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The scarf is powerful AND intelligent. It has also chosen its wearer. I wonder if it likes being called an Uber (german for super, I think)
'nuff said about that.
Okay, Claire. It's your turn.
do you mean "über"? It means "over" or "on top of". It is mostly used with positions/locations. An exeption for example is: overpowered -> überpowerd
I wasn't sure what 'uber' meant. I based the assumption on some ancient comics (1940s) I inherited. They're in german, but the main character has a big, red "S" on his blue suit, and has a secret identity as a news reporter.
Wouldn't that make it a reasonable assumption to you (if you didn't know german)?
TIL: Superman got translated into german
well that's pretty much what "super" means too in English (like in "superscript"), so . . . 😛
Wait, I thought SHE was the Uber. Is she right and the Uber is the scarf item instead?
Yes, that's right. Now we tie in the comic title 😀
So, what is the name for the superpowered people like Sesame is?
Don't have a working name for it, "gifted" I suppose until we can come up with something better.
Couldn't you run a 'reader's contest' for the category? Basically, we're talking about otherwise normal people who just so happened to gain powers/abilities/talents above and beyond the normal.
Since mages like Kibbles aren't considered part of this group (at least, not yet for Kibbles), A 'magical' phrase would not likely be proper.
In paper comics, terms like 'mutants' and 'supers' comes to mind, One must also remember there should be 'not-so-proper' terms (slang) as well. The paper comics got really inventive with slang.
Well Akai may have lost but they certainly put up one hell of a fight!
Ooohhhhh! OOOHHH! This is a critical page- things are really starting to click. More pages pls. 8 3
Ohhhhh, I get it! That "Uber" is the scarf. That explained for this comic title is "UberQuest". This story is all about Uber's quest. Very catchy title.
This is an amazing backstory.
But if the Uber is just the scarf… then the quest is over. The Uber has been found. This entire comic has just been the epilogue of the quest for the Uber that happened 10 years ago?
Yep, damn. Comic over, only took 100 pages – ya got us!
Also this backstory had time-jumps, this current one Sesame is telling is from the not-so-distant-past.
The quest can't be over because this is a flashback of events gone by,
this is Sesame's start her motives to make what was wrong Right again also to avenge the lives that were lost that day for that Uber
Exactly. Though her quest isn't entirely revenge based, she has alot of questions too.
Along with looking for that missing someone…
Her sister or her father?
well, we've not seen who's missing from this scene yet. Sesame's backstory (as told to Clare) isn't quite finished yet.
I suspect Sesame will find her father dying and be told the invaders took her sister. Her quest will be to find her sister.
Normally, I'd say her sister would be found to have joined the "iron ward" (stockholm syndrome if not anything else) and ended up in charge due to her ability. That would be the normal progression of a story of this type, but that's why I doubt it will happen here.
In stead, I rather hope one of her captors was enamored by her (fell in love) and helped her escape. So Sesame will discover the iron ward is also looking for her sister.
I've always hear and said that it should take at least 100 pages to determine the direction the comic will end up having…
And I can't wait for more.
The time has come!!!!!! Friends!!!! Brothers!!!! Sisters!!!! rejoice and be glad of this momentous occasion: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fVNDjs5Xq9E
Why? It's freakin LIVING armor!! That thing can literally watch your back in a fight.
And here I thought it was just a fashion accessory.
hmm..the scarf has holes in it that resemble a face, the scarf protects her, and appears to be sentient, it reminds me of Senketsu.
I was going to make a joke for the 100th page, but now I don't think it's appropriate.
OK, I've been working on this for a theory for a while now.First we start with a word: convenient. The route the group is taking is too convenient. First we have Kibbles that's going to Northon for a trial. Then, somwehr along the way, Claires crashed pod is located. And there is that person of interest for Sesame in Wreston (or at least further down that road). When something seems too convenient, usually it's because it is. Claire is whole other theory (lots of timey-wimey), so let's put that on the side for now. The letter Sesame got and the woman who talked the guard out of arresting Kibbles had the same symbol on them. And earlier, Kibbles set those guys ablaze. She said it herself: she doesn't recall doing anything that powerful. It was a setup. Someone is putting those two on the same path. So the questions are: why and who?
Earlier I've mentioned that there is a lot of evidence pointing that Kibbles could be the missing person of nobility Kylar is looking for. So her arrset could cause a political incident. And hell, she could have just payed her way out of that (unless Alder is that harsh about punishments). Plus she's noble; she can kill anyone and get away whit it ('tis good to be the Thane :3). But she kept her cover, so she got arrested. And now she's going to royal court. And also, there is Sesame who, evidenced by this page, is a witness to what really happened in the Akai isles the night of the massacre. So what if Kibbles is only their ticket into the royal court? What if the reason they're going there is Sesame? If it is the rebels; then they have some harsh methods (killing an innocent guy just to get a girl in trouble. That's low.) that make them as bad as the regime they're fighting against (that is if the generic blue cat warrior is dead to begin with). Or it could be some other group that has yet to reveal themselves. I dunno. The point is that someone is trying to warn the king about the impending danger to his kingdom. Well that, or someone is looking for recruits.
The USA is considered a low power distance culture, so speaking from that perspective even if the royalty/ nobility can pay a fine to get out of jail for murder/manslaughter (which we can't really establish took place given there is no physical evidence for anything except Kibbles healing spell causing a fire) we still insist there is a trial. As the Forever tv series has clearly demonstrated Americans cannot differentiate between royalty, celebrity, and nobility, we just know some people have 100 poker chips and others have 5. So, in that sense, social status is based more on luck than ability, family, or network. Plus, if Doonesbury has taught us anything, you can buy peerage, have a degrees in dentistry, business, pharmacology, become a journalist, professional football player, surfer, or model, and become a low level politician of Samoa, while running for governorship in California with a felony conviction, without stretching believability to absurd limits. This is especially believable if you win the lottery, you're relatives are corrupt politicians, or they essentially run the college you are attending. Another good example of this sort of thing is in Forest Gump where the idea is you don't even have to be fully conscious to live the american dream.
Fantasy is a cruel mistress, and the unspoken rule is one wouldn't consciously take a belief in that opportunity away from a child; but, it occurs to me that you have an issue with plot convenience when it has all but been established that the UberQuest was over ten years before the current storyline (not the flashback because that would be silly). It hasn't exactly been convenient for Claire and her robot companion, nor has it been convenient for Kibbles, the blacksmith, or Sesame. I mean, when was the last time you went on a quest to retrieve a broken time machine that was knocked into the next village by a low powered super villain before teaming up with a murderer and said super villain? In fact, Claire could easily be the Lex Luthor or megamind of her relative dimension in time and space, and her mother could just as easily be an evil extra terrestrial sent to take over their world like Invader Zim before she got distracted. Barlowe, whatever his name is, could just be a really pathetic heroic villain. Granted, I've seen no evidence that Claire or any of the others are genuinely evil, but I kind of look forward to seeing an inter dimensional superhero with the just world philosophy and mental acuity of a 12 year old Captain Marvel or Superboy Prime show up just to cause her trouble as well. As for the blacksmith, he looks like a proper black swordsman archetype, even though I can't remember his name at the moment.
Mason is the name of the blacksmith guy, truthfully he hasn't had much time to shine as of yet. Thank you for your insightful input! It's always such a pleasure to reach posts like this. We are striving to make UberQuest the best we can to our abilities, being our first webcomic we've had some writing hiccups and are doing our best to learn from them. Plot-convenience – or at least overuse of it is something we are trying to avoid and thus far haven't done as well as we should have. As the story progresses, hopefully things will seem less convenient for our protagonists. Making a story cohesive and tying up every thread is difficult and I have a great respect for authors – more so then I used to prior to beginning the comic.
I'm a bit confused on a few points you made, saying 'UberQuest has been over for 10 years..' ? I'm not following here, Sesame's backstory has had some jump in time showing her growing up -ect, but the current flashback is only a few weeks ago compared to the current time-line.
I was just saying something I thought I noticed. If being a Doctor Who fan thought me anything it is to never ignore a coincidence (unless you're busy. Then it's alright to ignore a coincidence). I saw a pattern and I thought: conspiracy. And I only said that the route they're taking is somewhat convenient. Everything else: not so much. And as for the money thing: from what I understood, that world is based on the Middle Ages. Back then, the nobility enjoyed a high social status and could do anything if they were rich enough. while the rest of the people were left to fend to themselves. Or maybe both of us are overthinking the whole thing.
Wow, that is quite a theory! I'm so glad you did this analysis and the feedback is always great to read. I won't give away any spoilers because obvious reasons. I will say this, all will be revealed in due time! While it does help point out some errors in our writing method, we will be striving to improve it to bring you guys the best story possible. Certainly we don't want things too predictable or easy for our protagonists, as that wouldn't nearly be as fun to read.
I wasn't attempting to imply anything was predictable or easy for the protagonists. Kittyfan was the first to mention that If the scarf is the Uber, and it has been retrieved, then the UberQuest is over. . . I see the current storyline as the one with Mason and the ladies multitasking by protecting the caravan of goods, while retrieving Claire's time pod, and heading towards the Courthouse, or house of lords, or whatever for Kibbles trial. There's plenty of Narutoesque action that could happen between, and if they weren't approached by brigands, monsters, mobs, or natural disasters I'd be surprised.
