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Cynthia watched two lone figures downstairs in the food court, one turning to leave the mall and one remaining at a table by himself, the one sitting at the table a big man with a bald head that Cynthia had seen many times before now riding his bike sometimes right through the food court entrance doors. Eventually, she would recognize all of the regulars, would fabricate their origin stories and their motives for being there and interacting with one another without ever properly knowing them, and soon they would populate her already crowded imagination until she'd have no choice by to try to forget about them altogether. She was a writer, and with it Cynthia new that she could never truly switch off such a high-powered perception. These people were as real to her as any of the characters that she'd created in all of her creative writing classes.
And every evening after class she would ride this elevator up to her family's penthouse and gaze down at the inhabitants of this mall, the shopping center connected but a separate entity from this high rise building that was home to her and to dozens of other professional office spaces. This was where she lived with her family, in a dwelling that resembled nothing more than a rented beach condominium of sorts. The beach, Cynthia thought about now as her and everyone else in the elevator car were swallowed-up in the darkness of the elevator shaft around the sixth floor, all of them riding the tube now with no more visual input than their own thoughts, than that surf that broke on the shores of Cynthia's imagination.
She thought about how this glass and steel structure was in fact so alien from a beachfront resort, and she recalled how strange those resorts looked when juxtaposed against the sand, sitting there as if having been placed awkwardly against the wrong backdrop. And she remembered now how from the inside those beachfront resorts, the presence of the beach itself was always a shock when she would walk from the front door and opened the sliding-glass balcony door of her father's condominium, gasping as if never truly ready for the beach to be there, no matter how many times she'd seen it. She should write a story about that, she thought.
But Cynthia knew that such memories were reserved only for those privileged enough to experience them firsthand, like herself and her sisters who all lived under the luxurious wing of their father's success. And from their father, her sisters had acquired the same business-savvy skills in real estate that allowed them to raise and support families of their own, the two women marrying up and moving on from this strange tower in which they'd all been raised. Cynthia gained no such insight being the artist of the family, the black-sheep middle child of three sisters who themselves did what they could to nudge her into the real world.
But writers can never move into the real world until they were comfortable with the ones that they were creating. She should write a story about that as well, she thought, and then she lost her balance suddenly and fell into one of the two businessmen who rode the elevator with her. After apologizing to the man for having drifted off, she wondered why these men were going to their offices at this time of night in the first place.
Immediately a story formed itself out of the void, and it had to do with drugs and prostitutes, with after-hours executive parties in which these businessmen were entertaining clients from overseas.
Okay, she thought. This was one of those times where she wished she could shut it off. But doing such a thing was like applying the brakes in a vehicle that was already moving at too high of a speed, carrying her as the passenger of her own imagination just a little further than she would've wanted. Then in correlation with her desire to stop the forward progression of her writer's mind, the elevator car came to a stop on the fourteenth floor.
And there came the calm that Cynthia had always found so fascinating, yet never thought to write about. It was that sense of solitary purpose once the car had stopped, the one that had nothing to do with where she was in life or to where she applied her mind, for her only thought during those seconds when the door opened again was how long was it going to take for this passenger to leave. She'd try to guess which direction in the corridor the person would turn upon exiting, and rarely was she right.
Then the doors would close, and like rain her thoughts would soak her again, her mind flooding with background stories and conflicts, with the story of this businessman to her left who remained in the elevator once it started up again. But before her mind could mercilessly exhilarate out of control again, Cynthia felt the momentum of the elevator car change again, the G-forces working against her body as much to her surprise the car stopped only two floors higher. The doors opened, and there stood yet another businessman of approximately thirty, his hair a sculpted duel wave of platinum blond, clipped short and combed perfectly above his ears, and he was staring down at his mobile device.
"This one's going up," the first businessman said to this new potential passenger, and Cynthia sensed a certain discomfort from this first man that she hadn't noticed before now, as if elevator travel was somehow a source of anxiety for him. But this new businessman looked up from his mobile device, and upon hearing the news of which direction the car was going, he hesitated only briefly before stepping inside. Cynthia, lost in her Zen state between floors, listened to the exchange, fully invested on the matter at hand.
She regarded the man who'd chosen to stand just inside of the doors as they closed, near to where the climbing lights of the floor indicators moved in sequence. And comparatively, this man seemed much calmer and worlds more collected than her once only travel companion. From him came an air of authority and control that launched such a tangle of background stories in Cynthia's mind that she couldn't stand it anymore and held her hands to her ears.
"Are you all right?" the new passenger asked her, and then he smiled at her, keeping his eyes on her longer than she would've liked.
The seventeenth floor made itself known with a single chime and another shift in G-forces. The doors opened, and much to Cynthia's relief, both men exited.
And there it was, she thought, or perhaps didn't think at all. The closing of the elevator doors worked to pinch-off all of the stories of debauchery that were haunting her, and now she was moving away from the possibility of any of that being a reality. Here was the Zen of elevator travel, those few moments when all that was required from her was to occupy the space without thought, in the calm silence of a mind desperate only to reach its destination. She knew how this story was going to end, and she was well aware of which direction in the hallway she would go once the elevator stopped on her penthouse floor.
"Night Cycling" A Short Story
It was startling to Steven as he turned the corner on that late summer night, the front tire of his bicycle catching the curb and nearly causing a spill as the random activity caught his attention and jolted him from his meditations.
A man was emerging from the driver's side of a car parked in a driveway, standing to meet a woman and a child who were walking toward him from the curb, and he could've sworn that the man was carrying a gun.
And what a contrast this burst of life was when compared to the silence of this suburban neighborhood, lined with single-story brick homes inside which most people his age had the good sense to be in bed in front of the glow of their television sets by now.
But Steven let the scene in that driveway pass over his shoulder with the rest of the neighborhood, giving those people no more significance than he would have given any of the other parked cars and garbage cans and stop signs that he passed with each strong push of his pedals.
He took in a lungful of the night air and enjoyed the freedom of this neighborhood ride. After all, it was his plan all along to tap into this feeling, to rediscover that which made him so happy as a kid to pedal his red Mongoose through his own neighborhood streets. He could still see David and Peter and Clark and Lenny, all getting on their bikes and pedaling alongside him to catch up, as free as any humans could ever be, or would ever be again.
The Mongoose was long gone, and Steven was now riding a brand-new $99.00 Roadmaster that he'd bought over the weekend at the local Wal-Mart. And he had to admit, the bike was taking the imperfections of these streets better than he would've thought. The bike was red, because it had to be red, and the bike looked just as modern and sturdy as all of the other bikes that hung from the racks at Wal-Mart, even the ones that the salesman said were reserved for the more serious cyclists.
He'd therefore expected the bike to fall apart right out from under him by the end of this ride. But by then, the bike would've already served its purpose as the gateway to his remembering. And so he loosened his grip and slid his hands off the handlebars to drive only with his fingertips, turning them ever so slightly to the left and to the right to create those broad, semi-circular patterns from one curb to the other that he loved to make as a boy. And he felt saddened suddenly by the effort that this was all taking, the absolute chore that it was to clear his adult mind just long enough to enjoy the simplicity of this ride.
The sense of wonder that he was attempting to conjure wasn't lasting long, but was rather coming in waves of memory with varying degrees of clarity, images with just enough potency to convince him that if he tried hard enough, he could quite possibly pedal his way all the way back to the beginning.
Steven began to wonder if he should've at least purchased a helmet and some reflective clothing. But that's not what a child riding through the night would even begin to think. And so he pushed the concern to the furthest most grownup corner of his mind with the rest of his adult concerns, the ones that were all fighting for position to get in front of these fresh new ones.
There should be only one concern tonight, Steven thought, and that concern would be to make sure that he filled his tires with just enough air to make all of the jumps that he had planned.
Up ahead, a bump materialized out from the darkness, and so he stood on his pedals and picked up speed to hit the bump and pull up on his handlebars. And as planned, this series of movements sent him up and sailing over a good three feet of untouched concrete before landing with a cushioned bounce, a bounce that required only the slightest correction of his handlebars. This excited him, but a young boy would never celebrate such a small feat as was that jump, would never think to distinguish that jump from any of the other thousands he'd already made or planned to make, and so Steven moved on without fanfare.
Approaching an incline in the street now, Steven could see that he was about to connect with the main boulevard up ahead, and so he stood again on his pedals and picked up just enough speed to make the incline and stand with his bike between his legs. And upon arriving, he marveled at how deserted this boulevard actually was at this time of night, far from the gridlocked morning mess that made a winding trail of fiery windshields all the way down to the Interstate on-ramp. The businesses along this street were lit up as if open, but in fact they were far from it, and Steven folded his arms and stood there with his bike to enjoy this special solitude.
And it was here that he noticed someone else engaged in the same activity at the same intersection, just a few yards over to his left, only he was sitting quietly on a bus-stop bench. The individual sat with his arms outstretched along the back, a large and foreboding man with a bald head, wearing a tattered jumpsuit that revealed an even dirtier, stained undershirt. And leaning against the garbage can was a bike of his own, a red Huffy.
Steven wanted to nod to this person, wanted to acknowledge that perhaps they shared a mutual enjoyment of night cycling. But this man paid him no mind, instead staring out into the night behind what seemed to be a veil of thoughts so thick that it blocked out any awareness of his surroundings. Then his head dropped, and his arms fell from the back of the bench, and within moments this bald giant of a man was standing and reaching for his bike, mounting it finally to pedal off down the sidewalk with a slow and rhythmic cadence.
And that was the last time Steven had ever expected to see this man.
Only the following afternoon, as Steven drove home on his usual route in the stop-and-go wall of red brake lights, he spotted through his passenger's-side window the very same red Huffy bike with its front tire tucked into a bike rack outside of a public library. The bike was parked there by itself, strange to Steven at this early-evening hour, and he wondered if perhaps the bike had been parked there all day. The library was more than likely where the man had worked, but Steven wanted to think otherwise, wanted to believe that the bald giant on the red bike was perhaps some sort of mad intellectual.
Maybe this man arrived at this library every day just to sit quietly and comb through academic journals in his particular field, or maybe he engaged in long shifts of writing that would produce a finished work of his own, a biography, or a novel of fiction.
And so that night Steven took another solitary bike ride to have his questions answered, eventually finding himself at that very same intersection. But the bus-stop bench was empty tonight, the garbage can not working to serve as a prop for the red Huffy bike.
Alone again, Steven thought, alone as the only member of this new club of neighborhood night cyclists.
And Steven would've been content to call it a night right there had it not been for the sudden materialization of the red Huffy, coming up the sidewalk now with the large man rocking slowly from side to side with each casual turn of the pedals. This time the bald giant was wearing a backpack, and immediately Steven figured the bag to be filled with his work, with books and drafts of pages scribbled with red-pen edits. The bike passed directly in front of Steven as he stood there with his bike between his legs, so close to him now in fact that he could see that the man's eyes were still vacant and lost, staring ahead, or perhaps staring at nothing at all.
But within only a few more yards the man stopped pedaling and applied his brakes, sliding off of the bike seat and standing to catch his breath for a moment before leaning his bike against the bus-stop garbage can. He took his seat on the bench, again resuming the posture that Steven had first seen, with both of his arms stretched out along the back of the bench and his chin held up high as if he were a king that was leisurely surveying his sleeping kingdom. Steven held back the urge to approach this man, not wanting to disturb his meditations on some particular subject, or his efforts to work his way out of a potential plot problem in his novel.
Yes, Steven thought, this man was a writer. No other possibility made more sense to him now than this, that the bald-headed man with the red Huffy and the backpack and tattered jumpsuit was in fact a brilliant man who'd chosen to work independent from the world. His solitude, Steven concluded, was more sacred to him than anything else in the world.
But Steven had to know.
