint for her career with unconcealed resistance. There was no use in her copying Latin vocabulary onto flashcards, he had yelled at her—only once, as yelling was not in his nature, either—when she had outraged him by missing the G.R.E. test he had registered her to take, wasting more than a hundred dollars, half a month's rent.
The marriage had ended shortly before he moved away, but Zichen had used him to excuse herself from two years of social life. The cheek of it. When she lied to Henry and Ted, she could hear her grandmother's words, those she would say after Zichen had read her report card aloud in the shop. Unable to concentrate, the teachers commented every year; a lack of interest in both studying and participating in school activities. Her grades were meagre, barely good enough for her to proceed to the next level. What will you do with your life if you don't catch up with your schoolwork? her grandmother's customers ceaselessly asked her; not knowing the answer, she would smile as though she did not understand the question, and it was her smile more than her grades that had marked her as beyond teachable.
Zichen had given Henry and Ted a skeletal account of her divorce the third year into her work, as it had not felt right to continue to lie about a marriage that no longer existed. But an ex-husband was easy to be done with and never mentioned again, while a pair of parents, even if they lived on another continent, needed careful maintenance: an annual trip; phone calls that brought news from China; presents to take home—Wisconsin ginseng for her father, anti-aging cream for her mother.
She could easily take the usual trip back to China this year, a routine unbroken, thus causing little concern or suspense, but the truth was the shack that had housed her grandmother's shop had been demolished, her grandmother reduced to an urn of ashes. Her grandmother had lived in the shop until a month before her death, at ninety-three, and Zichen knew that for as long as her grandmother had lived there the shop door was opened every morning, the fluorescent light kept on till closing time, as it was during her annual visits. The news of the death had reached Zichen after the funeral; she had not been invited to it, as she knew her mother had not been. Together they, rather than an early widowhood, were blamed for her grandmother's harsh life; together they had been the old woman's disappointments, a daughter who had brought humiliation to the family, a granddaughter who had rashly married a man she had met twice and had then been unable to stay married for longer than three years.
The B. and B. was in a village called Neville Hill, some distance from Brighton, but to simplify the matter Zichen told Ted and Henry that Brighton was her final destination. They were eating lunch together, savoring one of the last warm autumn days before a cold front set in. She described the places she wanted to see: the promenade, the beach, the English Channel.
"Now, explain two things to me," Ted said, and for a moment Zichen thought Henry looked relieved that someone was going to confront her as he would never do. "First, why do you want to go to the beach in the winter?"
November was not winter yet, Zichen argued, and Ted merely nodded at her with a triumphant smile as though he had cornered a runaway rat that Zichen wasn't able to catch. It was rare that a mouse or a rat slipped through her grip, and when it did happen—a few times over the years—Ted would talk about it for days afterward with a childlike glee. When you touch an animal, it can tell right away if you are nervous or if you are the master, Henry had explained to Zichen when he trained her. Ted, during the first weeks, had liked to seek her out and tell her gruesome tales; his favorite one concerned a homemade rat guillotine that he and Henry had once built for a neurologist's study. But to her co-workers' surprise Zichen had never been jittery. She had applied for the opening because she had no other profitable skills, but in retrospect she wondered if she had found the right job out of blind luck. From the beginning, she had clipped a mouse's ear or prepped a rat for a skin graft as deftly as if she had always worked with animals. Even the bigger mammals had not distressed her: the monkeys that clamored in the cages and made faces at her when she came in with feed or a hose, the forlorn-looking dogs that rarely barked. After her training, Henry had told her that he and Ted would split the care of bigger mammals because they thought her too small, for instance, to dispose of a thirty-pound carcass by herself. The Rodent Queen—on her thirtieth birthday, they had left a toy crown on her desk, the words scrawled on with permanent marker.
"Now, winter or not winter," Ted said. "Why do you want to go to England all by yourself?"
People travelled alone all the time, Zichen said, and there was nothing wrong with that.
"But what are you going to do in a place where you don't know anyone?"
"How do you know I don't know anyone there?" Zichen said, but the moment the words came out she regretted them. Over the years she had become accustomed to who she was in other people's eyes: she knew she would be considered a loser by her Chinese acquaintances in America, a divorced woman toiling her life away in an animal-care facility, someone who had failed to make it; in her landlord's and neighbors' eyes she was the quiet, good-mannered foreigner who paid her rent on time, who every Halloween put out a couple of pumpkins, uncarved but with drawn-on eyes and mouths, and who had no visitors on weekends or holidays, so there was no conflict regarding the guest parking; for her grandmother and her aging customers, who spent their days in the shack for conversation and companionship more than for the care of their thinning hair or balding heads, she was—despite being a baby who should have remained unborn, a child with little merit and an unnerving manner, and a young woman who had no respect for marriage or her own future—a proof, in the end, of the ultimate mercy of life. She had been able to build a life out of her failures, to wire dollars to her grandmother, to return every year like a loyal homing pigeon and sit with the old customers, still with that unnerving smile on her face although they no longer cared; simply sitting with them and listening to them had absolved Zichen of all possible sins.
But it was who she was in the eyes of Henry and Ted that she cherished the most: sure-handed and efficient at her job, quiet yet at times chatty, uncomplicated. That she had memorized passages from "Winnie-the-Pooh," that she had read its Latin translation before reading the English text, she did not share with them, because that would make her an eccentric in their eyes. The things that gave her pleasure—the pile of wood shavings meant for the animals' bedding, which she assembled into small hills; the time she spent imagining her ex-husband in a pale-blue suburban house in New Jersey, his two sons growing up and looking more like him each year, his new wife unaging; the marriage she had given her father, whom she had never known, and her mother, whom she had met only once, in a small one-bedroom apartment in an older neighborhood in Beijing—these she did not share with Henry and Ted, because they would have made her a person with a history, in this or that time, this or that place.
"So, you are meeting someone in England?" Ted said.
"No," Zichen said. "Why should I?"
The unusual confrontational tone in her reply made Ted flinch, as though he had trespassed. He shrugged and, with a theatrical gesture, threw a half-eaten sandwich to a squirrel. Years earlier, Molly, Ted's wife, had asked Zichen if she wanted to meet someone she knew who was available; Henry's wife, Caroline, had mentioned once or twice her Chinese dentist, divorced, according to his office manager. When Zichen had not followed up on either lead, the women had not pressed her. Henry and Ted had never asked about her personal life. The ease into which the three of them had settled left her life outside work irrelevant, and she liked to imagine that for them it was as natural for her to cease to exist the moment she left work as it was natural that she could handle the animals with confidence and calm. The only time they had experienced discomfort was when Henry first trained her to breed the mice—he had asked Ted to be present when he showed her how to detect vaginal plugs, the evidence of successful copulation. Beet red, Henry had grabbed a few females to display their private parts to Zichen, then explained that sometimes the plugs did not guarantee pregnancy. Ted, rearranging the charts on the cages with a look of concentration, had remained uncharacteristically quiet on a subject that he might otherwise have joked about with Henry.
Had Ted been offended by her abruptness, Zichen wondered, but she could not find the words to soften the tension as he continued to whistle to the squirrel, which was ignoring his generosity. She had unwisely opened a door and then clumsily slammed it shut, but perhaps some harm had already been done.
"You'll do just fine," Henry said when it was apparent that Ted would not fill the rest of the lunch break with one of his favorite topics, the upcoming basketball game or a wrestling match. "When you think about it, I've seen my share of pictures of China but never any of England."
Zichen took pictures when she travelled to China, of things she imagined Henry might like to see, or of strange sights that would offer Ted an opportunity to criticize. Yes, she agreed. England would be a good change. She then dusted off the crumbs from the picnic table so that they would not find ants crawling over their space the next day. Before she had joined them, Henry and Ted used to eat in the office, the door open to the hallway with its constant odor of bleach and rodent pellets and damp bedding and dead animals; they did not seem to be bothered by this, but when Henry noticed that Zichen often sat on the steps in front of the building to eat her lunch, he had requested a picnic table as an improvement for their work environment.
Josephina, the proprietress of Hydrangea House, had been easy to talk with on the phone. If she had felt curious as to why a woman from America with an unpronounceable Chinese name would want to spend two weeks in Neville Hill she had not shown it. Zichen wondered, after the phone call, whether the thought would be shared with Josephina's husband; she wondered if they would decide that such a question did not matter in a bed-and-breakfast business.