Cr1ms0n T1ger was the one who couldn't make a joke out of what was going down, as it were, because they felt the plot was too convenient. In my humble opinion the story seems about on track for a melodrama. I don't think all of the protagonists coming off as villains by virtue of the othello error is a writing mistake, in fact I think it's intentional and a good setup for a cassandra's truth story. And, not that I'm responsible, but I kind of lost track when T1g's offered her suggestion to put Claire on the sidelines for a while, for presumably being about as complex as Dr. Who in an episode of Torchwood, in favor of discussing the symbolism of the letter and the 'true meaning' or conspiracy behind the reasons for Sesame's presence (i'm not exactly clear on that one) and the how if not why or why not do this.
So, I tried to process what information T1g's was looking for, or possibly suggesting, because of the really garbled context of what I was reading. The first thing I noticed, or made sense to me, was the suggestion about Kibbles should have a license to kill by virtue of being of noble birth. It seemed like a complaint, and I suggested that people like to see justice whether or not the homicide was justified, circumstantial, or accidental. And, since I'm not a fan of weasel words or playing games when being direct and honest will do the trick I used examples form media to demonstrate (poorly) how low power distance works within the confines of a game. The thing about plot convenience also seemed like a complaint that didn't really bother me as in all likely hood the probability of something going wrong or pear shaped is pretty high. Not to mention if the main story bridges flashbacks as well, i see no reason this series has to be anymore complex than a clipshow or creepshow. It's only when you nest a flashback within a flashback that a line gets crossed. The story has very nostalgic monster rancher feel to it that I very much enjoy.
Besides, I really do like the idea of not quite villains teaming up to fight the hubris of the just world hypothesis. It would be a first of its kind in comic book history, since comics are heavily invested in the status quo. The fact that all the not quite villains are mostly female ads a unique touch as well.
I wasn't complaining at all. The plot's awesome. What I meant was:
– Back when, in the Medieval times, the nobles could do pretty much anything and get away with it (think of Skyrim, if you've played it. Become the Thane of all the holds, and you can do anything you want). Kibbles could have used her status to get out of trouble, but she didn't. That jut shows that she's a good person that is ready to deal with the consequences of her actions (that is if she is nobility to begin with).
– Only the path was convenient. Nothing else.
– Claire is whole different theory by herself, so that's why I put her aside. The theory I was talking about had nothing to with her.
And the joke I was thinking of making was about the 100th page, nothing to do with the plot itself.
A true joke would be if Claire's mom was a vain teenage superhero, or sorceress, who traveled back in time in order to stop a great threat of evil from altering the future before Claire was born. She then teamed up with Vincent, in some nefarious scheme to take out the innocuous evil of whatever threat that threatens justice, after misidentifying Claire and the gang as the source of all her and Valmont's troubles, failures, or shortfalls. Claire becomes the prime target for her mother's aggression, because Claire either knows her mother's personality that well, or her mother reported on herself in her series of harry potteresque fantasy novels and bedtime stories. Of course, in the future after the evil threat that threatens the future has been neutralized, Claire's mom returns to her own timeline, world, reality, or whatever and meets Claire's dad. Later, when she realizes her Claire is the same Claire that defeated her in the past, she travels back in time as an adult for undisclosed reasons and seeks revenge, because a villain's reasons for doing things don't have to make logical sense.
Well, I'm a story junkie. And that theory isn't the only one I have. You know a storyline is good when you've got people hatching crazy theories about it.
And I really can't say the comic's plot is predictable. As I've said earlier: I worked on this for awhile.
And congratulations on 100 pages. I really like your comic, and I'm looking forward to future content.
that was very interesting. all the 'text-wall' replies were also very interesting.
I have been working on a theory, myself. My theory is Claire's little robot 'child' has been through this 'time frame'. In Proto's mind (or artificial equivalent), the forthcoming trip has already happened AND WILL HAPPEN.
so the stages are:
First, Claire's pod DID travel in time bringing Claire and Proto (notice I didn't say 'back in time')
Second, Claire and Proto experiance their separate adventures in this time frame
Third, reunited, They encounter another 'being' of obvious (or not-so-obvious except to Claire) technological expertise. That being eventually explains to Claire the repercussions of her first trip in the pod (like the destruction of her interstellar society) and helps her repair the pod.
Fourth, the new (ungraded) Proto is sent back in time to just after the great disaster the first trip caused. This time, the pod's activation does NOT cause destruction because there isn't a high-order living organism in it.
Fifth, the new Proto sets up itself as a being of immense knowledge/power (at least, compared to the survivors of the great destruction) and helps the society survive
Last, after Proto has been operating here more than 700 years, here comes Claire and company
Interesting. I've analysed the plot, and I've found that Claires presence there and then is very important. Well, there is no evidence that proves what time period she's in. It could be her past or future. Hell, it could even be her present, but just on another planet (think about the Stargate series). But if it is the future, as you say, what does that make magic? And those artifact could actually be advanced paleo-tech. And Proto setting himself(itself?) as a god is an amusing idea… ALL HAIL PROTO.
If this is a Flintstone future, magic is any technology sufficiently advanced that it belongs to the great Gazoo… and if the great Gazoo is proto then anything made by Claire would not only be ancient tech, but holy grail material or materiel if the technology consists of imperial arms.
maybe "magic" is just an energy certain members of the present population has learned to harness with mental control. This would be an energy/ability the people of Clare's time frame 'learn' from a very young age they are not supposed to have.
after the 'great destruction' caused by her first pod trip, certain members of the population either forgot that lesson or never learned it.
in truth, that 'lesson' is something I believe in for the RL human population.
Or they could have been affected by whatever destructive force caused that apocalypse in the first place. Think of it this way: Claires pod broke the barrier of time-space (or whatever) which released a certain energy into that world. That energy destroyed and/or altered many aspects of that world. That explains how Claire didn't recognize it. Even by the moons, or the wildlife. Something should have reminded Claire that that's the world she grew up on. But she didn't. Eventually, when society started to recover, people with a certain genetic makeup found a way to tap into that energy. Those people became mages.
But what bugs me is that in Claires time they had inter-stellar travel. If there was a cataclysm, someone should have checked on them. Unless the planet was locked in a carnitine…
In star trek, the reason could also be called "the prime directive" (hint, hint). also, who said this planet was known in Claire's time by those in her society?
the reasons it would NOT be known (and why Proto would last for 700 years as an "Iron Ward"-robot-) would fill this page with a wall of text… no matter how much her society had explored the galaxy
I am sometimes struck by the (very human) arrogance of people when they declare a society capable of interstellar travel is interested in the population of this little mudball. my only question to them would be "WHY?"
Claire hasn't really been anywhere in this adventure, yet. Her travels thus far would be like someone going from Dallas to Fort Worth (if even that far). She has no basis to know Sesame's world based on her own experiences.
If there is anything in THIS society to remind Claire of her own, it would have to be VERY pervasive (such as the language) for Claire to notice it already. The fact Claire was able to communicate so readily when she exited the pod says a lot. Of course, this could be explained by some little device or implant Claire has. Claire herself could explain this when she tells Sesame (and us) her own backstory (hint, hint)
another thing, who said a 'year' would be the same length for this society as it is for us or for Claire's society? imagine if this society's planet has an orbit and/or rotation like Mars, not like earth. How long would one of their years and/or days be then? We only assume they base their 'year' on their planet's orbit. Notice Claire doesn't wear a watch or any other device which tracks time.
there is so much assumed by Clare (and us) as we learn about Sesame's society, I really have to wonder when and where those assumptions will bite.
Ah tying in the name of the comic at page 100, very nicely timed. Also fire is hard!, great work.
Well Tthis page sure gave us some good answers.
Yeah, that's smart. Just shout out who you are so Sesame can get revenge later. The Iron Ward is in for some real trouble
And thus now the name of the comic makes sense! nice reveal for the 100th… also congrats on reaching the 100th! Not a small feat to achieve.
Also now that it is established it being a powerfull artifact… i wonder if it has anything to do with the artifacts mentioned before… 😛
can't believe it has been over a year already since the start of this comic. It still feels like it was a mere few months ago when it was announced. Time passes by quickly these days.
I hope I'm not the only one who sees a The Princess Bride joke that might be in the making.
Sesame (to the Iron Ward): "My name is Sesame, you killed my father, prepare to die."
ooooooooooooooooooooooooo, you just won me over!!!!!!!!!!
Somehow , I suddenly really want to see Sesame belly-dancing with the "uber" acting as a live trained snake now.
Nice! I can't wait to see what happens next!
Where can i buy an "Uber" ?
You can't.
It's a Legendary Item, you either have to kill the Enraged Sesame Boss, or do a very long quest.
I may be slightly wroung, but I think you'd have a better chance with that "very long quest" than facing an angry Sesame.
Enjoy? I absolutely love it, I can see the excellent quality work you put into this episode. Will Sesame find her farther hopefully?
I have a verse for this little quest, similar to LOTR.
A red thread runs weary into the night.