Which was why the next afternoon, when Steven saw the bike parked again outside of the public library, he turned out of his gridlocked commute back home and parked.
Still dressed in his workday suit and tie, Steven entered the library and began the pantomime of casually browsing the stacks, placing himself finally just close enough behind the bald giant to observe without his being noticed, watching the man as he sat at one of the public computer cubicles typing away with great agility.
Steven repositioned the books in front of him to make the perfect peephole through which to examine the computer screen over the bald giant's shoulder.
But it was only a video game.
Standing suddenly from his peephole, Steven felt betrayed, embarrassed that he'd given so much credit to this man, thinking that he possessed genius when in fact he was just a lonely man who played video games. No works of great prose were on that computer screen, no indication of any document of any kind. The bald giant was simply, and now tragically so to Steven, just passing his time.
And so as the weeks rolled by following Steven's revelation, he found it odd that he was now seeing the bald giant more than he'd ever. He saw the man no less than a half-dozen times around his neighborhood, at the local supermarket where he spotted him pushing a basket as he gazed at the shelves, on random streets and in scattered parking lots where Steven spotted him pedaling slowly in a circle. Even the red Huffy had become a landmark now, always at the library when Steven passed it every afternoon on his way home from work.
Solitude. Alone at the library. Exploring empty parking lots in the middle of the night.
But as the days went by, Steven began to understand this behavior, and it was precisely what Steven had intended for himself all along. Where Steven had failed trying to tap into that mysterious corner of his mind, this man had now surpassed him in both experience and opportunity. Such was the bald giant's life, a life that began in practice long before Steven had ever thought to attempt such a thing for himself.
And Steven began to wonder if perhaps no one listened to this man as well, if maybe when he spoke, no one even attempted to understand his worldview. He wondered if perhaps the man was being ignored, and if what he was doing now was nothing more than just holding his cards close to his chest. Steven wondered if this man was married, like himself, and he wanted to know if this man had kids of his own, kids who like their mother had established that nothing of any importance would ever come out of his mouth.
It was enough to put Steven back on his bike that very next night to cycle past all of the sleeping storefronts again along the boulevard, out of his neighborhood altogether to ride under the orange glow of the highway overpasses. He'd made it as far the mall, a total of three miles, when out of fatigue and hunger he chained his bike outside of the food court and went inside.
He stopped and stood in the center of the food court, slowly turning to scan his options, trying to find a counter that wasn't being wiped down for the night, when among the scattered shoppers who still remained, Steven spotted the bald giant sitting at one end of a table with the other end hidden behind a column, and he was engaged in some lively discussion. He was speaking with his hands waving expressively before him, his eyes and facial expressions and nods of affirmation telling Steven that the bald giant had in fact some interested company there, if only Steven could see who that company was. But now a janitor was obstructing Steven's view of the other end of the table, lifting a bag out of a trash receptacle and hoisting it over his shoulder to be dropped into a tremendous, rolling barge of a cart.
Steven waited for the mall worker to finish the task and move on, to push that cart away from between where it separated himself and the bald giant's table to reveal what would perhaps give him some idea of what a friend to such a wandering soul would look like, or if he, or even she were no one more than just a fellow vagabond in tattered clothing.
He wanted to join the conversation, if for no other reason than to serve as a gateway to speaking to the man himself, this mysterious bald giant on the bike who it would appear was articulate after all, who had a mind filled with ideas and opinions that he wished to express.
And then the mall worker's cart moved, and with it, so did Steven's expectations.
No one sat listening across from the bald giant, regardless of the fact that the giant was still attempting to explain something, something that seemed to be a story of consolation, a gesture to a friend who was not there at all. The bald giant was smiling as he spoke to this phantom, reassuring it with this gesture that everything was going to be all right.
Steven imagined himself to be sitting across from the bald giant, there in that chair hearing those words of consolation, being told that everything was in fact going to be all right.
"Timelines" A Short Story
The orange glow of the parking lot lights played with the streaks left behind by his windshield wipers. And so Paul leaned in closer to the windshield and rested his chin on his steering wheel, squinting his eyes to block out everything but the lights beyond the glass. As a result, the lights turned into tiny north stars of Bethlehem that floated in suspension above the trees.
He laughed and rubbed his eyes, leaning back to let the lights and the trees outside of Building D in the apartment complex all come back into focus.
He was exhausted. Of that much he was certain. But how he'd arrived here, sitting with his car shifted into park and staring at some lone window in an apartment complex he'd never been to before, he couldn't quite figure and could in no way contribute to any kind of exhaustion.
This was simply the end of a timeline that had placed him there, naturally and not as a result of any conscious decisions he'd made. After all, Paul thought, animals that hunt are instinctively drawn to their prey. And in the silence of his car there he began to wonder what exactly goes through an animal's mind at the moment that they find themselves gone suddenly from their resting position to being quite literally on top of some prey.
He wondered if in the time between the animal's triggered instinct and the inevitable end result, which always left the animal panting and with a bloodied mouth, if there was any real memory of the hunt itself at all?
Or was it comparable to something like a blackout, Paul thought, similar to the way in which humans enter a room and then not remember why they'd gone in there in the first place? He began to think of their family cat, who was far away in another neighborhood across town, and of how the cat locks onto birds fluttering outside of his living room window before jumping and leaving scratches in his lap as the animal stops to stand frozen in the window like a work of taxidermy. He wondered if, as with those birds, was it possible that the slightest of movements could trigger the lunge of any natural predator?
Paul found his way back out from the wilderness of his thoughts, back to his immediate surroundings, there inside of his car in that strange parking lot as he stared up at Building D.
His last clear memory was of being at his local drug store about thirty-five minutes ago, standing in line two places behind the man that would trigger this strange hunt. All at once, scattered memories began to connect like links on a chain, and he recalled now how he had taken the hard turns in this unfamiliar neighborhood, how he'd memorized every street sign. He remembered how he'd kept a safe distance behind the car as not to spoil his reveal.
But like now, he also remembered asking himself what in the hell he was doing, if what he wanted to do was just to make this person aware that he was being followed. Yes, he had wanted to teach this man that sometimes bad behavior could trigger a response from a completely uninvolved, total stranger. He wanted to elicit fear, and this was precisely why he had yet to shift his car out of park, why he hadn't even considered leaving the parking lot in favor of keeping an eye on the movements up in that third-floor window.
The shadow of the man moved back and forth up there, and Paul could only figure that the man was placing down the Coronas that he purchased at the drug store, the same Coronas that he watched this man carry up those three flights of steps to the balcony near his front door.
Paul leaned forward again in the driver's seat, and he began to imagine what possible furniture configurations existed up there, what obstacles might be in his path once he decided to enter that apartment to do whatever it was he was that his instinct had led him there to do next.
And there was that word again: instinct. He leaned back, and again he thought of the animal in the midst of its hunt, wondering if in the throws of instinctive behavior do animals even know that they're acting on instinct? It was all so very interesting to him what it was he was obviously becoming, and he liked the idea that if anything were to come of this sudden fit of stalking, it would be a better understanding of the animal kingdom of which he tells his son often that they are both very much a part.
Yes, a first-hand, predatory experience would be the perfect topic of conversation to have with his young son tonight. And he knew that the boy would be interested because at some point the discussion would turn to talk of guns. The boy loved the feel of the weapon that Paul had purchased and shown him, an extension of himself as he pulled the trigger and made the empty cylinder turn and hammer to snap down on the empty chamber.
Paul reminded himself again to always keep that cylinder empty, to make sure that the bullets were removed from the gun and placed out of reach before his ex-wife would arrive to deliver their son to him tonight.
And he had so many other surprises for his boy tonight, such as the big bag of chocolates and hard candies that he'd purchased from the drug store when it was his turn in line, just moments before he would get back into his car and start driving far out of his way to sit in this parking lot. He had planned to share the chocolate with his son, and then use the individually wrapped hard candies as poker chips. He was going to teach his boy all about the thrill of winning, even if it meant a small series of winning poker hands.
He wanted to explain, however, how through violence one could remove an opponent altogether.
But who was he to explain such a thing without ever having done it himself?
Because instinct didn't require any skill, Paul concluded. Skill was not relevant in a situation like that. And he began to wonder again if the man in the apartment upstairs knew that he was being watched.
But what was he really doing there? How did he actually plan to end this natural timeline without finishing it, if for no other reason than not to have wasted all of this time and effort? Did he remember even having a plan before taking that thirty-five minute drive out of his way to follow this man to his home?
Well, Paul thought, that man upstairs was a bully. And in the end, all that mattered was that he hated bullies. The bully's behavior in the store tonight was all it took to do it to himself, to place himself in such a dangerous position, like the last fatal movements of an animal's prey.
Paul had chosen this bully, and the only plan from here on out needed to be to bring and end to this stalk, which would ultimately mean the end of this bully. And he was simply going to walk up those steps and let himself inside of that apartment to do it. Once inside, he'd navigate his way around that furniture to get at the bully quickly and not allow him the time to defend himself.
And one of those Corona bottles would do the trick, Paul thought, would be perfect to break into a shard and shove deep into the bully's neck.
He wondered what it was going to feel like at the moment that the bottle punctured flesh.
And Paul was going to do it without uttering a single word, with only the satisfaction of being recognized as the anonymous man who was standing two persons behind the bully at the checkout line. Paul was the man that scoffed loudly when the bully had finished demeaning the cashier, the one who caught the bully's attention and made him turn around. Paul was the random person with whom the bully had made eye contact, meant to intimidate, and it was Paul's icy return stare that had come all too naturally.
But then the bully had dismissed their exchange altogether, instead turning back to the cashier and insisting that it was their credit card reader that was malfunctioning and not his card. He explained that he had gone in their every night this week and purchased the very same longnecks with that very same credit card. And he'd never been hassled like this before now.
The cashier had then insisted again, albeit bashfully, that it was the credit card.
The bully then pushed back, only this time, he'd called the cashier a name.
There, Paul thought, that was the point where his instincts had been triggered. That was the fatal final movements of his prey. The bully had decided that the cashier's dignity was his to take, regardless of the fact that this cashier no doubt had a timeline of his own, had a day of challenges and frustrations and perhaps even the smallest of pleasures.
That cashier didn't need to experience such pain tonight.
Still, everyone looked on without getting involved.
"Let me talk to your manager," the bully had said, and Paul noted that it wasn't the manager but was rather your manager.
"I'll get my manager," the cashier replied, "but don't disrespect me like that."
"It's you that's disrespecting me!" the bully returned.
A random blue-collar worker, who had occupied the first place in line behind the bully and who Paul would've thought shared in the frustration, instead turned around to comment. "This fucking kid better get his manager," he said to Paul. "Or else this guy's gonna kick his ass!"
Well, Paul had thought just then, … was he now?
He was back to Building D now. The bully was right up there in Building D, and from what Paul remembered he was by all standards a stereotype, a stocky man in his early forties in a tank top and shorts and with a sun visor that sat the wrong way on his head. And the bully no doubt had a timeline of his own, had a day of challenges and frustrations and perhaps even the smallest of pleasures.
His beer, for instance, was all that the bully wanted out of life tonight.
But the bully was in for so much more!
Only Paul was no longer even in the parking lot.
He'd gone and done it again, had pounced elsewhere like the predator that he'd become without his knowing. He was already back home and in his driveway. And again he tried to harness what little memory he could of his latest time lapse, remembering now that he'd indeed run a few stop signs in his neighborhood, and that at some point he'd reached over to the glove compartment to make sure that the gun was still in there and loaded.
Paul reached up and adjusted his rearview mirror there in his driveway, and he had a timeline of his own, had a day of challenges and frustrations and perhaps even the smallest of pleasures.
But he wasn't quite sure why it was he was now sitting and waiting in his driveway, why he was staring intently at the reflection of the curb in his rearview mirror, or why he was now holding the gun with the hammer pulled back.
He wasn't fully aware yet of what it was he was there to do next, but he knew that at some point his ex-wife would arrive at that curb to deliver their son to him tonight.
August 2019