When she got to Neville Hill, Zichen would explain to the owners that she had come in memory of an elderly woman who had befriended her when she first moved to America. Margaret was the woman's name. She had spent her childhood in Neville Hill before marrying an American pastor, John Hubor, and had lived in the States for fifty-three years. Would the couple at Hydrangea House try to locate a girl in the village's past, one who had left, taken away by a marriage after the war? Perhaps they had heard of a girl named Margaret, or perhaps they would apologize for having no such recollection. The truth was, the name Neville Hill had never been mentioned in any of Zichen's conversations with Margaret, yet it was Neville Hill that Zichen had decided to go to, her research fitting the village to an old woman's descriptions: the school trips to Seaford taken on foot; the car rides to Brighton for special family occasions.
It was in the spring of 1994 when Zichen had met Margaret and John, in a supermarket; the autumn of 1995 when Margaret had been buried in a hillside cemetery. In the aisle between shelves of sugar, flour, and cooking utensils, Margaret had mistaken Zichen for a Chinese student she knew, who had recently graduated and moved to California; John had invited Zichen to become their friend, as the woman before her must have been invited, whose name Margaret had used for Zichen for as long as she had visited their house.
She would describe Margaret to the couple at Hydrangea House, and tell them how Margaret had tutored her in English when she first arrived in America because she had wanted Zichen, a young woman who had left her country for marriage, to have a friendship.
Growing up, Zichen had never had a close friend. A bastard was what some of the children at school had called her, the word learned from older siblings. Once, when Zichen was ten, and tired of being teased by her schoolmates, she had pointed to a neighbor who was passing by on the street and said that he was her real father. The man, overhearing Zichen's claim, had paled but said nothing—he had recently divorced, and his twin daughters had moved away with their mother.
The cheek of it; her grandmother would have been shocked by her shamelessness. The man Zichen had appointed as her father, a week later, asked her if she would like to see a butterfly exhibit that he perhaps imagined his own daughters would enjoy. Across the street from the park was the Friendship Hotel, and after the exhibit the man took her to the hotel entrance. It was one of only two hotels where foreigners were allowed to stay in Beijing, he explained; once, when he and his daughters were there, an American had given each of the girls a chocolate. It was ridiculous to stand in front of a hotel for the prospect of a chocolate; still, Zichen smiled at the two armed guards, and, later, at a pair of foreigners walking out of the hotel. The couple, both with pale skin and straw-colored hair, must have assumed that the man and Zichen were father and daughter, for they signalled and made it understood that they would take a picture of them. It was the first Polaroid Zichen had seen. The man had offered it to her, but she had refused to take it, the unspoken agreement being that their lives would go on as though the outing had never happened.
As a teen-ager she was one of the girls no one wanted to be close to; she was too strange and unpredictable to be a confidante, too inconspicuous to be a subject of any confidences. At that age, friendship had to offer drama or ease; she had been unable to provide either, and later, as a young woman, had been unable to provide either to attract a boy.
Yet it was ease she had offered in Margaret's brightly lit sunroom, giving the old woman the impression that she was tutoring Zichen, although the language they were studying was not English but Latin. Margaret's mind by then had been tangled, and Zichen, working by herself through "Wheelock's Latin," nonetheless allowed the old woman the luxury of repetitions: farmer, farmer, of the farmer, to the farmer, by the farmer, O farmer. Repeated, too, were the memories of Margaret's childhood village, which she must have known by then she would not be able to visit again: the trail that led to a secret pond, the couple in the red-roofed farmhouse giving birth to a baby who had six fingers on one hand. Every spring saw a batch of new chicks in the yard; in the summer the fluffy clouds sometimes stayed motionless for hours; any month could be called a rainy season, and the rain seemed to keep their house perpetually damp and chilly.
It was kind of Zichen to come and sit with Margaret, John had said the first time he drove her home at the end of the afternoon, apologizing for Margaret's confusions. She had come from a seaman's family, he had told Zichen on another ride home, as if that explained the fact that Margaret had picked up fourteen languages, when all of them, other than Latin and French and English, had been learned during her decades of marriage in America. Toward the summer of her last year, Margaret had shown signs of the approaching end, her words sometimes ungraspable even for John. Out of the blue one day she had produced a copy of "Winnie Ille Pu," the first edition of the Latin translation, for Zichen as a present; the translator, like Margaret and Zichen, was a man who had left home and settled in a foreign land, but that fact Zichen discovered only later.
No, she had not heard of "Winnie-the-Pooh," she had told John in the car that day. She had not had any children's books when she was growing up. It must have been the gentle sadness in John's eyes that had made her tell him other things, of being called a bastard when young, of having miscarried a baby, of not loving her husband. John, a careful driver, had removed a hand from the steering wheel and held hers for the rest of the drive. Had that been a moment of deception? Zichen wondered sometimes; had she betrayed Margaret's friendship?—not because Margaret had ever learned of the moment from Zichen or from John but because Zichen had relived it now and again, long after Margaret had been buried and John had moved away to Sioux City, to be close to his children and eventually, as he had explained to Zichen after Margaret's funeral, to be placed in a nursing home.
Once a year in December, Henry took Ted and Zichen out for a drink in a nearby village called Tiffin, since none of them liked the places in the university town, where the music was too loud, and the college students made heartless noises. The bar was on a country road and was never full. The men there were older; some of them, the more talkative ones, had once played in a paintball league with Henry; others remained reticent. The bartender, a former wrestler who had been a state champion in high school, liked to tease Ted; every year, he asked him what color underwear he had on that day, for Ted, being Ted, had once bragged that he bought only two kinds: black-and-gold for the university's colors, and red-and-white for his high school, which was also his wife's and his daughter's alma mater. The men at the bar had always been courteous toward Zichen, but as the years went by they had grown more relaxed, raising their glasses to her when she arrived, calling her the Rodent Queen.
A mail-order bride she was, she had told the bartender one year, when she had drunk more than she should have. It was not true, for there had not been any business transaction in her marriage: she and her ex-husband had agreed to marry after meeting twice in a teahouse near her grandmother's shop, he choosing her because she had grown up in a harsh environment, which would make her a good companion in America, she choosing him because of America.
It had made her feel happy for a moment, voicing the words "mail-order bride" and watching the bartender take in the information with an acknowledgment that felt neither aloof nor unnecessarily concerned. It would make her happy, too, she knew, when she told the story in Hydrangea House about Margaret and reading "Winnie-the-Pooh" in Latin, about how she herself, inexperienced with the language, had let the poor bear's head thump and thump again on the stairs.
"Your father and I did what we could for you," Zichen's mother had said, the only time they had met, perhaps the only time, too, since giving birth to Zichen that she had put herself and Zichen's father in the same sentence. Zichen did not know why her mother had agreed to see her before her departure for America, but she had recognized, at the first sight of her mother, the sternness and the stubbornness she had grown used to in her grandmother's face. One's parents could do only so much, her mother had explained, and a child was responsible for her own life. Her mother had not told her anything about her father, saying only that they had long since lost contact; she had not said anything about her new family, either, even though Zichen had known there was one, with a husband and two children. That Zichen's grandmother had kept her in order to spite her rebellious and humiliated daughter Zichen had always known; that her mother had given birth to her in order to spite her father had become evident when they met.
Every year, on the drive back from the out-of-town bar, Zichen sat in the back of the car and quietly wept. Henry drove cautiously, both hands gripping the steering wheel, as he always did after a drink, while Ted, in the passenger seat, talked with expert knowledge about a coming basketball game. She blamed the alcohol for her tears—that, and the cold moon in the winter sky.
One year when Ted had asked to be dropped off first, to attend a wrestling match, she had told Henry that she had grown up without knowing her parents' love for each other. Through the windshield she watched the frozen rain rushing toward them, and when the sound of the windshield wipers seemed too loud she said that her parents had stayed in the marriage because of her; and they had learned to tolerate each other for her sake. It was as close to the truth as she could get—she wished she could tell Henry about the man in front of the Friendship Hotel, or John's hand holding hers, but those stories would make her a different person in Henry's eyes—and afterward he patted her on the back as he walked her to her door, saying it was all right, because that was all he could say.
In Hydrangea House, perhaps she would tell the owners about her grandmother and her mother, the two women in her life whose blind passions had sustained them through the blows of fate, but even as she imagined that she knew she wouldn't. There was no way to leave herself out of their battle stories, and she knew that in all stories she must be left out—the life she had made for herself was a life of flight, of discarding the inessential and the essential alike, making use of the stolen pieces and memories, retreating to the lost moments of other people's lives. ♦