Strength and blood bathed in blade
Darkness and light
Tears without a nod
Upon a night's flame
A quest shall ensue
Trying to find an identity that's true
Waking up to a world that's never new
The beginning shall also don a unlikely of six
A bearer of the battle, a believer of kindness, and a soul of misery
A honorary of duty, a Samaritan of heart and a shell of hidden pain
May the quest bring their humble and bravery at bay
In their way, many obstacles stand upon them
A greed of impurity
A destiny meant for death
and a false priority
now that's epic, phuufs and skidd should totally use this
Or is the Uber her power? Tied to her power? hahaha come to think about it, that would be a physical joke being her scarf.
And all the time I thought Uber Quest was a level. Rookie Quest-Super Quest- Legendary Uber Quest
Of course, because every epic fantasy hero storyline has to have a village being torched
I first started reading this comic as a link off of Two Kinds. When I first started it, I was worried that it would be another comic based on overused troupes. I am sooo happy that I have stuck with it. I now love the story, and I can't wait for the next installment, and actually became a Patreon for the first time.
Congratulations on making it to 100. Can't wait for the next 100
Thank you SO much for your input! We are working really hard to make this comic enjoyable for you and everyone. :3 We're glad you stuck with us and just reading the comic gives us a ton of support! I don't mean to gush.. but it's readers like you that push us to keep the comic going strong.
I truly don't think you need encouragement to create a good comic. You wouldn't enjoy doing less than your best.
That said, your best is very damn good and improving steadily.
I am looking forward to the next 100 pages and maybe sticking another "0" on the end of that number.
I disagree with the statement that you don't need encouragement. Positive input beyond what is critical, or helpful, fills you with a warm fuzzy feeling that boosts your self confidence and strengthens your self concept. Plus, somebody letting you know that something you made lifted their spirits is almost orgasmic.
I don't believe anybody creates anything that's less than the best they can do with the tools and resources uniquely available to them at any particular time. And, if I insisted on telling someone something they already knew, beyond of course explaining why I dislike a relationship because it seems like the characters are not well suited to each other after someone suggested they be shipped, or tried to use humor to diffuse a aggressive statement, I'd be slapped worse than an italian greeting a close friend. Hell, I'd be slapped anyway just on principle.
That said, I find it ironic that people can expect improvement as they find ways to degrade or question the quality of a work of art while offering a backhanded compliments and acting like effort, time, money, and god knows what else are immaterial save the bottom lines. in that case, you should be happy that someone else can still appreciate the immaterial enjoyment of the moment and leave them alone.
After all, you can still digest part of their soul with or without the contract. Their's no reason to arrest their artistic development or jail them in purgatory just yet. You should wait until their vanity claims them first, then act as the voice of reason or compare them to a child. After all, a professional gets paid, but a true artist knows when to kill their ego. You're doing them a great disservice by taking away part of what forms their pathology and strokes their ego while it lives.
And, if you can't actually give warm fuzzies, you should at least use your brown stamps to offer better quality plastic ones. The barrier is already down. You don't need to drain all their creative energy, just yet, you sadistic little imp.
Aside from everything else, this page shows us where/when Sesame found out the scarf was resistant to fire.
I don't know why but this little bit of info and the way you've presented it really tickled my fancy. Good job.
Also, 100 pages! It's awesome to see that this is still going strong and looks to only be getting stronger. Great work the both of you!
Thank you very much! We're very pleased to hear that people enjoy reading it, we do put a bunch of work and thought into every page we do. So it's nice seeing that work pay off by receiving comments like these. :3
100 pages, yay!
wow love how this page came out, now for my set of demands ~unrolls the uber scroll of demands~ we the lovers of this comic require….catnip and shrubbery. {i am not kidding i really loved the page and you can see the hard work you both did on this page, thank you}
Congrats on one hundred greats comics.
Ok, The "Iron Ward" seems to be vicious and searching for something called the "Uber". They are looking for "it", so they are certain the uber is an item, not a person. Are they correct? Sesame seems to think so.
So we now have a girl with super-strength powered by her emotions and a powerful/intelligent item teamed with a technological genius, a powerful (but mostly untrained) mage, and pacifist hulk.
Nothing can go wrong… not a thing.
nothing indeed…. precioussssssssss…(hissing).
And I'm totally "NOT" believing there's gonna be a group of black-cloaked riders hunting Sesame down.
(lets out eerie, high pitched demonic shriek)
Interesting that all 3 shown members of Iron Ward are blonde, I wonder if that is a coincidence or if it bares some significance for them…now everytime I see someone with blonde hair in the comic my eyes will narrow with suspicion!
I don't think they're all blonde, in the 6th panel, where we can see their backs as they walk away the 2 in the middle are blonde but there are 2 others at the edges of the frame, one has green hair and the other has red. Of course, we cant see any symbol on them but they appear to be dressed similarly to the others and they aren't fighting the marked ones so I'm guessing they're aligned with them.
Ahh I didn't even see those two others, so yeah you're right
so now we've gone from Game of Thrones to Lord of The Rings……oh hey, that's what inspired Game of Thrones……..also I am The Raven's Bastard
This calls for another song…. (to the tune of "Be My Little Baby Bumblebee")
Be my little Baby Fennec-Taur!
Like a Mini-Me, but so much more!
Let us spend the happy hours, testing all your Mutant Powers:
We'll be a force that no-one can ignore!
Be my little Baby Fennec-Taur;
All Mad Science ever waited for!
We can rule the World, you see, making monsters, you and me,
But you'll still be my little Baby Fennec-Taur! 7@=e


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In my last post, I talked about checking your stats to find out which posts are attracting links. Then, you can use that information to create similar content and earn more links.
In today's post, let's look step-by-step at how to actually discover your linkworthy content. I'll be using Google Analytics since it seems to be the most popular stats program. It's free and has many features and stats. But with all complexity in the program, it can look cluttered and it can be hard to figure out how to do simple tasks.
Quick Tutorial
First, look at the top left and click Traffic Sources.
You'll go to the Traffic Sources Overview page and a drop-down menu will show. Click Referring Sites in the menu.
This will take you to the Referring Sites page. Look for the Pages/Visit stats on the middle of the page and click the drop down menu below it. Then, click Landing Page in the menu.
A new column will show up. This column has the posts on your site that are getting referral traffic.
Posts that get a lot of referral traffic are usually linkworthy posts since the best links tend to send a lot of traffic compared to other links.
Analyze these posts and you should see a pattern that shows you what kind of posts on your blog are getting good links.
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Saginaw Chippewa Indian Tribe Takes Stand against Nuclear Waste & Contamination of Great Lakes
ISABELLA INDIAN RESERVATION — The Saginaw Chippewa Indian Tribe takes a stand against nuclear waste and contamination of the Great lakes. In a "Town Hall" meeting with Michigan lawmakers in Lansing, Tribal Chief, Steve Pego made assurances that the Tribe is a solid partner on creating awareness and defeating the efforts of One Canadian Province to bring contaminants to their city and the Great Lakes shores.
State Senators Mike Green and Phil Pavlov are leading the efforts to help stop the construction of a Canadian nuclear waste dump on the Canadian shores of Lake Huron. Ontario Power Generation plans to bury seven million cubic feet of nuclear waste under the Bruce Nuclear Power Station site less than a mile from the shore in Kincardine, Ontario directly across Lake Huron from Tawas City.
"Less than a mile from shore is where they are proposing dumping over 50 million tons of radioactive waste. We need to stop it," stated Tribal Chief Steve Pego.
Senate Bill 948 and other measures would urge the President and Congress to start an investigation of the proposed facility. Encourage the creation of a Great Lakes advisory board to study the impacts of such a facility. Demand bans the importation of radioactive waste into Michigan. Ban the long-term disposal of all-level radioactive waste in Michigan. These are just a few of the measures we can take to ensure a future for our children and our grandchildren.
Go to www.ProtectLakeHuron.com, for information and sign the online petition. The Saginaw Chippewa Indian Tribe will post updates to its web-site at www.sagchip.org together we can make a difference


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Genetic regulator controls autoimmune disease
Nature Medicine
A class of genetic regulators called microRNAs can directly influence the severity of inflammatory diseases reports a study published online this week in Nature Medicine. Moreover, an inflammatory response can be amplified by turning off microRNAs, pointing to novel ways to decrease damaging inflammatory responses by influencing genetic regulatory programs.
Increased amounts of the cytokine interleukin-17 (IL-17) are found in several autoimmune diseases, such as rheumatoid arthritis and multiple sclerosis. This cytokine promotes inflammatory damage by influencing the development of circulating immune cells. Youcun Qian and colleagues found that IL-17 can also contribute to this damage by suppressing a specific microRNA called miR-23b in cells residing in tissues. IL-17 amounts were elevated in the kidney and joint of individuals with systemic lupus erythematosus and rheumatoid arthritis, respectively, whereas the expression of miR-23b was decreased. The authors found a direct relationship between these two molecules in three mouse models of autoimmune disease-lupus, rheumatoid arthritis and multiple sclerosis-with IL-17 reducing the expression of miR-23b. Its overexpression, in turn, blocked autoimmune disease development in these mouse models.


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Every ounce of this June Paleo Bakehouse box was amazing! I had planned to do a photo shoot showing each treat, but the last couple months have just been insanely busy, and as I thought they would slow down a little, the grind is just as hard!