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Update: I did it! I got 3 pairs and now I have a $10 coupon code for anyone else wanting to try them (which gives me $10 credit too, for total disclosure lol)
I'm sure this has come up before but I wasn't paying attention if it has. My first post-IUD magickal ladye moontyme is finally upon me (apparently I have a 6 week cycle now that I stopped the pill? ok.) and yea, tis a veritable bloodebathe. I'm not thinking of flying solo with these but I would like some to spare my regular undies from destruction.
Also if anyone has one of those refer a friend discount codes, that would be sweet :D

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5. Create Trust with Trust Seals
There are several companies that offer trust seals for your website. These companies do anything form verifying your security on checkout, to periodic scans of your website for viruses and malware.
Real life example:
MHS includes three Security Seals on its website. Each one provides a different services, and comes a different price level from its vendor.
- The Commodo Seal checks our website security hourly to ensure all orders are encrypted.
- The Site Lock Seal also checks our security, but also checks for any hacker intrusions that may be occurring on our web server.
- The McFEE Security Seal checks for Malware and Viruses hourly by scanning every file on our website.
What you should do on your own website:
We recommend the Site Lock Seal to our customers, it's inexpensive and the most effective at it's price point. Not only does it give your visitors a feel of trust, it can give you piece of mind that your website is being checked for intrusions.