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Right on time for Record Store Day, First Word Records re-assembles the talented producer quartet of Tall Black Guy, Eric Lau, kidkanevil and Mr Thing to craft tracks from never before heard records. The closest you'll get to being a "fly on the wall" to their creation process is this video of their meeting at London's Love Vinyl to grab their assignments. Also included in the video are enticing snippets of the tunes created by the producers that encourage the buying of the album. I know there isnt a store in my area that will be carrying this project so hopefully First Word will have some remaining vinyl copies like last year or you can just press play HERE
Peep last year's offering HERE

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Brian Geraghty ("The Hurt Locker") is in negotiations to star in Robert Zemeckis' "Flight" for Paramount Pictures says The Hollywood Reporter.
The story follows a commercial airline pilot (Denzel Washington) who saves the lives of his passengers during a plane crash. When an investigation reveals the pilot was abusing drugs, they try to cover up the findings.
Geraghty will play Washington's co-pilot, who turns to religion after the crash. Don Cheadle and Bruce Greenwood are also in negotiations to star.


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Spotlight is a great search tool built right into OS X. It's way better than the new Windows 7 search, which if you have ever used, sucks pretty bad. Spotlight can search everything from your email to your calendar to your chats, in addition to system files and folders. Two questions I commonly get about Spotlight on OS X is how to exclude a folder from the search and how to reindex a folder. Both of these go hand in hand.
First, I'll walk you through the process of removing a folder/directory from Spotlight search. This is really useful if you have a folder with a large amount of data that doesn't need to be searched on, such as a folder containing virtual machine files.
To start, go to System Preferences and click on Spotlight.
By default, you'll see the Search Results tab. Here you can choose what you want to include in the Spotlight search.
We want to click on the Privacy tab. This is where you can add folders to remove from the Spotlight index.
Go ahead and click on the + button at the bottom left and select the folder you want to exclude. As you can see here, I have excluded the Virutal Machines folder that is created by VMWare Fusion. This saves me a lot of CPU processing as that folder contains gigabytes worth of data that I will never need to search on.
So that's it! You have removed a directory from the Spotlight search. So how is this connected to reindexing a folder in Spotlight? Well, if you want Spotlight to reindex something, all you do is remove it by adding it to the Privacy tab, exiting and then simply removing it from the Privacy tab. When you remove it, Spotlight will re-index the contents of that folder. Pretty simple!
Note that on the Search Results tab, you can also change the Spotlight keyboard shortcut at the very bottom:
There's not much else to Spotlight other than that, so if you have any other questions, feel free to post a comment! Enjoy!