Cinnamon Apple Empanada
This was DELICIOUS and full of cinnamon and apples, the perfect combo. It was the perfect little bakery treat, and that's saying something, as I LOVE chocolate! This was the perfect pastry!
Ingredients: Almond flour, baking soda, salt, unsweetened apples, coconut sugar, coconut oil, honey, egg
Fudge Stripe Cookie
Can't go wrong with fudge and cookie! The perfect chocolate taste without being overly sweet.
Ingredients: Almond flour, baking soda, salt, egg, honey, semi-sweet chocolate chips
Magic Bar
These are life! They were the last ones I tried as I'm not normally a huge fan of pecan, but this was better than I expected! It's very "doughy" with amazing texture and the most amazing taste. My favorite of this box!
Ingredients: Almond flour, coconut flour, honey baking soda, salt, egg, pecans, unsweetened coconut flakes, semi-sweet chocolate chip
Snickerdoodle! A delicious cinnamon cookie with the best blend of flavor, very good!
Ingredients: Almond flour, coconut sugar, honey, egg, cinnamon, salt, baking soda
SO, if you're down to give any of these a try or get a subscription box, you can head to the website HERE and take a look. It will even prompt you to get 15% off of your first box, you can't go wrong! Also, after each box you get, you are offered a great deal to buy additional treats if you love a particular one! Thanks Paleo Bakehouse! Can't wait for July!
Happy Tuesday!


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19 April 2013
Nfu Oh 51
I'm still adjusting to seeing my hands all blown up this large, but those flakies are just UNF! Had to go big again.
Nfu Oh 51 is a magical potion of flakie goodness. The colour-shifting flakes are suspended in a purple-blue base that can be built to opacity, but I'm wearing just one coat here over my go-to black, Revlon Colorstay Stiletto. I think I got a pretty good representative sample of the colours these flakies throw off, but green, gold, orange, and raspberry red are all there in abundance. Over a more purple polish, the flakies lean towards the bottle shades, and I can't wait to try that soon as well. For the first time, though, black was definitely the way I wanted to go.
This was actually my second time doing this manicure today, as I had a little trouble with 51 on the first go-around. It was thick. Crazy-thick and goopy, and even with SV and a good 45 minutes of drying time, I still dinged two of my nails as if they'd just been painted. I did manage to smooth the dings a bit and gave it some more top coat, but something about that killed most of the colour-shift, so I decided to start over. This time, I added some OPI thinner and gave it a good shake before I got started, and it went much, much better.
Nfu Oh recently saddened the nail blogging world by announcing that the Opal Glitter line, to which 51 belongs, is being discontinued, so I'm glad I remembered to be sure to show this beauty off before it's gone forever. There's no real word yet on what might be slated to replace this line, but it's gonna have some big--and gorgeous--shoes to fill.
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Such a pretty color!ReplyDelete
I love this polish! Glad I picked it up when I did! So sad that Nfu-oh is discontinuing this line-- it's their best polishes!ReplyDelete
This is so pretty! I'm sad that it's being discontinued. I kind of want to buy it just because of that.ReplyDelete
Ahhhh - so pretty!ReplyDelete
I love this one myself - I use it a lot in my micro paintings, not often on nails because of the slow drying time :)ReplyDelete
Blow 'em up! Those flakes need to be seen!!!ReplyDelete
Beautiful! It's a pitty it is being discontinued...ReplyDelete
so so pretty. that's so sad it's being discontinued. it's been on my WL forever.ReplyDelete
- AnonymousMay 21, 2013 at 2:24 AM
The opal glitter was the best thing, either than the holo, and the replacement line is just not impressive. I'm an Artist and I oftem use nail polish on glass or with resin. When I first saw the swatches of NFUOH's flakies/opal glitter I was introduced to #51 and fell in love with the paint. I've stockedup as much as i could on the opals that I like including over 10 bottles of #51 and many of the other opals in duplicate. The bottle itself is art, but more than the holo's, which I've found other sources for which have an even more powerful holo. Thanks for the swatches. This Polish feels like it's the color of my heart, not exagerating, It's so expensive, I had to sell 3 glass paintings I never planned to work with to afford them but it's worth it.ReplyDelete
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Dick begins a series of conversations about what comes after war and violence. He speaks today with Jo Berry, the daughter of Sir Anthony Berry who was killed in a bombing by the IRA in l984. They are joined by Patrick Magee, the member of the IRA who planted the bomb.
Attorney H. Candace Gorman has just returned from her 5th trip to Cuba. She represents 2 Guantanamo prisoners, neither of whom has ever been charged with anything. One of them, Abdul Al Ghizzawi, is so depressed that she fears he may commit suicide. Also on the show: the longest-running hockey league for inner city youths in the nation.
Three years ago in Iraq, James Brandon was kidnapped from a hotel room in Basra. At the time, he was working as a foreign correspondent. He repeatedly told his captors, in Arabic, that he was a journalist - but it made no difference. Fearing for his life, James managed to escape the first night, but he was recaptured. Host Dick Gordon spoke with James Brandon about his ordeal, and how it made him question his dedication to working as a journalist in the Middle East.Also in this episode: inside the mind of a suicide bomber.
Roman Baca fought in Iraq and says hunting Osama bin Laden was a motivation for his fellow Marines. Dr. Feriha Peracha runs a school in Pakistan dedicated to the deprogramming of boys who are being raised with radical Islamic ideals. And Don Goodrich builds schools in Afghanistan in honor of his son Peter. Peter was on one of the planes that hit the World Trade Center.
Steve Mormino had to quit his job as a Brooklyn firefighter after months of work at Ground Zero after 9/11 damaged his lungs permanently.
In addition to carrying a weapon, Warrant Officer Michael Fay also carries watercolors, pencils and a sketchbook into combat. Mike's one of two active-duty combat artists in the U.S. Marine Corps. So far, he's been to both Afghanistan and Iraq twice. Also on the show: a dance with Ted Danson.
Five British men are currently being held hostage in Iraq. Thousands of others have been kidnapped and held since the beginning of the war. James Loney was one of them. James was captured in 2005. Yet he went to Iraq to carry out his belief in peace - he went to Baghdad as a member of the Christian Peacekeepers Team, intending to document human rights abuses. Also in this episode: an Olympic greeting.
Mubin Shaikh spent two years as an intelligence service mole inside an Islamist cell which was allegedly plotting to blow up Canada's Parliament buildings and behead the Prime Minister. Mubin lost his standing within the Muslim community for his role, and became a controversial figure when it was revealed that he was paid $300,000 for his services. Mubin tells host Dick Gordon that despite everything, he would do it again as a matter of both principle and faith.
Raya Asee is an artist and divorced single mother from Baghdad. When she found a threatening note stuck to her car's rearview mirror, she knew it was time to flee. She left her young son with relatives in Jordan and made her way to Sweden. Also in this episode: corporate crime and punishment.
Joshua Casteel served as an Army interrogator at Abu Ghraib. He used fear, manipulation and false promises to get intelligence from Iraqis, most of whom, he believed, had nothing to do with the insurgency. Even when he interrogated a young Saudi who admitted to being a fighter, Joshua was filled with doubts. He actually identified with the young Saudi, and shortly after that, informed his superiors that he would apply to become a conscientious objector.Also in this epsiode: Dean Williams served in the Peace Corps in Guatemala over 20 years ago, introducing fish farming to villagers in a small mountain village. Dean left the country thinking that the project had failed. But on a recent trip back to the area, he got a big surprise.
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My parents celebrated their 50th Wedding Anniversary on February 24th.
You would have thought they were getting married; they were that excited! My mother bought a new outfit and then set about losing five pounds so that it would "fit better." Dad bought a dapper new suit. Cakes and flowers were ordered, a reception planned, and announcements put in the paper.
Mom and Dad, their four children and in-laws, and their nine grand-children met at the Mandarin for a family dinner celebration on Friday. An incredible meal was enjoyed by all, especially the two teen-aged boys in the party, who were doubly appreciative of the concept of "all you can eat." Towards the end of the meal, our very conscientious waiter dropped his professional demeanour for one moment as he passed my nephew with an armload of dirty dishes and commented, "Oh, I see you're slowing down over there." We laughed uproariously, and that wasn't the only time. My father stood up and delivered a few heartfelt words about how he and Mom were so happy to share their special occasion with family and how they hoped they would have many more anniversaries to celebrate together. We presented them with a travel voucher to commemorate the occasion. Mom and Dad have always wanted to travel by train to Halifax to see Pier 21. Both of them arrived there as children when they came to Canada from Holland on converted troop ships.
Children of Dutch immigrants who came to Canada after the end of World War Two, my parents endured many hardships and challenges in their younger years. Neither one of them had the opportunity to finish elementary school. They went to work quickly so that they could help to support their large families. Mom and Dad met through their church's Young People's Society. My mother was too young to date my dad, who was almost six years older. He waited, and they were married when my mother reached the ripe old age of eighteen. I was their first child, and I had arrived by the time they had been married for ten long months. Jim and Wendy followed quickly. By the time she was 22, Mom had three small children to tend to. My brother Collin came along several years after that. Life was not always easy for this couple. We kids caused all of the typical stresses and exasperation that kids are prone to cause, and we had arguments with our parents. The most amazing part is, I never once saw Mom and Dad have an argument with each other. Impatient times, perhaps. But never a snide comment or snappish retort.