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Palestine is a geographic region in Western Asia between the Mediterranean Sea and the Jordan River. It has a total land area of 27,009 km² and a population of 11.8 million people according to the Palestinian estimates in 2013.
The climate in the Palestinian territory is Mediterranean in its basic pattern, and varies from semi-arid in the west to extremely arid in the east and southeast; it is characterized by long, hot, dry summers and short, cool, rainy winters, as modified locally by altitude and latitude. The climate is determined by the location between the subtropical aridity characteristic of Egypt and the subtropical humidity of the eastern Mediterranean area.
About 70 percent of the average rainfall in the country falls between November and March; June through August are often rainless. Rainfall is unevenly distributed, decreasing sharply as one move southward. In the extreme south, rainfall averages less than 100 mm annually; in the north, average annual rainfall is about 1,100 mm. Rainfall varies from season to season and from year to year. Precipitation is often concentrated in violent storms, causing erosion and flooding [2].
Groundwater is the main source of water for the Palestinians in the West Bank and Gaza Strip and provides more than 90% of all water supplies. Following the 1967 occupation, Israel controls all shared water resources including surface and groundwater, and utilizes more than 85% of these resources, leaving less than 15% for Palestinian use. The surface water in Occupied Palestine is represented by several seasonal wadis, as well as the Jordan River, which is currently controlled and used exclusively by the Israelis [3].
Occupied Palestine is among the countries with the scarcest renewable water resources per capita; average domestic water consumption is only 72 l/c/d in the West Bank; it is higher at 90 l/c/d in Gaza (but the water quality there is far below all standards). This is significantly below the per capita domestic water delivery in other countries in the Middle East, constraining economic development, increasing infrastructure and running costs and possibly leading to health problems. More than half of the available groundwater is used for domestic water supply, severely limiting the available volume for industry and especially irrigated agriculture [4].
The water situation in Gaza is much worse than on the West Bank. In general, for 2012 the total local water resource (including wells and springs) available for all purposes for Palestinians was some 289 MCM; about 104 MCM in the West Bank and about 185 MCM in Gaza Strip [5].
Desalination of brackish water to achieve acceptable levels of drinking water quality is an important option that is implemented in the West Bank on a limited scale. In Gaza it is presently implemented at local scale only, although it is a key requirement in water resources management and very urgent. The most important accomplishment is the start of the expansion of the existing Deir El Balah seawater treatment plant from a capacity of 0.22 MCM/y to 0.95 MCM/y (2600 m3/day) [7].


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DeviceLock, Inc., a worldwide leader in endpoint Data Leak Prevention (DLP) software, announces the launch of a product replacement program for customers of DLP products from end-of-life endpoint DLP offerings from third-party vendors.
This new program makes it extremely easy and affordable for organizations currently using these now unsupported products to remain compliant with their internal and external data security policies by replacing them with DeviceLock's fully supported and multi-award winning suite of DLP products.
DeviceLock has been providing the industry's most trusted endpoint DLP solutions since 1996, and offers endpoint control and data leak prevention software to some of the world's most security intensive environments including healthcare organizations, government agencies, defense contractors, pharmaceutical companies, academic institutions, financial firms, and research centers in over 100 countries.
For a limited time, DeviceLock is offering licensed customers of other "end-of-life" endpoint DLP solutions a chance to replace these unsupported products with equivalent DeviceLock DLP modules at a significantly reduced cost. This program treats these customers as if they were DeviceLock's own recurring clients, and offers them a 1-to-1 license replacement of their now unsupported software with our fully supported products that have been trusted by thousands of organizations over the span of 20 years.
"We are very concerned with the security and budget implications that organizations now face because of the loss of several DLP software vendors over the past few years," says Vladimir Chernavsky, VP of North American Operations for DeviceLock, Inc. "Our program has been designed to ease the pain for organizations that are now facing significant security issues from running unsupported DLP software. DeviceLock software has achieved 20 years of market leadership and continuous development, and those facts alone should provide comfort to these abandoned customers of other solutions whose run was cut well short."
For more information on this unique product replacement program, please contact DeviceLock at 925-231-4400 or email dlp-swap (at) devicelock.com and talk to one of our endpoint security specialists.
About DeviceLock, Inc.
Established in 1996, DeviceLock, Inc. provides device control and endpoint data leak prevention software solutions to businesses of all sizes and industries. Protecting more than 7 million computers in more than 70,000 organizations worldwide, DeviceLock, Inc. has a vast range of corporate customers including financial institutions, state and federal government agencies, classified military networks, healthcare providers, telecommunications companies, and educational institutions. Based in San Ramon, California, DeviceLock, Inc. is an international organization with offices in Vancouver, London, Düsseldorf, Moscow and Milan.


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There's something about The Year of the Dragon (really, just say it aloud) that is going to get any self-respecting fantasy geek pretty stoked. With that in mind, we're going to embrace this draconic year, which began this week, by noting all the books you'll want add to your reading list, lest you upset the fire-breathing lizard looking over your shoulder.
"A Dance with Dragons" by George R.R. Martin
Could this list have started with anything other than the fifth book in Martin's A Song of Ice and Fire series? He's played up the character drama and intrigue and played down the supernatural for four books now. With the trouble in the North brewing and some winged beasts afloat, look for "A Dance with Dragons" to start your year off grizzly and brutally, but right.
"Inheritance" by Christopher Paolini
If you haven't started the YA phenomenon the Inheritance Cycle, you're missing out on one of the most-loved dragon-themed fantasy collections ever written. Go back and start from the beginning if need be, but if you're all caught up, expect an exciting conclusion to the tale of Eragon and his dragon Saphira.
"Dragonflight" by Anne McCaffrey
McCaffrey's series, begun in 1968, is timeless. Start with "The Dragonriders of Pern" and jump to the "Renegades of Pern" and "Harper Hall" as well. The story focuses on the symbiotic, telepathic relationship between humans and their dragons and their never-ending battle against a looming threat dubbed the Thread. There's enough reading here to keep you in Pern for the entire year, and characters like Lessa are compelling enough that you won't mind at all.
"Beowulf" by Unknown (Seamus Heaney translation)
This classic poem is likely more than 1,000 years old and an epic in the same vein as Homer's "Odyssey." Grendel might be better remembered as the villain here, but think of him as a pit stop before a dragon jumps in the mix. Even if it's not the first dragon story ever written, it's one of the best.
"Dragons of Autumn Twilight" by Margaret Weis
Similar to the Dragonriders series, Weis's Dragonlance series could take over your life if you're not already well into it. Overall, there are more than 90 (yes, 90) books to wade through, but the journey is going to be a rewarding one. By the time it's finished, expect to live through more than a few lives in more than a few worlds—Krynn being a world that's very difficult to forget. Start with "The Dragons of Autumn Twilight," published in 1984; and by all means, skip around a bit.
"The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo" by Stieg Larsson
So, not exactly a dragon, but Lisbeth is sometimes scarier than one. A different beast entirely from the fantasy on this list, "The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo" is a shocking mystery that should only be jumped into with a strong stomach and an open mind.
"His Majesty's Dragon" by Naomi Novak
The first book of the Temeraire series, Novak's "His Majesty's Dragon" is an alternate history tale that puts dragons in the skies during the Napoleonic era. Capt. Will Laurence inherits a dragon egg and that starts an aerial war of dragon-on-dragon action for the glory of the Empire. The latest book, "Tongues of Serpents" (book six) was released in 2010, and the next, "Crucible of Gold," is scheduled for a March 2012 release. Read quick and you'll be ready when it drops.
"Bazil Broketail" by Christopher Rowley
Just because a book has friendly dragons, that doesn't mean it's destined for kids. Rowley's Bazil Broketail series, starting with this episode, is an under-the-radar gem. The books are tough to find, but seeking them out online is worth the effort. Bazil and his orphan-friend Relkin are memorable characters and their seven-book journey is a worth-the-work adventure.
"Eona," by Alison Goodman
The second book in the young adult series by Goodman, "Eona" is the story of Eon, a dragoneye—a human link to a dragon's power. Eon's no longer disguised as a boy in a class system where girls can't aspire to learn dragon magic, so expect more drama concerning her unique powers this time around. The series is a duology, so it's easy enough to start and finish quickly and yet another spin on dragon-human relationships.