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Cleveland (Ohio) - McCormack thanks Joseph D. Williams and his associates for their recent hospitality and indicates that he has asked Hans Kramer and David Yates to coordinate some possible dates for Corey Pavin to visit with Williams. He suggests that Williams might want to take on two younger players, such as Willie Wood and possibly Bobby Clampett, in addition to Corey Pavin. McCormack expresses interest in discussi... more
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McCormack, Mark H.
Mark H. McCormack explains to Todd McCormack that the attached correspondence concerning Nobel means they have to throw in the towel and suggests that what they might do now is try to sell the advertorial to Warner Lambert. Attached is a letter from Gerard Smith of Newsweek to Mark H. McCormack indicating that there is a misunderstanding regarding Newsweek's commitment to the Nobel Foundation. Smith r... more


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Here at Maison Christian Faure we pride ourselves in teaching the new generation the art of French Pastry and provide our customers an insight into the art of living. Please feel free to send us your resume if you are ready to work hard in a fast paced learning environment, love what you do, and have the desire to be a part of an innovative team. All led under one of the Best Craftsman of France and Best Pastry Chef of the World by the American Academy of Hospitality Sciences.
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Yay!! One of the events I've been waiting for all year was the Make Up For Ever Pro Road Show. I attended it last year in Austin, and it was truly life changing. It was held in Dallas this year Sept 15-17. I was able to network with amazing people and I gained a plethora of knowledge…for free.
In case you aren't familiar with this event. It's a complimentary 3 day workshop/seminar with educational classes for professional make up artists. According to Michael DeVellis, the three main goals are 1.) Education 2.) Product Knowledge 3.) Building the MUA Community. I can honestly say I accomplished all three of these.
Michael DeVellis interacting with the MUAs after his Branding class.
The first class was The Art of Highlighting and Contouring by MUFE Educator Lijah Stewart. In the above picture, she's prepping the model's skin. Lijah told us that she likes to actually touch her client's skin to really get an idea of the facial structure she's working with. It also allows for a connection between MUA and client. I never thought about that. I always use brushes. It's rare that I really touch my clients' faces, unless I really needed to blend the under eye concealer.
She used liquids with a flat foundation brush to highlight and contour to provide a skin finished effect and reduce that cakey look.
Above Lijah is contouring the eye with a matte brown color in the crease
She used the tighlining technique instead of lining the top lash line to add subtle definition to the eye without being too dramatic.
The completed beauty look with Highlighting and Contouring is above.
Next she took the look from a beauty look to a fantasy look starting with pink brows. How awesome is that? 🙂 I'm totally trying this.
Next she used the MUFE Flash Color Palette and mixed colors to make a gorgeous pink cheek contour.
She used a sponge because of the easy to use shape.
Then she added a soft white cheek highlight
Lijah completed the look by contouring the forehead, lips, and eyes with pink. It's incredible that even though this is a fantasy look, the model still looks pretty not scary. 🙂
It's so hard to put in words how fantabulous (yep that's what I meant to say LOL!) Lijah Stewart is. She was one of the 1st people I met when I walked into the room. I didn't know who she was until I introduced myself and she said her name. I was like OMG you're one of the presenters. Can't wait for your class! Even then, I had no clue what I was in for. I was blown away by her ability to not only create beautiful work but also engage the audience and make the class really enjoyable. It's so clear that she truly loves what she does both being a make up artist and an educator. Her personality and overall aura is just so pleasant, vibrant, and fun. I'm so happy I was able to be in her class.


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The HC said that inspection on the 2,300-sq-yard plot, should be carried out from Tuesday. The HC is hearing an application to restrain the Ambedkar brothers-Prakash, Anand and Bhimrao-the grandsons of Dr Babasaheb Ambedkar from entering the premises and creating any third party rights over it.
The suit was filed by a trustee, Shrikant Gaware, and seven others who said they are trustees. The Ambedkar brothers said they are only proposed as trustees, not finalized before the charity commissioner.
Last Friday, the HC had directed the brothers and all trustees to maintain status quo at the premises, which the HC has continued.
The People's Improvement Trust, whose secretary Shrikant Gaware moved court, said it wants to build a 17-storey tower on the plot.
Meanwhile, V S Asware and others on Monday sought to intervene to be included as a party in the proceedings. The HC will decide on the plea next Monday. Asware and others, according to Gaware's counsel Shailesh Shah, are "ex-trustees'' and cannot intervene.
The Ambedkar brothers' claim is that they are the legal owners of part of the property on which Buddha Bhushan printing press was built by Babasaheb Ambedkar before Independence. A part of the property was constructed by a trust in the 1970s. The construction was of a hall, trust office, an office of the political party headed by Prakash Ambedkar and the Budhhist Society of India as well as the office of Republican Sena headed by Anand Ambedkar.
Arguing for the Ambedkar brothers, Rajendra Pai said that the suit filed by Gaware, for recovery of the trust property is not maintainable without the charity commissioner's nod. Pai also disputed the claim by Gaware and others of ''forcible dispossession'', saying they were never in possession.