Yesterday, my parents dressed in their wedding best for their Open House. The reception was held at their church. Before the crowds spilled in, my parents sat down to watch the slide show of old pictures that my daughters had put together for them, set to music composed and recorded by my younger brother. Mom remarked with great hilarity on the changes in her hairstyle over the years. She laughed often through the whole thing. My dad had a quieter response, and his eyes were just a little red at the end of it.
Mom had her wedding dress and album on display. Seldom-seen relatives and old friends and neighbours poured into the room. Mom and Dad were delighted to see all of them, as were we. A lovely afternoon of hugging and catching up was enjoyed by all. It didn't end there. Several party-goers drifted over to Mom and Dad's home to continue the celebration there. After everyone was gone, my brother, his wife and I still found ourselves there. Mom and Dad were still chipper at the late hour. Mom said she never wanted the day to end. She was up to her eyeballs in unopened cards, gorgeous spring bouquets, dirty cake plates, and a mountain of veggies. I honestly think she would have welcomed the opportunity to do the whole day over again.
Sadly, people like my parents are becoming more and more rare as time progresses. The day may come when people don't even bother to make a life-time committment any more. So, it was a very big deal, this milestone anniversary–as well it should be. How common is it to find a couple married for half a century in this day and age?


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So… my newest obsession is BirchBox. New beauty samples delivered to me every month? Yes, please! Not just teeny little sample packets, these are lovely smaller sized bottles that allow for multiple uses before you dive into a full size purchase. I'm only a few days into my first box, but I already have some raves and rants.
Clockwise from top left corner: Juice Beauty Stem Cellular Repair CC Cream / Madewell for Birchbox Nail Emery Board / Whish Shave Crave Shaving Cream / Juicy Couture Couture La La / Serge Normant Meta Revive Dry Shampoo
- The Juice Beauty cream has a lovely texture and I love the SPF, but I like a little more coverage than a tinted moisturizer. I'll bet this is excellent as a light alternative in the summer. We'll have to wait and see if the anti-aging benefits kick in!
- The Madewell Emery board is a cute version of your every day one. I pretty much love anything from Madewell. They make everything… adorable.
- Whish Shave Cream feels so luxurious after shaving with soap or shampoo for way too long, but the super sweet smell was a little much for my taste.
- The Juicy perfume was a bit of the same overly sweetness, but I don't wear perfume too often to begin with. Just a little Chanel occasionally.
- I've been trying to jump on the dry shampoo bandwagon for a while now, but I can't get out of the habit of washing my fine oily hair every day. I do like the texture of this spray a bit better than the others I've tried, but I'm still working up toward giving it a true test on unwashed hair!
I just can't kick my love of beauty products after spending a few years working in cosmetics, and this is such a great way to try out fun new things each month without breaking the bank. I'm crossing my fingers for some hair volumizing product in one of the coming months, and maybe an amazingly moisturizing lip balm! Oh, and anything to help control my oily t-zone. Overall I was incredibly pleased with first shipment and am anxiously awaiting #2!


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Book Review: Brave New World by Aldous HuxleyPosted in Uncategorized with tags aldous huxley, book review, brave new world, orgy on Sunday, June 28 by KevinLHinton
Holy Shit. This book rules. In my experience, if a book has ever been banned from schools, there is a pretty good chance it is bad ass. Brave New World does not dissapoint.
This is a science fiction novel writtein in 1932 about a futuristic "Utopia" where the society is made up of genetically engineered and brainwashed test-tube babies to happily accept their pre-determined caste. Simply as a Sci Fi book – it is sweet. It reads like it was written today instead of 80 years ago. The style is easy and enjoyable to read, and the book is not that long.
But somehow it packs into its 260 pages about everything I could ask for in an facinating way that makes sense. Drugs. Sex. More sex. Orgys.. Orgys with drugs. Religious fanaticism. Orgys with religious fanatacism and drugs. The ethics of science. High tech simulated pornography, with drugs. Slavery. Racism. Obsession with celebrity. Consumerism. The value of isolation. Obsession with beauty/youth. The meaning of death. Social inequity. Abortion. Government/Corporate manipulation and control. Censorship. Societies sick interest/obsession with violence as entertianment. Massive orgy with violence. Exploration of God. Debate over values. Truth vs. Happyness.
Huxley identfies in 1932 everthing that is wrong with the world in 2009. The characters are well developed, interesting, and evolve through the story. It is not like there is the generic good guy, bad guy, hot chick. They are all good and evil.
Read this book. I give it a 8 for easyness to read, and 10 for content. If you remain unconvinced, chew on this – the movie Demolition Man was inspired by this book.
"In Defiance of Gravity"Posted in Uncategorized with tags In Defiance with Gravity, tom robbins, Wild Ducks Flying Backwards on Monday, January 26 by Cojo
"In Defiance of Gravity" is a musing by Tom Robbin's from his collection of short stories entitled "Wild Ducks Flying Backwards". You may notice that about 1/2 of the articles I have written (roughly 3 total articles) are about Tom Robbins. Every time I read something by him it not only entertains me, but also inspires me to take a second look at "reality". He doesn't tell you the way life is as much as intellectually prompt you to take an honest look for yourself. Below is the 12 page short story "In Defiance of Gravity". He may not be everyone's cup of tea, but as he is my exact cup of tea as long as you keep accidentally stumbling upon this website while looking for videos of animals fucking you are going to have to put up with it.
It had been a long time since I'd contemplated suicide. In fact, I don't believe I'd ever before considered the corporal DELETE key an option. Yet there I was, teetering on a bridge high above some oyster-lit backwater from Puget Sound, thinking about closing my earthly accounts with a leap and splash.
Why? My romantic life couldn't have been sweeter, my health was close to rosy, the writing was going well, finances were adequate, and while the horror show that that cupidinous cult of corporate vampires was making of our federal government might be enough to drive me to drink (a trip I'm seldom reluctant to take), the political knavery does not exist that could drive me into the drink. No, the truth is I was being prodded to execute a Kevorkian header into the Stygian slough by a short story I'd just read in a back issue of The New Yorker.
Entitled (ironically enough) "Fun With Problems," the piece was composed by Robert Stone, and you can bet it wasn't Stone's prose style that had weakened my will to live: the man's a crack technician whose choices of verb and adjective can sometimes floor me with admiration. He's a smithery of a storyteller who's hammered out a stalwart oeuvre–but holy Chernobyl is he bleak! Stone apparently believes the human condition one pathetically unstable piece of business, and, frankly, at this stage of our evolutionary development there's a shortage of evidence to contradict him. Nevertheless, I'd always counted myself among those free spirits who refuse to allow mankind's ignoble deportment and dumb-cluck diatheses to cloud their grand perspective or sleet on their parade. On that day, however, Stone's narrative prowess had been such as to infect me (unconscionably, I now contend) with his Weltschmerz.
In fairness, Stone alone was not to blame. For too many years my edacious reading habits had been leading me into one unappealing corner after another, dank cul-de-sacs littered with tear-stained diaries, empty pill bottles, bulging briefcases, broken vows, humdrum phrases, sociological swab samples, and the (lovely?) bones of dismembered children: the detritus of a literary scene that, with several notable exceptions, has been about as entertaining as a Taliban theme park and as elevating as the prayer breakfast at the Bates Motel. "Fun With Problems" was simply the final straw, the charred cherry atop a mad-cow sundae.
So who knows how things might have turned out that glum afternoon had not I suddenly heard, as I flirted with extinction, a particular sound in my mind's ear: the sound, believe it or not, of a distant kitty cat, a sound that instantly transported me away from the lure of fatal waters, away from the toxic contagions of sordid fiction, and into a place–a real place, though I've only visited it in my imagination–a place called the Fabulous Club Gemini.
The Fabulous Club Gemini. Where is it, anyhow? Memphis, probably. Or Houston. No, actually I think it might be one of the ideologically unencumbered features of Washington, D.C. In any case, some years back, a music writer for The Village Voice made a pilgrimage to the smoke-polluted, windowless, cinder-block venue, wherever its exact location, and while being introduced to some of the ancient musicians who'd been playing the Fabulous Club Gemini practically since the vagitus of time, the pilgrim became so excited he momentarily lost his downtown cool.
"I can't believe," he quoted himself as having gushed, "that I'm talking to the man who barked on Big Mama Thomton's recording of 'Hound Dog'!"
"Yeah," the grizzled sideman drawled. "I was gonna meow but it was too hip for 'em."
Okay, perhaps I'm overly fanciful, but I have reason to suspect it might have been precisely an echo from that crusty confession that, as incongruous as it may seem, enticed me down from the kamikaze viaduct. I do know that I'm often reminded of it when I glance at the annual lists of Pulitzers, Booker Prizes, or National Book Awards; when an interviewer's question forces me to reexamine my personal literary aesthetic; or when speaking with eager students in those university creative-writing programs where prescribed, if rarefied, barking is actively promoted and any feline departure summarily euthanized.