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Hasn't everybody who thinks he's anybody been swept up (almost like the rapture, but on cable) with Glenn Beck's We Surround You movement?
Millions want to participate.
Millions more want the ones who participate locked up and tried for sedition.
Chuck Norris just wants a million people to come to his next karate tournament for geriatrics.
And FoxNews is counting the millions all the way to the bank (where, because the bank has taken TARP funds there will be no Snapple or million-dollar bonuses for the executives).
But I Googled "We Surround You" for my daily update, and discovered that:
Glenn Beck is in fact an emissary from the High Council in the planetary system of Sirius!!!!!!
I have proof.
The Sirian High Council, providentially, maintains a website. This is important stuff, and better by far than those watered-down principles about God, family, and the Constipation.
Here's the gist of the Sirian philosophy and movement:
A bright light shines upon your world tonight. Transcending time, transcending space, transcending the density of your known universe. The light that shines through defies the dark umbrage of shadow and cloud; it shines through the veil of the unknown...of ignorance, through borders, boundaries, limitation and separation. This is a light so bright it defies the very nature of your holographic reality, the third density...the world in which you believe you exist, for it is of such a frequency that it cannot be perceived there in any measurable terms and yet IT IS – and always will be.
Such is the brilliance of the light that pours through the Cosmos of Soul this day that it glitters in the conscious collective as do diamonds bathed in the rays of the sun. It strums the eternal strings of the heart and resounds in the music of the spheres with the sweetness of birdsong – with the roar of Gaia's mighty waves when they crash upon her shores. It is the music of all experience; it is the laughter, the wonder, the joy of all existence: The Power and The Will and The Glory.
Those beyond the world of Gaia observe your struggle, celebrate your victories, share in your quest for peace and the higher vibration. In the cosmic clock, we, Sirians of the sixth dimension, are only minutes ahead of you and we are of you as you are of us. We know the density of fog. We know the longing to bask in that light where darkness never again can cloud the soul's determined climb along the perilous journey back to Source. And yes, we know the light eternal where darkness cannot shroud the soul.
What? Don't see the resemblance to Glenn Beck yet?
(I do this research so you don't have to.)
How about now?:
We embrace you, children of Gaia … our love around you. We surround you with the strength and courage of our love and commitment, that together we (the Light Ones of the Universe) may understand the purpose of these destructive processes and learn from them. This process, that of confronting the lower emotions and then raising them for the good of the entirety, is the higher aspect of what is taking place around you now.
Ah ... we surround you ... Glenn is the emissary from the planet Please-send-him-somewhere-else.
Ahem. Seriously.
To those of you genuinely feeling like the America you're looking for is receding at the speed of trillions of dollars, here's a clue:
Following somebody like Glenn Beck or Chuck Norris serves only two functions:
1) Lining their pockets.
2) Allowing your political opponents to characterize you as dangerous nutjobs, and thereby use your lack of real political saavy to facilitate them doing all the things you're worried about.
What you can do:
1) If you are a social conservative, be a social conservative and stop worrying about gay people getting married, medical marijuana, or stem-cell research. Your freedom to do what you think is right, correct, and Godly is safeguarded at the price of gritting your teeth and minding your own business when other people have different ideas.
2) Stop accepting the idea that America is filled with us and them. Hate-mongers on both sides need the country to be polarized. They need you to refuse to recognize the good in people with different political opinions. They need to replace objective fact with carefully crafted media narratives which sound more believable than the truth.
3) Ask yourself if you really think it was an accident that Dick Cheney shot that guy. (OK, sorry. Couldn't resist.)


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CRESTVIEW HILLS, Ky. (Nov. 5) – The Waynesburg University football team did a lot more than just win a football game on Saturday. Not only did the Yellow Jackets score arguably their biggest win ever under seventh-year head coach Rick Shepas by upsetting sixth-ranked Thomas More 26-23, they ended the Saints' 29-game regular season winning streak, halted their 26-game Presidents' Athletic Conference (PAC) winning streak and kept their own postseason hopes alive.
With the win, which snapped a three-game losing streak to Thomas More, Waynesburg seizes sole possession of second place in the conference standings with a 5-2 PAC mark (5-3 overall). After tasting regular season defeat the first time since 2008, the Saints' season record falls to 8-1 (7-1 in conference action). Not only did the Jackets pick up an enormous victory, but they controlled the game from the start and never trailed.
Waynesburg's special teams got the ball rolling late in the first quarter. After failing to score on its second-straight offensive possession, the Yellow Jackets' Zack Rogers launched a 41-yard punt that was fumbled away by the Saints and recovered by junior Stephen Holt at the Thomas More 22-yard line. Five plays later, senior quarterback Josh Graham found junior All-American tight end Adam Moses on a three-yard touchdown pass that put Waynesburg up 6-0 with 3:44 to go in the first quarter. Senior Chris Marini nailed the first of several critical kicks to put his team up 7-0.
The Jacket special teams struck again on Thomas More's ensuing drive and put the home team in a rare two-score hole. This time, it was the Saints doing the punting, but things ended in an even worse fashion for the four-time PAC champions as sophomore Pat Depizzo blocked the kick, scooped it up and sprinted 40 yards to pay dirt to move Waynesburg ahead 13-0. Another Marini extra point widened the visiting team's advantage to 14-0 with just second remaining in the first quarter.
The Saints cut their deficit down to 14-7 at halftime, but Waynesburg rebuilt a multi-score advantage in the third quarter. During its first possession of the period, Thomas More looked poised to tie the game up or move into the lead as they put together 11 plays and advanced 41 yards to the Jacket 24-yard line. However, senior All-American cornerback Sean Hunt continued his recent hot play by intercepting his third pass over the last two games to give Waynesburg the ball back at its own 20-yard line.
The Jackets proceeded to take Hunt's interception and turn it into a 14-play marathon march that lasted 71 yard and resulted in a 26-yard Marini field goal that made the score 17-7 Waynesburg with 4:22 remaining in the third period.
The Jacket defense did it again on Thomas More's ensuing drive as it stuffed the Saint offense on 4th and nine at the Waynesburg 31-yard line to give the ball back to Graham and the offense with 2:08 left in the third. The fifth-year signal caller didn't need 14 plays to put his team back in the end zone. In fact, he didn't even need two as Graham found sophomore Mike Ferraro on a 69-yard catch and run that concluded with Ferraro in Thomas More's end zone. After a missed PAT try, the Jackets led 23-7 with just under 2:00 to play in the third quarter.
However, the home team showed the resolve that allowed them to go almost 30 regular season games without a loss by scoring the next 16 points over a span of around five minutes to tie the game at 23-23 with 10:41 left to play. Luckily, Waynesburg's defense answered their opponent's challenge by forcing the Saints into a three-and-out on their next possession, giving the ball to the Jacket offense at its own 49-yard line with 7:23 left to play.
From there, Graham and his offensive comrades showed tremendous poise by slowly working their way down the field. By slowly picking up yardage in small increments, Waynesburg not only moved the ball deep into Thomas More territory, but milked the clock down to under three minutes. The Jackets set up a first-and-goal situation from the eight-yard line, but were unable to find the end zone. Thankfully, Marini was able to bail his offensive counterparts out and nailed down a 24-yard field goal that concluded a 13-play, 44-yard drive that chewed up 4:44 of clock and gave Waynesburg the lead back at 26-23 with 2:39 left to play in regulation.
Thomas More had two more shots to tie the game back up or pull out a last-minute victory, but the Jacket defense stifled the Saint passing game to seal up the victory. Waynesburg held its opponent to just one completion in its last eight pass attempts and junior Bryan Gary not only sacked Saint quarterback Robert Kues, but forced and recovered a fumble that clinched the momentous win.
Waynesburg's offense was led by Graham, who threw a personal-high 51 passes. He completed 27 of them for 250 yards, two touchdowns and no interceptions. His favorite targets on the day were Moses and junior wide receiver Christian Jackson. Moses pulled in a game-high nine balls for 64 yards and his second score in as many games. Jackson added seven receptions for 46 yards, while Ferraro tallied a game-high 87 yards on just two grabs.
The Waynesburg defense was spearheaded by Gary, who racked up nine tackles, six of them solo stops, two tackles for loss and the game-clinching sack that resulted in a fumble. Senior safety Ryan Williams tied for the game lead with 11 tackles, including eight solo hits, 1.5 tackles for loss and two passes defended. Hunt racked up eight total tackles and 1.5 tackles for loss to go along with his team-leading third interception of the year.
Thomas More was led offensively by running back Domonique Hayden, who recorded 100 total yards (75 rushing, 25 receiving) and a touchdown on 24 touches.
Along with holding a slim 323 to 316 edge in total offensive yardage, Waynesburg's most impressive statistic had to be in the turnover department. Thomas More came into the game with a PAC-best plus-14 turnover margin, which tied the Saints for the number-seven spot in the Division III rankings. The Jackets forced three turnovers and didn't give the ball up once for a plus-three showing in the victory. Waynesburg also won the time of possession battle, holding on to the ball for 31:35.
While Saturday's win is one that will live on in Waynesburg football lore for years or even decades to come, the Yellow Jackets themselves won't be able to celebrate it for long. They must now turn their attention to the final regular season game of the year, which is the annual "PAC Backyard Brawl" between the Jackets and Washington & Jefferson. A victory over the Presidents could salvage a berth in the Eastern Collegiate Athletic Conference (ECAC) Southwest Bowl. Kickoff in Washington is scheduled for 1:30 p.m.