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Kool & the Gang + OMD on Sunday!
There will be some 'Electricity' in the air during our 'Celebration' on Sunday 29 july... Today the sunday line-up is completed by the announcement of two legendary bands: OMD and Kool & the Gang
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark or OMD is the brainchild of founders Andy McCluskey and Paul Humphreys. OMD released their influential debut single, "Electricity", in 1979, and gained popularity throughout Europe with the 1980 anti-war song "Enola Gay". The band achieved broader recognition via their album Architecture & Morality (1981) and its three singles, "Souvenir", "Joan of Arc", and "Maid of Orleans (The Waltz Joan of Arc)", all of which were international hits. Their 13th studio album 'The Punishment of Luxury',was released on 1 September 2017.
It's impossible to imagine 1970s pop music without remembering Kool & the Gang, whose versatile, jazz/funk/R&B sound crossed musical genres into mainstream popular culture. With sales of tens of millions of albums worldwide, Kool & the Gang have influenced a generation of singers like Kriss Kross, Snoop Dogg, De La Soul and countless others. In concert, Kool & the Gang treat their ticket holders to a high energy extravaganza featuring a mix of old favorites and jazzy, funk-infused new songs that sizzle with intense, cascading rhythms. Today, the group celebrates 50 years in the music industry, with an impressive backcatalogue: 'Jungle Boogie', 'Ladies Night', 'Get down on it', 'Ooh La, La, La (Let's Go dancing), 'Hi De Hi, Hi De Ho', 'Straight Ahead', 'Fresh', 'Cherish' and the party classic 'Celebration'


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What is an Insight?
Insight is not something that consumers ever knew before. That would be knowledge not insight. It's not data or fact about your brand that you want to tell. Oddly enough, Insight is something that everyone already knows. Insight comes to life when it's told in such a captivating way that makes consumers stop and say "hmm, I thought I was the only who felt like that". That's why we laugh when see the way that insight is projected with humor, why we get goose bumps when insight is projected with inspiration and why we cry when the insight comes alive through real-life drama.
Dove "Real Beauty"
We know that the women we see up on the runway are size 2, 103 pounds and likely 17. We know the movie stars have had plastic surgery. We know that print ads, even with the most beautiful women, have been photo-shopped. There are real problems in our current society with anorexia anxiety and depression about appearance. Dove's insight of "Women in all shapes, sizes, look are still beautiful. Let's stop idolizing the fake and start living in the real world. Let's be happy with what we look like". Women connected with this insight because they already felt that way, but were just glad someone was finally saying it.
Benylin "Take a Benylin Day"
Can you ever imagine a cough medicine telling their consumers to take a day off? This one is one of mine, so I know it well. Let me share the science of cough medicine. A cold lasts 7 days WITHOUT cough medicine. And a cold lasts 7 days WITH a cough medicine. The big drug companies fear you'll ever find that out. But in reality, the real role of the cough medicine is not to cure you but to comfort you. The insight here is that "having a cold really sucks, trying to fight through it and get to work really sucks, I know in the back of my mind I should call in sick and get better". Benylin captured consumers who already knew this insight and were happy that someone was giving them permission to take a day off and rest.
Ikea "It's just a lamp"
It's a gutsy move by Ikea to admit that their furniture is disposable. But in reality, Ikea has loyal fans that keep coming back to the store. This Lamp ad captures consumers who connect to the insight about "whey hang onto this old lamp, it's crazy, just get this year's better model".
Stella Artois "Home from the War"
Stella is a premium beer, not for all occasions. It's worth savouring, not wasting on the every day moments. Here is a son returning from war, his dad is so relieved to see him and the obvious moment is to give him a Stella to celebrate his return. But, the dad views Stella was such a high regard that he still won't "waste" the Stella on the man who saved his son.
Nike "Find Your Greatness"
There is a fat kid in all of us. This ad was aired during the Olympics when the best of the best are celebrated and those who come 4th are chastised. Working out is good for all of us, no matter what your own personal goals are. We don't have to push to win a gold medal to be motivated to get out there and run.
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- New TV ad from Samsung: Is it "smart" to Take on Apple?
- Nike's "Find Your Greatness" Campaign is stealing the Olympics
- Confession: I killed two doctors in 2006
- 5 Best Sports Ads of 2012
- Some of the Best Christmas Ads I've Seen
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SEX: Male
I grew up riding bikes. That relationship was put on hold for many years when I entered adolescence and eventually fell in love with driving.
My father was a recreational cyclist throughout those years of my life, and when he passed away in '01, I inherited his Cannondale and began seasonal riding and commuting.
Several seasons of discomfort, angry drivers, inconsiderate MUP pedestrians and Exercise-Induced visual migraines lead to another period of absence from cycling.
My growing love of cars and car racing grew and eventually I bought a German sports car and began looking into racing Autocross and getting in some track time.
A bit of research proved that autoracing would be far too expensive to enjoy.
Also around this time, our local MUP had doubled in length and the newly opened northern half was wide, free of interruptions and nearly free of pedestrians.
I also discovered the Tadpole trike and loved the idea of human power 'karting' on the trail. The seed was planted to start riding again. This would be a far less expensive hobby to maintain and, as I also found myself pushing 200lbs, I needed exercise.
Online research led me to Angle Lake Cyclery. I test rode several recumbent bikes and trikes. Eventually I decided that a 2 wheeled recumbent would be faster and more agile and better suited for maneuvering the gates on the MUP. A weeklong test ride of a Giro (thanks to Dale) and I was done shopping. I went home with a brand new Giro-20.
The first few years I rode short rides every few days and really only in the summer.
I met some avid cyclists and they motivated me to begin riding longer rides and throughout the winter. My weight plummeted as the miles and frequency increased. I was thrilled when I reached my graduating weight of 165lbs. Another few seasons and I was down under 150lbs.
My work schedule over the years has driven me to ride shorter, punchy, high intensity rides, favoring lots of full power climbing. My reduced weight, lighter bike (I now ride a CA2.0) and new found fitness has led to me currently being a solid competitive climber and Time Trialist.
I dream of a recumbent community large enough to support a large local hobbyist racing group. I'd love to be the designated climber for a team in mass start, all-bent road races. My goal is to break down the stigma that choosing a recumbent somehow cripples your ability to climb as well as upright riders.
Carnation Hill Climb TT 2009:
15th overall out of 63. Time: 39:07
Ride 542 Mt Baker Hill Climb Road Race:
2010, Rec Fast Category
Finish time of 1 hour 36 min. 31 out of 90
2012 (Full course) Competitive Cat
1:40:03 52 out of 97.
New recumbent record
March Point 7.35 miles. 100 vert feet.
Feb 6, 2010 – 17:25 – 25.3mph. First overall. Tied course record.
April 3, 2011 – 18:10 – 24.3mph. First overall.
July 26, 2012 – 16:25 – 27mph. First overall. New course record.
Fir Island 7.73 miles. 1 vert foot.
June 8, 2010 – 17:53 – 26mph. First overall. New course record.
July 10, 2011 – 17:39 – 26.3mph. First overall. New course record.
June 21, 2012 – 17:22 26.7mph. First overall. New course record.
Norman Road 9.4 miles. 2 vert feet.
Jan 3, 2011 – 25.4mph. Solo run. 2nd all time.
April 26, 2012 – 26.1 mph. First overall. 2nd all time.
Little Mountain 5.45 miles. 1000 vert feet.
Sept 5, 2010 – 20:50 – 15.7mph. First overall. 4th all time.
Aug 28, 2011 – 20:39 – 15.8mph. First overall. 4th all time.
Aug 30, 2012 – 20:25 – 16mph. First overall. 3rd all time.
Northshore Hill Climb TT
April 14, 2012 – 6:10 19.1mph. Tied for 10th overall out of 65.
Climb 4 Cancer Cougar Mountain (Zoo Hill) TT
July 21, 2012 – 14:14, 28th out of 60
2nd place Stock 10 mile TT 21:37
2nd place Standing Sprint Drag race
1st place Stock 10 mile TT 21:50
1st place Standing Sprint Drag race
2nd place Stock 10 mile TT 21:00 27.4mph
1st place Standing Sprint Drag Race
1st place Stock Road Race
OHPV @ PIR end of May
Northshore Hill Climb TT in June if allowed
STP (treating it like a team time trial) in July
Climb 4 Cancer in July
Ride 542 Mt Baker Road Race in Sept
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2017 NAIA Men's Tennis National Player of the Week - No. 1 (March 22)
By Nikki Sherrill, Athletic Communications and Media Intern
KANSAS CITY, Mo. - Radu Popa of Northwestern Ohio has been named the NAIA National Men's Tennis Player of the Week, the national office announced Wednesday. Popa was selected based on his performances from March 13 – 19 and was chosen out of a pool of conference, Association of Independent Institutions and unaffiliated group winners.
National Men's Tennis Player of the Week
Radu Popa, Northwestern Ohio
So., Galati, Romania
• At the Olivet Nazarene Invite over the weekend, Popa went a perfect 5-0.
• Popa helped Northwestern Ohio claim a program-best 10-straight team wins to start the season while also picking up its first-ever victory over a Top Five opponent when it defeated No. 4 Lindsey Wilson (Ky.).
• Although he is unranked in singles, Popa and his double's partner, Iustin Baciu, are ranked No. 4 in the NAIA and No. 7 in the East Regional.
• The highlight match came against the No. 18 player in the region from Cardinal Stritch (Wis.) as Popa earned a 6-3, 6-4 win to conclude the flawless week.
• This is Popa's first National Player of the Week honor.
Nominees: Nathan Bogle, Marian (Ind.); Marcelo Balderrama, Arizona Christian; Nick Mentgen, Morningside (Iowa); Catalin Fifea of , Xavier (La.); Jordan Cox , Georgia Gwinnett; Gabe Johnson, Bethel (Kan.); Ryo Takeda, Georgetown (Ky.); Denis Porcic, Lindsey Wilson (Ky.); Luis Westrick, Cumberlands (Ky.); Brenden Aguilar, Campbellsville (Ky.); Joshua Turnquest, Asbury (Ky.); Scott Radford II, Indiana East; Rhan Burton, Coastal Georgia; Nick Van Amerom, Mobile (Ala.); David Veliz, Southeastern (Fla.); Sean Hajdu, SCAD Savannah (Ga.); Davis Zuleta, Ave Maria (Fla.); Juan Bermudez, Lawrence Tech (Mich.)
2017 Men's Tennis Composite Award Winners
Week 1 (March 22): Radu Popa, Northwestern Ohio