There's some validity, I suppose, in the academic approach, for, as Big Mama's accompanist would attest, our culture simply has a far greater demand for the predictable bow-wow than for the unexpected caterwaul: orthodox woofing pays the rent. In a dogma-eat-dogma world, a few teachers, editors, and critics may be hip enough to tolerate a subversive mew, a quirky purr now and again, but they're well aware of the fate that awaits those who produce–or sanction–mysterious off-the-wall meowing when familiar yaps and snarls are dearly called for.
Let me explain that when I refer to "meowing" here, what I'm really talking about is the human impulse to be playful; an impulse all too frequently demeaned and suppressed in the adult population, especially when it manifests itself in an unconventional manner or inappropriate context. To bark at the end of a song entitled "Hound Dog" is just playful enough to elicit a soupcon of mainstream amusement, but Fred (I believe that was the sessionman's name), in wanting instead to meow, was pushing the envelope and raising the stakes, raising them to a "hipper" level perhaps, a more irreverent level undoubtedly. There's a sense in which ol' Fred was showing a tiny spark of what the Tibetans call "crazy wisdom," a sense in which he was assuming for a bare instant the archetypal role of the holy fool.
Now, the fact that Fred would have denied any such arcane ambition, the fact that he may only have been stoned out of his gourd at the time, all that is irrelevant. It's also unimportant that Fred's recording-studio tomfoolery lacked real profundity, that while it may have been eccentrically playful it was not very seriously playful. What does matter is that we come to recognize that playfulness, as a philosophical stance, can be very serious, indeed; and, moreover, that it possesses an unfailing capacity to arouse ridicule and hostility in those among us who crave certainty, reverence, and restraint.
The fact that playfulness–a kind of divine playfulness intended to lighten man's existential burden and promote what Joseph Campbell called "the rapture of being alive"–lies near the core of Zen, Taoist, Sufi, and Trantric teachings is lost on most Westerners: working stiffs and intellectuals alike. Even scholars who acknowledge the playful undertone in those disciplines treat it with condescension and disrespect, never mind that it's a worldview arrived at after millennia of exhaustive study, deep meditation, unflinching observation, and intense debate.
Tell an editor at The New York Review of Books that Abbot Chogyam Trungpa would squirt his disciples with water pistols when they became overly earnest in their meditative practice, or that the house of Japan's most venerated ninja is filled with Mickey Mouse memorabilia, and you'll witness an eye roll of silent-movie proportions. Like that fusty old patriarch in the Bible, when they become a man (or woman), they "put away childish things," which is to say they seal off with the hard gray wax of fear and pomposity that aspect of their being that once was attuned to wonder.
As a result of their having abandoned that part of human nature that is potentially most transcendent, it's no surprise that modern intellectuals dismiss playfulness–especially when it dares to present itself in literature, philosophy, or art–as frivolous or whimsical. Men who wear bow ties to work every day (let's make an exception for Pee-Wee Herman), men whose dreams have been usurped either by the shallow aspirations of the marketplace or by the drab cliches of Marxist realpolitik, such men are not adroit at distinguishing that which is lighthearted from that which is merely lightweight. God knows what confused thunders might rumble in their sinuses were they to encounter a concept such as "crazy wisdom."
Crazy wisdom is, of course, the opposite of conventional wisdom. It is wisdom that deliberately swims against the current in order to avoid being swept along in the numbing wake of bourgeois compromise; wisdom that flouts taboos in order to undermine their power; wisdom that evolves when one, while refusing to avert one's gaze from the sorrows and injustices of the world, insists on joy in spite of everything; wisdom that embraces risk and eschews security; wisdom that turns the tables on neurosis by lampooning it; the wisdom of those who neither seek authority nor willingly submit to it.
Oddly enough, one of the most striking illustrations of crazy wisdom in all of Western literature occurs in a pedestrian piece of police pulp by Joseph Wambaugh. The Black Marble is so stylistically lifeless it could have been printed in embalming fluid, but the rigor mortis of its prose is temporarily enlivened by a scattering of scenes that I shall attempt to summarize (though it's been decades since I read the book).
As I remember it, a relatively inexperienced member of the Los Angeles Police Department is transferred to the vice squad. No sooner does the new cop report for duty than he's introduced to a strange lottery. There is, it seems, an undesirable beat, a section of the city that no vice cop ever wants to patrol. It's a sleazy, filthy, volatile, extremely dangerous area, full of shooting galleries and dark alleys and not a doughnut shop in sight. So great has been the objection to being assigned to that sinister beat that the precinct captain has devised a raffle to cope with it. At the beginning of each night shift, he produces a bag of marbles, every marble white save one. One by one, the cops reach in the bag and pull out their fate. The unfortunate who draws the single black marble must screw up his spine and descend that evening into the urban hell.
Around the drawing of the marbles there's a considerable amount of tension, and the new man quickly succumbs to it. Just showing up for work is twice as stressful as it ought to be. In the station house, negativity is prevalent, jovial camaraderie rare.
The new cop draws the black marble a couple of times and finds the dreaded zone to be as violent and unsavory as advertised. However, he not only survives there; he learns he can tolerate the beat reasonably well by changing his attitude toward it, by regarding it less as a tribulation than as some special opportunity to escape routine and regularity, by appreciating it as an unusual experience available to very few people on the planet. Slowly, his anxiety begins to evaporate.
One night he shocks his comrades by emptying the bag and deliberately selecting the black marble. The next night he does it again. From then on, he simply strolls into the station house and nonchalantly requests the black marble. He no longer has to fret over the possibility of losing the draw. For better or worse, he controls his destiny.
Ordeal now has been transformed into adventure, stress into excitement. The transfommr is himself transformed, his uprightness replaced first by a kind of giddy rush, then by a buddhistic calm. Moreover, his daring, his abandon, his serenity, is contagious. Vice-squad headquarters gradually relaxes. Liberated, the whole damn place opens up to life.
And that, brothers and sisters, although Wambaugh probably didn't intend it, is crazy wisdom in action.
Admittedly, when the cop made the short straw his own, when he seized the nasty end of the stick and rode it to transcendence, he put himself in extra peril. That's par for the course. Only an airhead would mistake the left-handed path for a safe path.
Although serious playfulness may be an effective means of domesticating fear and pain, it's not about meowing past the graveyard. No, the seriously playful individual meows right through the graveyard gate, meows into his or her very grave. When Oscar Wilde allegedly gestured at the garish wallpaper in his cheap Parisian hotel room and announced with his dying breath, "Either it goes or I go," he was exhibiting something beyond an irrepressibly brilliant wit. Freud, you see, wasn't whistling "Edelweiss" when he wrote that gallows humor is indicative of a greatness of soul.
The quips of the condemned prisoner or dying patient tower dramatically above, say, sallies on TV sitcoms by reason of their gloriously inappropriate refusal, even at life's most acute moment, to surrender to despair. The man who jokes in the executioner's face can be destroyed but never defeated.
When an eminent Zen master, upon hearing a sudden burst of squirrel chatter outside his window, sat up in his deathbed and proclaimed, "That's what it was all about!" his last words surpassed Wilde's in playful significance, constituting as they did a koan of sorts, an enigmatic invitation to rethink the meaning of existence. Anecdotes such as this one remind the nimble-minded that there's often a thin line between the comic and the cosmic, and that on that frontier can be found the doorway to psychic rebirth.
Ancient Egyptians believed that when a person died, the gods immediately placed his or her heart in one pan of a set of scales. In the other pan was a feather. If there was imbalance, if the heart of the deceased weighed more than the feather, he or she was denied admittance to the afterworld. Only the lighthearted were deemed advanced enough to merit immortality.
Now, in a culture such as ours, where the tyranny of the dull mind holds sway, we can expect our intelligentsia to write off Egyptian heart-weighing as quaint superstition, to dismiss squirrel-chatter illumination as flaky Asian guru woo woo. Fine. But what about the Euro-American Trickster tradition, what about Coyote and Raven and Loki and Hennes and the community-sanctioned blasphemies of the clown princes of Saturnalia? For that matter, what about Dada, Duchamp, and the 'pataphysics of Alfred Jarry? What about Gargantua and Finnegans Wake, John Cage and Erik Satie, Gurdjieff and Robert Anton Wilson, Frank Zappa and Antoni Gaudi? What about Carlos Castaneda, Picasso, and the alchenfists of Prague? Allen Ginsberg and R. D. Laing, Rahsaan Roland Kirk and Lewis Carroll, Alexander Calder and Italo Calvino, Henry Miller, Pippi Longstocking, Andrei Codrescu, Ishmael Reed, Alan Rudolph, Mark Twain, and the electric Kool-Aid acid pranksters? What about the sly tongue-in-cheek subversions of Nietzsche (yes, Nietzsche!), and what about Shakespeare, for God's sake, the mega-bard in whose plays, tragedies included, three thousand puns, some of them real groaners, have been verifiably catalogued?
Obviously, although crazy wisdom may have been better appreciated in Asia, nuggets of meaningful playfulness have long twinkled here and there in the heavy iron crown of Western tradition. (It was a Spanish poet, Juan Ramon Jimenez, who advised, "If they give you ruled paper, write the other way.") The question is, when will we be hip enough to realize that these sparklers aren't mere rhinestones or baubles of paste? When will our literati–in many cases, an erudite, superbly talented lot–evolve to the degree that they accord buoyancy and mirth a dime's worth of the respect they bestow so lavishly on gravity and misfortune?