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Continuing the Series of the Droids, Motorola recently unveiled an all new Droid phone recently which is dubbed as the Droid 3 handset, if you already own an Android handset then you surely would want to have the goodies of the Motorola Droid 3 then we are here to cover the same in this article. At the end of this article you will be able to load your Android device with the default or in other words the stock wallpapers of Motorola Droid 3 handset.
There are 23 wallpapers in whole which we will see in depth on how you can transfer these wallpapers in your phone so that you can easily set individually as your phone's wallpaper. If you want to recollect on how and what are the core specifications of the Droid 3 handset then you can refer a complete coverage on Motorola Droid 3 which includes in depth analysis of the specifications, design, hardware, software, performance, battery life and last but not the least the price at which its priced. As of now it has been only launched in the US markets, but once it launches in other markets, we will surely cover about the same only on Androidadvices.com site.
The best part of the wallpapers which are shown below is that irrespective of your current phone and also irrespective of the current firmware you are on like Android 1.5, 1.6, 2.0, 2.1, 2.2, 2.2.1, 2.3, 2.3.2, 2.3.3, 2.3.4 and also on Android's 3.0 honeycomb version you can easily load all the wallpapers in your phone. Also, you doesn't need any sort of additional elements to make the below wallpapers as your home screen wallpapers. All the wallpapers which are shown below are the High Quality wallpapers and are High Definition wallpapers for Android phones.
Procedure to load Stock Droid 3 Wallpapers in any Android Phone:
- From your computer, first of all you need to download the Motorola Droid 3 Wallpapers Zip file. Now, as soon as you download the same, you will have to right click on the file and then need to click on the option of "Extract Files". As soon as you select this option, you will see that a new pop up will be opened up.
- Now, all you need to do is to select the path to which you wish to extract the files to, once you choose the path along with the folder to which you wish to save or extract to, just click on the "OK" tab which is located at the bottom of the popped up screen as shown in the below screen shot.
- Now, after this you will see that you will be prompted to enter in the password, here you will have to enter the password as "androidadvices" as it is without any inverted comas.
- As soon as you enter the password correctly, the files will be started to extract successfully as shown in the below screen shot one by one.
- That's it the path where you have given to extract, there you will find the respective folder which will contain the extracted Droid 3 stock wallpapers. In all you will find that there will be 22 wallpapers as you can see in the below screen shot. Please note that just in case wallpapers are found less after extracting the zip file then that means that the downloading is not proper and again you will have to download the same from the below link.
Once the wallpapers are extracted, you will have to rename the folder with the name of "Wallpapers" and then you need to place this folder as it is in your Android Phone.
Now, from your Android phone you need to find for the folder named "Wallpapers" and then you will see that all the wallpapers are now copied successfully and then to set the same as your wallpaper, you will have to long press on the same to set the same as wallpaper. Do let us know on whether you liked these wallpapers or not as it will help us to serve you better and just in case of any issues then you can mention the same in the comments section below as we will ensure that all your queries are addressed as soon as possible.


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Behind the scenes at Life Stationery
When I was a child, one of the most exciting places I visited was my grandparents' industrial laundry in the country town of Ballarat. It was filled with huge machines, massive coal-fired ovens, rows of old Singer sewing machines to repair overalls – steam, noise, smells….so much excitement! Oh, and the biscuits. There were always biscuits.
The 'industry' of the place fascinated me – real work that you could see being done by real people. Which is perhaps why I so loved seeing these behind-the-scenes images of the Life Stationery Workshop located just outside Tokyo in Japan. This is fantastic quality stationery that is truly made by hand (and then sold at ridiculously reasonable prices). These photos demonstrate that it actually doesn't get much more 'hand made' than Life Stationery – hand gluing, hand trimming, hand sorting, notebooks compiled by hand.
What was to become Life Stationery was founded in 1946 by Yasuhiro Saito, after working as an apprentice to a paper manufacturer. In 1949, after wartime rationing ended, the founder wanted to recognise the new opportunities and future of his country and business by calling the company LIFE.
The stationery products were initially sold on the streets of Japan, from bicycle-drawn carts. (We're very sad not to have a photo of those!) As the business and brand gained recognition, it was then sold via Japanese department stores and other established retailers. Today Life Stationery is sold around the world – not just in Australia but in the US, across Europe and throughout Asia.
We asked the Life Stationery team to share a little more about the Life Stationery story…
Q. Who is a typical Life Stationery customer?
A. All sorts of people love Life – from university students to doctors and lawyers.
Q. Do your customers share with you what they love about Life Stationery?
A. They tell us it's the high quality of the paper, the binding and the cover designs.
Q. How do you believe being hand-made affects the quality of your products?
A. As we are a small company, with a small range, we are able to focus on the products we do make to ensure they are the best they can be.
Q. Who 'designs' Life Stationery?
We don't have a single designer. Our employees work as a team with our paper supplier, book binders, printers and more to develop our range.
Q. Why do you think the Japanese are so renowned for quality stationery?
A. Personally, I think the Japanese focus on KAIZEN is the reason. KAIZEN means "continuous improvement" and it's a concept that is now understood worldwide.
Shop Life Stationery at Milligram
I noticed the A5 Noble Note Refills with the 6 holes punched aren't in your store. Could you bring them in if I wanted some? :o) Pretty sure there'd be other customers looking to add leaves to their A5 organisers and binders too!


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21 Homemade Granola Recipes That Slash Sugar
Homemade granola recipes
Don't you love granola for breakfast, granola bars for a snack, and those fun little granola parfaits you can get at fast food restaurants anytime? So wholesome right? Well, actually not. Despite its healthy image, some store-bought granola is so loaded with fat and calories it makes our list of fattening foods you should never eat. The solution? Make your own homemade granola, breakfast bars, and parfaits—since you know exactly what's going into it, you can keep it low-sugar, but still totally delicious. Here, some of our all-time favorite homemade granola recipes to pair with fresh fruit and Greek yogurt for a well-rounded, diet-friendly breakfast.
Golden Fruit and Nut Granola Bars
Try this recipe: Golden Fruit and Nut Granola Bars
If you often have to eat on the go, pack one of these bars in your purse for a dose of healthy whole grains and protein. One recipe makes 12 bars, so you'll have plenty for the week ahead.
Ingredients: Flaxseeds, nut butter, light agave nectar, golden raisins, vanilla extract, kosher salt, rolled oats, raw, unsalted mixed nuts, flaky sea salt
Calories: 256
Cardamom-Vanilla Granola
Try this recipe: Cardamom-Vanilla Granola
Dig in: Nuts and seeds (use any you want) plus oats and fruit are transformed with fragrant cardamom.
Ingredients: Honey, ground cardamom, extra-virgin olive oil, vanilla extract, kosher salt, uncooked rolled oats, raw almonds, raw cashews, pumpkin seeds, unsweetened flaked coconut, cooking spray, cranberries
Calories: 265
Apricot-Pine Nut Granola Bars
Try this recipe: Apricot-Pine Nut Granola Bars
You'll love this grown-up version of the classic after school snack. Plus, it's packed with good-for-you nutrients: pine nuts are loaded with minerals, especially iron, magnesium, zinc, copper, and manganese.
Ingredients: Olive oil cooking spray, tart dried apricots, runny wild honey, extra-virgin olive oil, light brown sugar, old-fashioned rolled oats, pine nuts, ground cardamom, salt, ground golden flaxseed
Calories: 176
Adapted from Better Baking (C) 2016 by Genevieve Ko. Reproduced by permission of Houghton Mifflin Harcourt/Rux Martin Books. All rights reserved.
Basic Granola
Try this recipe: Basic Granola
This easy-to-make granola recipe can be used as template for different variations. To save money, look for nuts, oats, and dried fruit in your supermarket's bulk bins and buy only as much as you need.
Ingredients: Old-fashioned rolled oats, almonds, pumpkin seeds, unsweetened coconut flakes, ground cinnamon, salt, extra-virgin olive oil, maple syrup, raisins or dried fruit (optional)
Apricot-Hazelnut Granola
Try this recipe: Apricot-Hazelnut Granola
Start with our Basic Granola recipe and sub in chopped hazelnuts for half of the almonds, then add vanilla and and chopped dried apricots for subtle sweetness and a hit of fiber.
Ingredients: Old-fashioned rolled oats, almonds, pumpkin seeds, unsweetened coconut flakes, ground cinnamon, salt, extra-virgin olive oil, maple syrup, hazelnuts, vanilla, chopped dried apricots
Superfood Crunch Granola
Try this recipe: Superfood Crunch Granola
Start out with our Basic Granola recipe, but omit 1/2 cup of oats and add 1/2 cup of hempseed to up the nutrition. For an even bigger boost, this version also has turmeric, ground ginger, and goji berries.
Ingredients: Ground ginger, ground turmeric, coconut oil, goji berries, old-fashioned rolled oats, almonds, pumpkin seeds, unsweetened coconut flakes, ground cinnamon, salt, extra-virgin olive oil, maple syrup, dried fruit
Quick Baked Pears
Try this recipe: Quick Baked Pears
Waldorf Parfaits
Try this recipe: Waldorf Parfaits
Maple Date-Nut Oatmeal Breakfast Squares
Try this recipe: Maple Date-Nut Oatmeal Breakfast Squares
Greek Yogurt Parfait
Try this recipe: Greek Yogurt Parfait
Jamie's Easy Granola
Try this recipe: Jamie's Easy Granola
Morning Sundials
Try this recipe: Morning Sundials
Granola Yogurt Parfait
Greek Yogurt Fruit Parfait
Try this recipe: Greek Yogurt Fruit Parfait
Related video: How to Make Greek Yogurt Fruit Parfait
Everyday Granola
Try this recipe: Everyday Granola
Greek Yogurt Sundae
Almond Cereal Bars
Try this recipe: Almond Cereal Bars
Yogurt Crunch Parfait
Try this recipe: Yogurt Crunch Parfait
Granola with Pecans, Pumpkin Seeds and Dried Mango
Try this recipe: Granola with Pecans, Pumpkin Seeds and Dried Mango
Yogurt Breakfast Bowl
Try this recipe: Yogurt Breakfast Bowl
Related video: Yogurt Breakfast Bowl
Wholesome Morning Granola
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Last week saw a flurry of them really, and you just have to stay calm, breathe deeply, attempt to problem solve and hope that it all works out in the end.
The first one happened as Barry and I were printing the third letterpress print for the series.
Despite all my best efforts to keep the furniture in chase in position; it must have moved a bit. I think it happened in the proofing as I had to change a few pieces of type over, unlock it and then re-tighten and I inadvertently unlocked one side that I had avoided unlocking before. In the re-tightening, there were only millimetres in it; but that's all you need.
Some of the guilty type that started it all. Nobody's fault really - the type was damaged and it only becomes clear once you proof.
That one resolved, I thought I would just go print a page for the book. On the Adana tabletop press which is my best mate, and has never failed me nor not played nicely with me. Until it didn't.
How's this for a bunch of failed prints? On and on and on it went.
We got up early the next morning and Barry came over to help see if we could sort it out together. A bit of engineering and we think we've got it - the good news is the book page printed well.
And then the final of the letterpress prints. This one shows us moving the paper up and down to try to get it to fit around the etching. Each and every one of these prints caused us grief.
Bad huh?
We finally worked out why it was so hard. The line above the etching had a descender (the y). The line below the etching was full of ascenders (the k, the i, the ls). With the top descending and the bottom ascending - we were squished in the middle! This hadn't happened on any of the other etchings, and in future I will choose my words more wisely.