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Veterans living in rural areas comprise 41 percent of all enrollees in the VA healthcare system with the majority of veterans treated at one of the Veterans Administration's 833 Community-based Outpatient Clinics (CBOC).
The VA's Office of Rural Health (ORH) www.ruralhealth.va.gov wants to be sure that all of the veterans in rural areas can receive mental health treatments within the CBOC setting. To support this goal several research projects are being undertaken by the VA's initiative called "Collaborative Research to Enhance and Advance Transformation and Excellence" or referred to as CREATE www.hsrd.research.va.gov/centers/create.
CREATE research is helping VA's efforts in policy-making and program development and enables evidence-based mental health services to be delivered in CBOCs. To accomplish this goal, CREATE has projects measuring veterans access to mental health services, testing access interventions to increase mental health care, and testing clinical interventions to improve quality and mental health outcomes at CBOCs.
One of the CREATE research projects titled "Adapting and Implementing the Blended Collaborative Care Model in CBOCs" uses a multi-site trial to test the impact of restructuring mental health care in CBOCs.
The plan is to transform the care from a referral-based model into a tele-integrated Primary Care Mental Health Integration (PC-MHI) model. Investigators expect that project results will help establish adapting PC-MHI models using telemedicine technologies for clinics that do not have onsite psychologists/psychiatrists.


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The Church of the Light in Ibaraki, 25km from Osaka, Japan is a building which is identified with Japanese architect, Tadao Ando. Originally a building of Christian worship, it was partially redesigned in 1989 and the project was completed in 1999.
Ando's philosophy of architecture and its connection to the environment is expressed in the simplistic purity of shapes and empty spaces, particularly in the church, allowing the congregation to create the spiritual atmosphere rather depending on the symbolic ornaments usually found in such a space.
The concrete used in the construction defies the modern day use of luxurious materials used in most religious buildings. The art of the architect is possibly misunderstood by the congregation but one must only examine the precision that only an expert could achieve. The methods used by Ando transform and enhance the appearance of the humble materials giving a shine to the concrete which reflects the necessary light into the interior, an example of Ando's skill of implementing opposing qualities within his structures.
He states that his concept is natural illumination, a feat difficult to achieve in a primarily concrete structure but one which Ando manages superbly.


text: Hello, I am Darija. I was born in Zagreb, Croatia. During my studies of Sociology I developed a strong interest in photography. It only came naturally to combine these two interests, infusing my fascination with human nature and culture into mine photographic work. Projects I work on are mainly focused on people and their relationship to community, expressed through concepts of space and time. I was part of two workshops with Agency VII and have exhibited my work in Barcelona, London, Cologne, Aveiro, Prague and San Francisco. My work is included in two photographic books of WPGA and is represented by San Francisco art gallery Fouladi Project. I am a member of Croatian Association of Fine Artists. At the moment I live and work between Zagreb, Croatia and Prague, Czechia.