Norman N. Holland asked a similar question in Laughing: A Psychology of Humor, concluding that comedy is deemed inferior to tragedy primarily because of the social prevalence of narcissistic pathology. In other words, people who are too self-important to laugh at their own frequently ridiculous behavior have a vested interest in gravity because it supports their illusions of grandiosity. According to Professor Donald Kuspit, many people are unable to function without such illusions.
"Capitalism," wrote Kuspit, "encourages the pathologically grandiose self because it encourages the conspicuous consumption of possessions, which symbolize one's grandiosity." I would add that rigid, unquestioning allegiance to a particular religious or political affiliation is in much the same way also symptomatic of disease.
Ironically, it's this same malignant narcissism, revealing itself through arrogance, avarice, pique, anxiety, severity, defensive cynicism, and aggressive ambition, that is keeping the vainglorious out of their paradise. Among our egocentric sad sacks, despair is as addictive as heroin and more popular than sex, for the single reason that when one is unhappy one gets to pay a lot of attention to oneself. Misery becomes a kind of emotional masturbation. Taken out on others, depression becomes a weapon. But for those willing to reduce and permeate their ego, to laugh–or meow–it into submission, heaven on earth is a distinct psychological possibility.
It's good to bear the preceding in mind when trying to comprehend the indignation with which the East Coast establishment greets work that dares to be both funny and deadly serious in the same breath. The left-handed path runs along terrain upon which the bowtiesattvas find it difficult to tread. Their maps are inaccurate and they have the wrong shoes. So, hi ho, hi ho, it's off to the house of woe they go.
Nobody requires a research fellowship to ascertain that most of the critically lauded fiction of our time concentrates its focus on cancer, divorce, rape, racism, schizophrenia, murder, abandonment, addiction, and abuse. Those things, unfortunately, are rampant in our society and ought to be examined in fiction. Yet to trot them out in book after book, on page after page, without the transformative magic of humor and imagination–let alone a glimmer of higher consciousness–succeeds only in impeding the advancement of literature and human understanding alike.
Down in Latin America, they also write about bad marriages and iii health (as well as the kind of governmental brutality of which we in the United States so far have had only a taste). The big difference, though, is that even when surveying the gritty and mundane aspects of daily life, Latin novelists invoke the dream realm, the spirit realm, die mythic realm, the realm of nature, the inanimate world, and the psychological underworld. In acknowledging that social realisnr is but one layer of a many-layered cake, in threading the inexplicable and the goofy into their naturalistic narratives, the so-called magical realists not only weave a more expansive, inclusive tapestry but leave the reader with a feverish exaltation rather than the deadening weariness that all too often accompanies the completion of even the most splendidly crafted of our books.
Can we really take pride in a literature whose cumulative effect is to send the reader to the bridge with "Goodnight Irene" on his lips?
Freud said that wit is the denial of suffering. As I interpret it, he wasn't implying that the witty among us deny the existence of suffering–all of us suffer to one degree or another–but rather that, armed with a playful attitude, a comic sensibility, we can deny suffering dominion over our lives, we can refrain from buying shares in the company. Funnel that defiant humor onto the page, add a bracing shot of Zen awareness, and hey, pretty soon life has some justification for imitating art.
Don't misunderstand me: a novel is no more supposed to be a guidebook to universal happiness than a self-indulgent journal of the writer's personal pain. And everyone will agree, I think, that crime is a more fascinating subject than lawful behavior, that dysfunction is more interesting than stability, that a messy divorce is ever so much more titillating than a placid marriage. Without conflict, both fiction and life can be a bore. Should that, however, prohibit the serious author front exploring and even extolling the world's pleasures, wonders, mysteries, and delights? (Maybe all this neurotic, cynical, cry-baby fiction is nothing more than the old classroom dictum "Write what you know" coming back to haunt us like a chalky ghost. If what you know best is angst, your education commands you not to waste a lot of time trying to create robust characters or describe conditions on the sunny side of the street.)
In any case, the notion that inspired play (even when audacious, offensive, or obscene) enhances rather than diminishes intellectual rigor and spiritual fulfillment, the notion that in the eyes of the gods the tight-lipped hero and the wet-cheeked victim are frequently inferior to the red-nosed clown, such notions are destined to be a hard sell to those who have E. M. Forster on their bedside table and a clump of dried narcissus up their ass. Not to worry. As lung as words and ideas exist, there will be a few misfits who will cavort with them in a spirit of approfondement–if I may borrow that marvelous French word that translates roughly as "playing easily in the deep"–and in so doing they will occasionally bring to realization Kafka's belief that "a novel should be an ax for the frozen seas around us."
A Tibetan-caliber playfulness may not represent, I'm willing to concede, the only ice ax in the literary toolshed. Should there exist alternatives as available, as effective, as potent, nimble, and refreshing, then by all means hone them and bring them down to the floe. Until I've seen them at work, however, I'll stand by my contention that when it comes to writing, a fusion of prankish Asian wisdom, extra-dimensional Latin magic, and two-fisted North American poetic pizzazz (as exotic as that concept might seem to some) could be our best hope for clearing passageways through our heart-numbing, soul-shrinking, spirit-smothering oceans of frost. We have a gifted, conscientious literati. Wouldn't it be the cat's meow to have an enlightened, exhilarating one as well?


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Kershaw Cryo SpeedSafe Folding Knife Self Defense Review
The Kershaw 1555TI Cryo SpeedSafe Folding Knife is a melee self defense weapon suitable for close quarter combat situations. It comes from Kershaw, one of the best-selling brands that specialize in knives.
So far, out of the more than 640 reviews of the product in Amazon, it gained 4.5 out of five stars. Therefore, we decided to check the knife ourselves to test if its rating in Amazon truly reflects its features, performance, durability, and most importantly, its usefulness in self defense.
Product Specifications
The Kershaw Cryo SpeedSafe Folding Knife has a blade measuring 2 3/4 inches long and its length when closed is only 3 3/4 inches. Overall, the knife has a length of 6 1/2 inches. On the other hand, its weight is around 4 4/5 inches.
The handle and the steel blade of the item are both made from the same titanium carbo-nitride coated material. It has an adjustable pocket clip, plus SpeedSafe opening, Speed Assist and frame lock systems.
Amazon Pricing
This folding knife only costs $24.99 in Amazon. This is almost less than half its original price of $49.95. The shipping fees are waived by the seller for orders above $35.
Cryo SpeedSafe Folding Knife Self Defense Advantages
The folding knife has a sharp and curved edge with a pointed tip. This makes it ideal for both stabbing and piercing an opponent.
Then, it has a couple of serrated grips on its handle with a finger guard before the blade. This prevents the fingers of the wielder from accidentally slipping into the weapon's blade.
Next, this self defense weapon's dimensions are just ideal. It is neither too long nor too short. Its 2 3/4-inch blade is enough to cause a major bleeding to its target and cause permanent or even fatal damage to the sensitive areas of the body like the eyes, throat and other vital areas.
In addition, the length of the folding knife makes it easy to conceal. It can be conveniently placed it in the pocket the pants, or it can be hidden in a handbag for everyday carry.
Aside from its self defense potentials, it has a variety of uses at home, camping and hunting which are not limited to cutting objects, peeling and slicing food.
Buyers can appreciate its quick release mechanism and safety lock as well.
Cryo SpeedSafe Knife Disadvantages
The more than four-ounce weight of the item is a bit heavy compared to other famous knives in Amazon. Some users may find this factor a bit of a hassle. However, this can also be an advantage in a fight, especially when thrusting the knife in a downward motion since the extra weight adds up to its power.
Despite the grooves located in the folding knife's handle, it could get slippery when wet. Its lack of rubber grip can make the steel surface of the weapon very slippery to the hand when the user has sweaty palm or when it has been in contact with water.
Some users complain about the blade of the product getting rusty, dull or its screws become too loose after continuous use. These can be remedied though by simply putting oil to the frame and mechanism of the tool regularly.
The Cryo SpeedSafe Folding Knife of Kershaw is very much recommended for everyday carry due to its balanced features, good performance and reliability. However, for those who are looking for a knife with longer blade and with a lighter weight, there's also the 1660 Ken Onion Leak Folding Knife from Kershaw. This alternative has a three-inch blade and it is only three ounces heavy.
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Quote:Right wing cyber attacks on Healthcare.gov website confirmed
Yesterday, the House Homeland Security Committee published a video on their Youtube page highlighting a portion of the committee questioning Roberta Stempfley, acting assistant secretary of the Department of Homeland Security's Office of Cyber-security and Communications, who confirmed at least 16 attacks on the Affordable Care Act's portal Healthcare.gov website in 2013.
Roberta Stempfley highlighted one successful attack that is designed to deny access to the website called a Distributed Denial of Service (DDoS) attack. A DDoS attack is designed to make a network unavailable to intended users, generally through a concerted effort to disrupt service such as repeatedly accessing the servers, saturating them with more traffic than the website is designed to handle.
Right wingers have been distributing the link to the necessary tools to perform the attacks on the Healthcare.gov website through social networking, as pointed out by Information Week, and other websites .