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Weekly Wrap-up
What we did this week:
Tried to remember when it was that we gave Johnny an Excel license. Oh wait, we didn't.
Shook our heads at the unfolding mess that is the
San Francisco IT hack story looks a bit too much like Chinatown
What the hell is going on in San Francisco? It's like a freaking detective novel out there all of a sudden.
One of the city's top IT guys has been accused of locking other administrators out of the city's new fiber
Breaking news: Computer skills get you hired
This should come as no surprise, but technology jobs are relatively resistant to a junk U.S. economy, according to a new report from Jobfox, the job search...
MSM Monday Round-up
Big news in all the papers this week. Apparently Apple has released a new version of the phone that plays MP3s and has a full browser. Still going on behind the curtain:
The Washington Post today reports on Abacus Technology, an IT services company that just
Weekly Wrap-up
What we did this week:
Dodged narcoterrorists and revolutionaries on our outsourcing trip to Colombia. Let's not even talk about
CIOs can make $250 in 10 minutes
Every year we endeavor to round up a bunch of salary information and get a grip on how much cash CIOs are taking home. Basically, we figure out how much all of you are making and then tell you about it. We look not only at salary, but also at how it relates to different-sized businesses in...
Weekly Wrap-up
Tossing this one up a day early. Don't bother stopping by tomorrow. We won't be here. Anyway, here's what we did this week: Gathered up all our CIO Decisions 2008 coverage,...
Mozilla Firefox 3 hits. My grandma uses it.
I am so posting this in Mozilla Firefox 3 right now. And I'm pretty happy about that. Sure, Opera rolled along a few years ago and made the point that a decent product could put a slight dent in Microsoft Internet Explorer's market share. But things lit up a bit yesterday with...
Three things that just occurred to me in the span of a minute:
1. RSS is great. I hear a lot of people tell me they "can't get into it." Whatever. Their loss. My news and information intake grows each day and I love it. 2. These people can't be serious. 3....
Google on cloud computing and Enterprise 2.0
Oh, so we went to the Enterprise 2.0 Conference in Boston about three weeks ago and interviewed Rishi Chandra, a product manager with Google's enterprise division. What follows below is a half-hour of raw interview footage covering...


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CNS Shunt Infections
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- Coagulase-negative staphylococci
- S. aureus
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- Candida species
- Vast majority CSF shunt infections caused by normal skin commensals.
- Coagulase-negative staphylococci 40-45%, S. aureus 25%. P. acnes uncommon (usually less than 8% most series), diphtheroids (rare).
- Biofilm formation likely important role in many infections.
- Patients with CSF shunts have an increased risk of meningitis caused by traditional pathogens (S. pneumoniae, N. meningitidis, H. influenzae), these are often treatable without shunt revision.
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Today, most consumers looking to buy a product or service start the process by using a search engine to find vendors and product information. How can you make sure that your business is found when these people are looking for you or your competitors? You need to make sure you rank high in the search engine results, for as many search terms as possible. Here are some tips to picking key words that will get you ranked higher during a Google, Yahoo or Bing search.
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The stylish building, designed by renowned architect Piet Zanstra, is 'hidden in plain sight', amongst the peaceful neighbourhood. However, the V-crew are only too happy to point you to the bustling hotspots nearby. With 91 rooms, 4 and a half stars, and the lively culinary lobby open for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, you'll never want to leave.


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Review: Hidden Worldviews by Wilkens & Sanford
What does it take to have a Christian worldview? In other words, what do you have to do in order to believe and live the truth of the Bible? Some people believe all you have to do is attend a church service once a week, pray, and read your Bible. Unfortunately this is only part of the worldview formation process and the remainder of our worldview is unintentionally formed through the influences of our everyday choices. If you refuse to pay attention to the hidden influencers, then you will find yourself with a potpourri of beliefs that you think is a Christian worldview. According to Steve Wilkens and Mark Sanford, and their book Hidden Worldviews, our worldview is shaped by everything we read, watch, listen to and interact with.
Hidden Worldviews highlights 8 different cultural stores that shape our lives: individualism, consumerism, nationalism, moral relativism, scientific naturalism, new age, postmodern tribalism, and salvation by therapy. As you read through these chapters, you will notice one thing missing – a condemnation and complete dismissal of validity for these opposing worldviews. Wilkens and Sanford are not trying to badmouth these worldviews just for the sake of being mean. What you will find is a valid and honest look at the good and bad of each cultural story. You will be brought onto a journey of discovery and comparison. This journey ends by looking at the contours of a Christian worldview and then discussing how to develop a Christian worldview.
As you have seen from looking at the eight cultural stories discussed in this book, this is not another book on disproving the claims of faiths like Buddhism or Hinduism. This is a book that looks at worldviews most people do not even notice, cultural stories that quietly interweave themselves with who you are and how you act. In my mind, these are worldviews that can do more damage to a person than ones that are "obviously" counter to a Christian worldview. I wonder when the last time someone in the church said, "Brother, you seem to be struggling with nationalism and individualism. I would like to help you realign your worldview with what the Bible says." These conversations are not happening because most people do not realize there is a problem. For this reason, Hidden Worldviews needs to be on your reading list.
Wilkens and Sanford have written a book that would be excellent for small group study, but it does not have any "built in" small group questions after each chapter. If you can write your own questions or know someone who can, then you and your small group will benefit from reading through this book. Hidden Worldviews would also be a great jumping-off point for a lesson or sermon series on worldviews that shape our lives. If read and applied, the content of Hidden Worldviews has the potential to change the reader and those who watch the reader live out their Christian worldview with more understanding and clarity.
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Java Developer – £30-45k + benefits – Software Reseller – Tyne and Wear
I am currently working for a national software reseller with a head office in North East England. They are actively seeking for a Java Developer to join their growing team of specialist technicians.
My client's reputation is continually growing, and are now being recognised globally for their work on a number of projects across various verticals. This is a fantastic opportunity for a self-motivated Java Developer, with ambitions of taking on senior responsibilities in the near future, to join a UK-wide development team.
Candidates wishing to apply for this position must have:
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These listed benefits are not necessities, but candidates with experience in any of the above will be better suited for this Java Development role. For a self-motivated, 'tech loving' Java developer, this exciting role offers a variety of career paths.
My client require not only a technically gifted Java developer, but one which has a confident manner, as this role is client facing. This globally recognised Solutions Integrator also offer training to all of its staff, should they wish to develop their technical experience further. This organisation pride themselves on their progression scheme, and the successful candidate should see themselves in a senior role in the next few years.
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La Doce Mural Pachanga. Photographer, Cait NiSimon
Tucson's South 12th Ave (La Doce) is celebrated locally as a natural "Cultural and Culinary Corridor," complete with Sonoran cuisine, colorful signage, family businesses, and expressions of heritage. SFA is working to help the community gain more recognition for these contributions in an innovative collaboration between community members, non-profit organizations, grassroots organizations, schools, businesses and civic leaders. Several local organizations and the City of Tucson Office of Sustainability have leveraged national support to engage community members in research and planning.
This project directly engages community members in research to identify strategies to strengthen La Doce's local food economy. A comprehensive food system assessment, including the informal food economy, is helping to determine barriers, needs, and opportunities. The project aims not only to identify investment opportunities and strategies for addressing food and economic insecurity, but also to enhance cultural awareness and improve social equity. A related goal is to connect La Doce to the recent UNESCO designation of Tucson as a City of Gastronomy.
This project is supported by Funder's Network for Smart Growth and Livable Communities and the Community Foundation for Southern Arizona in partnership with the Community Food Bank and the City of Tucson.
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On 9 December, ICIMOD observed International Mountain Day 2016 at its headquarters, focusing on the need to retain and employ cultural knowledge in mountain development in the Hindu Kush Himalaya.
At a knowledge forum held to commemorate IMD, ICIMOD invited speakers to focus particularly on the challenges and opportunities facing mountain cultures.
Divya Gurung, from Women Organizing for Change in Agriculture and Natural Resource Management (WOCAN), highlighted women's changing roles as custodians of mountain cultures. Anie Joshi, a Kathmandu-based heritage architect, described her work in North Sikkim and the role of local communities and their institutions in heritage conservation to strengthen mountain identity. Brij Rathore, the Chief Policy Advisor for ICIMOD, talked about Bhutan's work in keeping culture central in all its development programmes.
Dr. Rajan Kotru, the Regional Programme Manager of Transboundary Landscapes Programme of ICIMOD, moderated the knowledge forum panel discussion and highlighted two key points in his summary:
Sushil Pandey, a Knowledge Management and Communication Specialist at ICIMOD, presented the four winners of the 2016 ICIMOD ICT for Mountain Development Awards Competition.
Bikash Dangol, a web officer at ICIMOD, next gave a preview of a virtual tour of ICIMOD's Knowledge Park in Godavari. The Knowledge Park showcases many agricultural, water, and energy innovations. The virtual tour allows students and interested persons anywhere the ability to visit and learn.
The knowledge forum also organized a viewing of a TED Talk from the Bhutanese Prime Minister Tshering Tobgay. He stressed the importance of conserving and promoting mountains cultures for the overall wellbeing of his people and people everywhere.