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On Thursday December 28th, 2017, Port Gibson Fire Department was dispatched to a working garage fire (Box 100 alarm). When officers arrived on scene, they found a garage fully engulfed in flames with multiple exposures. Crews from Port Gibson went right to work to contain and extinguish the blaze. Crews from Newark and Palmyra were brought in for water and manpower. A huge thank you to members of the Newark FD, Palmyra, FD, Car 1 - Ontario County, Truck 35, NYS Police, and NYS DOT for getting roads safe to drive on again. The cause of the fire is still under investigation.
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On Wednesday December 20th, 2017 at 3:42am, Port Gibson Fire Department was called to assist East Palmyra on a confirmed structure fire on Hogback Hill Road. Port Gibson responded with several firefighters and 2231. When officers arrived on scene, they found a fully engulfed house fire. Crews went right to work to extinguish the blaze. Several departments were dispatched to the scene to bring water. All the residents of the house made it out safely. The cause of the fire is still under investigation.
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Junior SeaDoctors
Launched in Spring 2019, Junior SeaDoctors is a free virtual club that provides young adventurers with the tools they need to interact with the wildlife of the Salish Sea.
By connecting curious minds with the beauty that can be found in their own backyard, Junior SeaDoctors aims to inspire the next generation.
Sign up on the Junior SeaDoctors website and we'll send you a waterproof Salish Sea Wildlife Guide that details some of the major flora and fauna that can be found in the area. From sea lettuce to geoducks to so much more, there is plenty to find in the Salish Sea!


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Thursday, April 17, 2014
Art of Green
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Ha, I feel the same way with browns!ReplyDelete
Teal green...... brave girl..... will their be photos?Replies
Carole, Isn't it funny about color? Yes, teal green, the photo is on the sidebar under facebook. I'm approaching a big birthday and felt a need to play a little!Delete
Teal green ... wow. How brave you must be! I've never had the courage to dye my hair anything at all - I'm a wimp, I think!ReplyDeleteReplies
Charlton, I thought teal green would be somewhat neutral? I am the opposite as I think I have been every color available in a bottle. I think this color is good for 8+ weeks!Delete
How striking! You are a bold woman! Love it!ReplyDeleteReplies
Mary Jo, Thank you! My husband is adjusting!Delete
Great pieces! I really love the top one. Have you tried mixing Liquitex's Baltic Green with Golden's Transparent Yellow Iron Oxide or Quin Nickle Azo Gold, for green? Gray will also work instead of the Baltic Green. Gives a green not unlike the pea green in your top piece. I prefer yellower greens, I have some phthalo but for me it's too bright and cool. Teal green hair? Wow!ReplyDeleteReplies
Connie Rose, Thank you. I keep a very limited palette but I might try the azo gold over yellow ochre.Delete
Very cool pieces, Mary Ann, and I like the contrast between the two shades of green. One of my students asked me if teachers were allowed to dye their hair green - unfortunately, I can't. Can't wait to see yours, though!ReplyDeleteReplies
My reveal is in the sidebar on the facebook page. I live in this very very liberal beach town where different hair color, clothes, haircuts etc are common ... part of the charm here!Delete
I love that you showed how different green can be - it's not a colour I spend much time with so it was a good reminder. Love the hair tint!ReplyDeleteReplies
Fiona, Glad we agree on the green factor ... not an easy color. Right now I'm working with another green piece mixed with blue cloth and still not so easy.Next month I'm in heaven ... blue!Delete
I have to admit to being a green gal too. I love a green that is the colour of spring moss, green gold approximates it, but I play with it a bit.ReplyDelete
Now I would have said that brave streak in the hair was blue, but there's the computer monitor for you.
Always love to see what you've been doing! Love the idea of the deconstructed home in the top piece and that looks like pthalo blue in the bottom fabric piece?
Colour and texture, so delicious!
I'm partial to the citron green ... adding a little red to green with yellow always makes a clean color.ReplyDelete
My hair has 8 weeks to fade from this teal to who knows what shade!
WOW, Mary Ann, I want to see this hair of yours!ReplyDelete
Nice work here, as always. -susReplies
Susan, I'm over here in the sidebar ... in the facebook badge!Delete
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Thursday, October 8, 2009
It's a good day to bleed blue. Double back-to-back championships on our sesquicentennial is not too shabby. It breaks my heart to have missed this game (the first championship I was not able to witness ever since I became an Atenean) and the presumably grand bonfire that is to follow. But I'm consoling myself with the Ateneo jacket I managed to snag (special thanks to Rocky).
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Is Scotland really Better Together in the UK?
In a country where the criminal powerful are rarely called to account? "Once you've broken through a certain membrane of power, whether in politics or in business, you are untouchable ..."
Where politicians condone and facilitate corporate irresponsibility?
Where 'double messages' are given out by senior politicians? "Every government, whichever colour the government is, tries to play a double game" by fund raising from rich bankers while giving out critical moral messages?
Where there is a 'crisis of legitimacy' in institutions?
Where 'an extraordinarily rich class' avoids its responsibilities?
Where a million children don't have enough to eat, and are malnourished?
The UK is a state in 'a big malaise'. In fact it's rotten to the core of its failing institutions, a conspiracy of wealth and power moving ever further away from the people.
Better Together? With this? Scotland must say YES to its independence in 2014
Is Scotland really Better Together in the UK for defence?
The critical issue is defence - the nuclear 'deterrent', Trident, and the UK's outdated concept of itself as a world power.
Devomax, devoplus, devo-whatever - nothing short of full independence will deliver Scotland from the obscenity - and utter irrelevance - of nuclear weapons - of their fundamental immorality and inhumanity.
Say YES to Scotland's independence, and let our defence forces be truly for defence, not for brutal aggression against other nations.