The name of the attack tool is called, "Destroy Obama Care!"
"Destroy Obama Care!", that's the advertised name given to the attack tool by "right wing patriots" who are distributing the DDoS tool through downloads on social networks, which promises to overwhelm the Healthcare.gov website.
"This program continually displays alternate page of the ObamaCare website. It has no virus, Trojans, worms, or cookies. The purpose is to overload the ObamaCare website, to deny service to users and perhaps overload and crash the system," reads the program's grammar- and spelling-challenged "about" screen. "You can open as many copies of this program as you want. Each copy opens multiple links to the site."
"ObamaCare is an affront to the Constitutional rights of the people," it adds. "We have the right to civil disobedience!"
Marc Eisenbarth, research manager at the DDoS defense firm Arbor Networks says that the DDoS attack tool has been used in the past to attack perceived political wrongs.
"This application continues a trend Arbor is seeing with denial-of-service attacks being used as a means of retaliation against a policy, legal rulings or government actions," said Eisenbarth."
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Reprinted from the June 2014 issue of "Gospel Advocate" Magazine.
Some will undoubtedly read the title of this article, raise an inquisitive eyebrow, and ask, "Aren't they the same?" Others will read a little deeper into the question and, with the same raised brow, muse aloud, "You really can't have one without the other, now can you?" Both of these questions reveal the greatest threat to the fulfillment of the Great Commission: We have become confused about what the church is doing.
The Great Commission charges Christians to "go, therefore, and make disciples of all the nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit, teaching them to observe all that I commanded you" (Matthew 28:19-20 nasb). In the Greek, the only word in the imperative mood, making it a command, is "disciple." "Go," "baptize," and "teach" are all subordinate parts of making disciples. In other words, to make a disciple you must go, baptize and teach.
Rethinking the Great Commission
Church growth gurus have suggested a number of ways of fitting the three parts of the Great Commission into a working model of evangelism. After reading a number of these over the last 12 months, I find the vast majority to be wrong. Here is the basic model I found:
Go = Evangelism
Baptize = Assimilation
Teach = Education
In this model, "going" is evangelism, "baptizing" is bringing others into the body, and "teaching" is educating them. On the surface, this model looks fairly accurate and has been generally accepted by most Christian religions, including most ministers within the churches of Christ.
That being the case, what has happened? Churches have developed evangelism programs to take the Word into all the world or at least to their neighbors. Some have even bought into the idea of hiring ministers of evangelism to develop and implement those programs. There are all kinds of programs that "reach out" to the community: fall festivals, food pantries, Christian preschools, door-knocking campaigns, and a plethora of others. In the last 20 years, the church has become much better at outreach but much worse at evangelism.
How can that be? Are they not the same thing? Isn't outreach just another piece of evangelism? The answer, at least where the church stands today, is no. To illustrate, try another model for the three-fold Great Commission:
Go = Outreach
Baptize = Evangelism
Teach = Maturation
This model recaptures a theological element that was surrendered when we adopted the more popular model. For those within the Restoration Movement, baptism did not represent merely the assimilation of a new Christian into the body, as is taught in most denominations; it represented the heart of the gospel message: "Repent, and each of you be baptized" (Acts 2:38). The command given by Jesus to make disciples is a command to make Christians by baptizing and teaching others. Therefore, "baptizing" is evangelism.
If "go" is fulfilled by outreach and "baptize" is fulfilled by the sharing of the gospel message, why say outreach has replaced evangelism? Are they not merely two sides of the same coin? Unfortunately, while they should be, they are not. If the gospel is shared every time an outreach event takes place, then one could argue they are two sides of the same coin. A simple recounting of outreach events, however, will quickly indicate this is not always the case.
How many times do people get food from a food pantry and never hear the gospel? How many times do people attend a fall festival and never hear the gospel? How many times do we knock doors and hand out invitations to special events but never share the gospel? How many presents get wrapped at Christmas, cars get washed, lawns get mowed, and people get prayed for, yet no gospel is ever heard?
Why is it that churches can expend so much time, energy and money on outreach events and still the churches of Christ continue to dwindle? It is because we think outreach is evangelism and, as such, have allowed it to replace the actual sharing of the gospel.
Recommitting to the Gospel Message
How could this have happened?
First, it was subtle. Programs like vacation Bible school were successful, so they were repeated and modified. New and more varied programs were put into place – each time drifting further from attaching to attracting.
Second, it seemed right. The desire for growing churches may have led many to look for ways that seemed to work and "seemed right in our own eyes" but weren't biblically sound.
Third, outreach is less risky than evangelism. The risk of rejection when offering food to a hungry family or a toy or game to a small child is remarkably low.
Fourth, outreach requires much less training and preparation. One might even say it is much easier than evangelism. If working at a festival booth or at the food pantry is evangelism, then most will do that rather than learn to teach the plan of salvation or learn to engage the lost in evangelistic conversation.
Finally, outreach is quick. Real evangelism is an investment in the life of another person, and that takes more time than most will make for the work of the kingdom.
What can be done about this unfortunate turn of events? Churches must begin by praying for the lost and for their attitudes toward them and their eternal destiny. At the same time, churches should rethink their "evangelism" models in light of a biblical understanding of the Great Commission. Are events and programs sharing the gospel, or are they simply reaching out to the lost? Christians must also recommit themselves to learning, and churches to teaching how to share the gospel message, and then pray for the boldness to do so.
After the Titanic sank and rescuers arrived, many people were found floating in the water on wreckage and in life preservers. They were all dead. They had not drowned; they had died from hypothermia due to the frigid waters. It was the cruelest kind of fallacy. The life preservers offered a hope of salvation, but ultimately, they were ineffective because they left the people in the cold waters.
The current outreach events are the same. If churches extend to people a hope of salvation but never help them move from the cold, dead world to the wonderful kingdom of Christ through the proclamation of the gospel, then the church has become as ineffective and cruel as those life preservers on the Titanic.
David Srygley serves as the pulpit minister for the Arlington Heights Church of Christ in Corpus Christi, Texas, and may be reached at firstname.lastname@example.com.


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A radical responsiveness to client as other : developing a pluralistic approach to counselling and psychotherapy
Cooper, Mick (2011) A radical responsiveness to client as other : developing a pluralistic approach to counselling and psychotherapy. In: Universities Psychotherapy and Counselling Association Conference 2011, 2011-11-12. (Unpublished)
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The pluralistic approach to therapy developed by Cooper and McLeod is rooted in ethics, and is an attempt to develop our abilities to engage with clients in deeply respectful and valuing ways. The presentation argues that a principle obstacle to such an engagement can be a tendency in our field to hold either/or, polarised positions, such that we are not fully open to the complexity and diversity of the actual clients that we encounter. This presentation focuses on three particularly polarisations that can take place within the counselling and psychotherapy world: between advocates of different orientations, between integrative/eclectic versus single orientation practices, and between client-led versus therapist-led approaches. The presentation suggests how a pluralistic approach may be able to overcome these schisms, and discusses the implications of this perspective for thinking and practice in our field.
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I love owls. White ceramic owls mostly. I loved owls before owls were trending. It's odd really, growing up my aunt and uncle had a stuffed owl (taxidermy stuffed, not plushy cute stuffed) and it was perched on a shelf overlooking the kitchen and dining room. I swear to you that owls eyes followed you wherever you went in the room, no lie. It creeped me out so much, yet here I am – a lover of all things owl.
Anyhow, I'm not here to discuss my addiction to owls but to talk about feathers. Yup, feathers!
I was browsing Pinterest for different string art ideas and came across a couple of these photo's:
Etsy // Bink Bunbun
A little more intricate than the deer silhouette's and typography I was finding, due to the fact that your nails seemed to be spaced that much closer together and you're working in a smaller area when it comes to wrapping your string. Challenge on. As I was pinning, the BF had been experimenting in the garage with his blowtorch and some plywood. He had burnt a piece that was 1'6″x4.5″ and was about to toss it when it dawned on me that it was the perfect size to try some feather string art! I drew out what I wanted my feather to look like and cut it out of a scrap newspaper. I tacked it down with a couple of nails to hold it in place. I used a 2/4″ finishing nail with a broader head so that the string couldn't slip off the top. I spaced the nails just over 3/8″ all the way around the template. Once I had the border done, I removed the template and did the 'vein' down the centre spacing the nails at the same distance. I started at the bottom and tied a knot around the bottom most nail. From there I just wrapped the string taut around the nails of the stem until I reached the base of the feather. I brought the string to the centre vein and went up on either side in a V pattern, always coming back to the centre. When I reached the top of the feather I went down the side to create a border, wrapping the string around every second and third nail head until I reached the top of the feather from the other side. From there I went down the centre vein until I got to my starting point at the bottom most nail. I cut the string giving me enough give to tie a knot to finish up and knotted the string around the same nail I started on. I cut the excess and then used a bead of crazy glue to keep the knot from coming undone or fraying. The back of the board had to be sanded down flush as some of the nails had poked through the board.
I love the way the white string contrasts against the burnt wood grain, it turned out better than expected and is a great addition to the wall at our back entryway! Have you tried any "Pin"spiring DIY's lately?