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Award-winning British novelist Dunmore (Ice Cream, 2003, etc.) tracks the rollercoaster ride of a young woman from nothingness to identity, a journey she is fated to repeat.
In 1965, newborn Rebecca's mother abandons her in a shoebox behind an Italian restaurant. The kitchen help find her before the rats, and she is passed on to adoptive parents who feed her but forget to love her. Haunted by the void in her past, Rebecca must wait until she is grown to find salvation in two men. Joe, who's writing a book about Stalin's second wife that eventually becomes a bestseller, is her empathetic roommate, the brother she has never had. His equally attentive friend Adam, a doctor whose specialty is premature babies, becomes Rebecca's husband, and her adult identity is complete when she gives birth to Ruby. Life is wonderful until five-year-old Ruby dies in a car accident and Rebecca regresses to "the habit of nothing." She and Adam separate, but she encounters a third unconventional savior, Mr. Damiano, a circus impresario turned hotelier who places absolute trust in her abilities as his personal assistant. Meanwhile, Joe, who has never forgotten Rebecca's need for ancestors, is writing a story to erase her fixation on that wretched shoebox. In his work-in-progress, set in France in 1917, single mother Florence vows never to abandon her daughter, even if it means working in a brothel close to the front. Joe's story is both echo chamber and harbinger: Florence shields her child from hostile aircraft just as Rebecca had once dreamed of shielding Ruby from traffic, while the brothel's attic bedroom will find its counterpart in the attic bedroom that reunites Adam and Rebecca.
The layered narrative somewhat muffles the impact of Rebecca's emotional death and rebirth, but Dunmore's eighth novel still offers plenty of incidental pleasures.


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Rufus Morgan Falls
A high, cascading slide in an pretty cove. It almost looks like it's coming off the top of a ridge rather than a stream valley. It's surprisingly difficult to get a good photograph of what is otherwise a pretty falls.
Driving Directions
Take US 64 West from Franklin for 3.7 miles. Turn right on Old Murphy Rd, go 0.1 mi, and then turn left on Wayah Rd (SR 1310). Go 6.3 miles and turn left on FS 388, which is gravel. Go 2 miles to the parking area on the right, which is signed. (FS 388 may be gated in winter, and – although a bit long – makes a nice added hike to get to the trailhead).
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Small Town Treason, a local Toronto Band, hired me to create a brand and identity that reflected their Folk and Hip-hop musical stylings while incorporating their ethnic diversity and "Hometown" roots.
DeeBee produces Hi-End toys for the youth/teen market. They contracted me to produce a website to showcase their Hi-Tech, EyeSpy line of gadgets/remote control vehicles, and to reflect those ideals within the theme and the responsive UI design.
Sonicaid is scientifically engineered music that boosts brainwave activity. As Art Director for Somerset Entertainment, I was tasked to create the brand and packaging for Volume 2; one of their most successful properties.
BBOSS is another Toronto based band with an eclectic multi-faceted style of music. They contracted me to develop both a promotional mini-site and a full website to replace their aging current version. The design coincides with the theme of their first album which has a distinctive 80's flavour which in turn is reflected into the design.
This site is currently offline as they are currently running an MTV TV promo.
Mojito features hot rhythms and cool beats by modern Latin artists .One of many music compilations I created while art-directing at Somerset Entertainment. The design and typography were inspired by the famous drink and a cuban summer afternoon.
This personal project is a GUI Interface make-over for a community customized video game modification for the Strike Fighters series of flight-sims by Thirdwire Productions. The setting for this "Mod" is the Gulf War conflict and is reflected in the overall theme which was also inspired by japanese "simulation" board games artwork of the mid 80s. This project is currently on hold while the project awaits a large update from the game developer.
MiniGrid is a local Toronto Motorsport enthusiast boutique store. As one of my newest clients, I have been tasked to rebrand their older identity as well as redesigning their website and print materials. This project is currently in progress and will be updated as new materials are created.
Celtic Spring features Celtic song favourites from Casadah An Tsugain. One of many music compilations I created while art-directing at Somerset Entertainment. The design and typography were inspired by vintage celtic symbols and springtime in the forest.
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Edward IV and the Wars of the Roses Paperback / softback
by David Santiuste
Indisputably the most effective general of the Wars of the Roses, Edward IV died in his bed, undefeated in battle.
Yet Edward has not achieved the martial reputation of other warrior kings such as Henry V - perhaps because he fought his battles against his own people.
It has also been suggested that he lacked the personal discipline expected of a truly greatcommander.
But as David Santiuste shows in this perceptive and highly readable new study, Edward was a formidable military leader whose strengths and subtlety have not been fully recognized.On the battlefield he was an audacious soldier, fighting like a lion to defend his rights, although he also possessed a cool head that allowed him to withdraw when the odds were against him.
His court was a centre of chivalry, but he did not seek military glory for its own sake.
For Edward, warfare was always a means to an end - indeed he often preferred to forgive his enemies rather than destroy them. And yet, in 1461 and 1471, he waged two brutal and relentless campaigns, crushing all the opposition in his path.David Santiuste's reassessment of Edward's military role, and of the Wars of the Roses in which he played such a vital part, gives a fascinating insight into Edward the man and into the politics and the fighting. Based on contemporary sources and the latest scholarly research, Edward IV and the Wars of the Roses brings to life an extraordinary period of English history.
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- Pages: 208 pages, 20 illustrations
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- Publication Date: 18/08/2011
- Category: British & Irish history
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| November 29, 2015, 6:23 pm
The good news for Nuggets fans who want to get a last look at L.A. Lakers star Kobe Bryant is that the Lakers still have both games of the season series left to play in Denver.
Bryant announced this season will be his last in a heartfelt poem on the Players Tribune on Sunday evening. He'll get the farewell tour in most every NBA city he visits from here on out.
The Lakers play at Denver on Dec. 22 and March 2. Read more…


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