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Cabin Fever is what I am experiencing right now, but unlike the definition describes about Cabin Fever my fever is a bit different.
I have a fever to own a cabin in the mountains. I have had this dream ever since I could understand the words to the song "Over the River and Through the Woods" I can still picture in my mind the snow, the horse-drawn carriage and going away from everyone to a place set in snow deep in the woods on a mountain somewhere. A dream is born.
This past weekend I went with my son and his family to Grand Mesa in Colorado. As we were driving towards the top of the Mesa it just did not seem like a place where there would be woods and snow, the surrounding area really seemed a bit like the Grand Canyon than a mountain top. Beautiful vast views of rocky buttes and open space, but not exactly what I had envisioned.
To my surprise as we reached the top the world changed. The snow was deep, aspen trees were everywhere mixed among towering pine trees. We were there, on top of the Mesa I was so amazed at how driving up to an elevation of 10,000 feet could completely change the landscape.
We came there with snowmobiles in tow and 3 small children. It was going to be a family time. But I also brought my camera and each morning I would get up before just before dawn and walk along the snow-covered roads that were only accessible by snowmobile now. I could see all the cabins that were situated on the shores of the now frozen lakes. Some were new some were original older cabins, but there were cabins just the same. I was having Cabin Fever to own a cabin in such a beautiful spot.
I took pictures of some of the cabins that I could imagine myself living in. Snow piled outside so high the almost covered the windows. Small row boats leaning against the walls just waiting for summer to come back around. Stone chimneys where I could just smell the wood burning in crisp morning air. Outside the only sound was the wind blowing through the pines or a chirp of a chick-a-dee pecking at the pine cones. This is the place of my dreams.
I have a dream of owning a cabin in a place like this one day. Somewhere to go and photograph nature and wildlife and just enjoy the peace and quite that only nature can offer. Build a fire,make a fresh pot of coffee and go through the photographs I took just the night before during an amazing sunset.
So you see during this time of year when we spend more time indoors due to the cold and short days of winter, I do get Cabin Fever, but mine is a fever to be shut in a cabin in the deep winter months. Locked away from the world and enjoying the new snow cold crisp nights and a crackling fire.
Will this be the year I finally find my cabin home? I have no idea, but for now just dreaming is good enough because dreams have a way of turning into reality if you believe they can.
Here are a few of the cabins I saw while staying in Grand Mesa National Forest


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Christmas Special 2008: The Next Doctor
The Cybermen are on the loose in Victorian England, but when the Doctor arrives, he finds there's already a Doctor on the case... We present our spoiler-free first opinion on this year's Doctor Who Christmas special…
Slightly underwhelming but fun, would perhaps be the best verdict of The Next Doctor. Viewed overall, it moves from a publicity-grabbing mystery to an emotional explanation and finally a child-pleasing (and toymaker-pleasing) conclusion without ever quite seeming as if they belong in the same production. But as a feast of spectacle for Christmas Day, it delivers the thrills that are needed, even though I'd personally rate it below the specials from the last three Yules, if only because the finale does feel a bit like the sort of thing a child would write once they got bored with having all 10 Doctors unite to battle a combined Dalek-Cybermen attack.
In a sense, the involvement of the Cybermen is typical of how elements work individually, but less as a whole. There's no need for them to be Cybermen, as they make use of Human labour without converting it – with one key exception that shouldn't be revealed here – but they're a familiar name which will draw in the crowds in the lead-up to the revelation of this year's new monster, the cyber-punkish Cyberking. The Cybershades – who'll surely have everyone of a certain age thinking 'They've converted Dougal! Where's the Blue Cat?' – don't really have any plot role that couldn't have been filled by an ordinary Cyberman (or any other alien heavy), but they do make for a surprisingly creepy image when they could have seemed irretrievably comic, which is more than their Cybermat predecessors could generally manage. Dervla Kirwan's villainous Miss Hartigan is perfectly adequate, icy and posh, but no more, with perhaps the most perfunctory motivation for a Who villain since 1966's poor old Professor Zaroff, all those years ago, as she effectively reprises Sarah Lancashire's Miss Foster from earlier this year.
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I would just add one more- Love Jesus more than your spouse. In this way, you'll not idolize your spouse: You'll not take your spouses advice over Jesus', you'll not look to your spouse as your savior, you'll not expect the impossible from your spouse, etc. And God will thus get all the glory.
FABULOUS GLOry to GOD!!!!! soo amazing WISDOM !!!!Jesus is coming soon
How did Jesus love the church when the church was founded after his death and set up by Paul? Paul was working thereabouts 20 years after the death of Jesus when he founded the 'church'. He also did not actually set up the church (as you can see from Corinthians where he's clearly helping the new converts who are struggling with a conversion from Judaism to proto Christianity) as he believed that Jesus' return was "imminent". The books of the Bible that actually refer to deacons and church fathers is from the Pastoral Epistles which was written an estimated 200 years after Paul's death. Paul did not live to see a 'church', and certainly Jesus resurrected or in his life time did not see a Christian church.
I suggest you read your Bible.
When they say church, this means the people of Jesus, those who believe in His scarifies, those who believe in that God so greatly loves us that he sent his only begotten son to die for us, those who are nothing more but sinners…. This is what they mean when they say church… Let us pray for one another and ask our savior to open our heart and Thank Him for all the grace and mercy he shows us because of he great love for all his creation!
If your suggesting you have then I believe you may have missed its meaning, try again I'll pray for your understanding and Guidance.
You have completely missed the meaning of some scriptures in the bible. I will suggested you ask the Holy Spirit to help your understanding so that your eyes will be opened to the Rhema of the Bible.


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GARHI KHUDA BUX: Former Pakistani president and co-chairman of Pakistan People's Party (PPP) Asif Ali Zardari recalled that his government agreements with China, US and other International level projects, the present rulers now enjoying its benefits but energy crises in country still prevails.
Addressing a mammoth public gathering on the eve of 35th death anniversary of founder PPP late Zuflfikar Ali Bhutto, PPP Co-chairman Asif Ali Zardari while paying rich tribunes to the ZA Bhutto and Benazir Bhutto over sacrifices for the countrymen and never compromise with the dictators, He also eulogized Bilawal over leading the caravan of Bhutto legacy.
Asif Zardari expressed dissatisfaction over the World goes particularly the country energy crises and other issues of development. He raised the hands of a PPP candidate for P.S-35 and asked the Larkana people that they should never forget their vote and support for.
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